Mack 10 - For The Money Lyrics
F/ ol dirty bastard, buckshotLadies and gentlemen, flight 1-0 from lax is now arriving intoJfk international.[odb talking]What? what? (...? ...) about that money, nigga.How many, hey yo, how many niggas is really making money now,Now what Im saying?This 98, ima tell yall cats somethin.This is the year of do it, or dont.If you gon do it, you better roll on with this crew cat,Juggyyyyy!!!![mack 10] (odb)People call me crazy, but thats alright with me (its alright!)They ask me why Im hustlin, (we hustlin!) I say for the money (yeah!)I duck down with buckshot, hoo bang with wu-tang (oooooo!)Wont hesiate to slang, so money aint a thang (ahhhhh!)Called buck and dirty, asked em what they needThey said send me two thangs and some la weedSo my belief is ***** the beef, all money the sameAnd when I get to new york, ima show you the whoop gameI make a ***** stay down, cuz Im that type of guyPut the work on the greyhound and fly to the nyHit the east coast with a pocket fulla cheddarTan khakis on with a thick red sweater (oh yeah!)They see me with some hoes, couldnt be better timingCuz though a nigga gd up, I got on big diamonds, so nigga what?(tell it to em cat!)[hook] [mack 10] (odb)People call me crazy, but thats alright with meThey ask me why Im hustlin, I say for the money(yo, I am comin over, to your spot tonightI promise you my baby, that Im gon do you right!)[buckshot] (odb) {mack 10}Through the gusty wind, I roll with fifty menReady to get nifty and shifty and lowSo whats the movements, yo? let me knowCuz when I come for mother*****ers, Im comin for throatsIt was sad I bled, but the red in my eyes shedLight on the dark, I led the blind in sightNow I got all of them insideIts the reason why I do this, and I night ride(for the moneyyyyy!!!!!!)If you and a nigga outside, say the wordAnd Im a spruge with my flight team soarin like birdsMissed it on the friday with my nigga cubeBut the bomb blew saturday when mack lit the fuseWho other than buckshot come pick up the piecesAnd straighten niggas out like creases{speak on it} yeah nigga(its for the moneyyyyyy!!!!!)Buckshot, odb, mack 10, back at it again[hook][ol dirty bastard]Hey yo, most of you know me, some of you dontWhen it comes to challengin, none of you wontArrange this battle to improve your styleIts a brother with a totally different profileMost of you play cold front in your faceHesitatin on the rhymes, shoulda been memorexBut, you forgot, yous an amatuerMystery worshipper, yo I preferI mind you, tease you, whos the boss?Sucka amneisa, memory loss, welllllHit this, just quiet as keptMmmmm cs on the charts from the start had sleptLeeeeets take them, wake themYou should be wokeCuz you take mcin for a practical joke, hmmmmmI present myself to be a similar nightmare of an amazing story[hook][odb talking]Yo, you aint hearin nothing but a drop of the dime.Know what Im saying?To all my dogs, I wanna give a shout out.You got my nigga, mack 10.You got my nigga, buckshot shorty.And you got the one, dirt dog.Know what Im saying?And we gon do it like sweat hogs, my nigga.This how we get down![mack 10 talking]People call me crazy, but thats alright with meThey ask me why Im hustlin, I say for the moneyHaha, hoo bangin records, pushin weight in 98.Cookin nothing but the bomb.You know what Im sayin?Cuz we got the recipe, fo sho!
