Jus 4 The Cash $

[Intro: Dr. Dre Scratching and Cutting quote below]

I know you gonna dig this....

[Verse One: Ice Cube]

Fly girls and fools each and every night

Crowd rocking rhymes, boy, that's alright

Treated like a star as you can see

But just rhyming for the cash money

Keep the crowd rocking for about B.G.

New best believe that's C-O-D

Suckers like you don't make no dense

Cause it's all about making those Dollars and sense

Girls on my jack, when I'm up the stage

Reports trying to cluck, put me on the front page

C.I.A. in back of me, and cash money is all specialty

Boys In The Hood keep trying to dig

All girl friends think their heads is big

Promoters at the show trying to run that bull'

But odds got pull, get paid in full

Gold easy record cause you know it's mine

Clean my skiee-so with the FU sign

Rapping all the time on the US Mitt

Plus, ring and bring Dead Presidents

TV elect, just want respect

Show me a cheque, I'll break your neck

Hardcore, L.A. not like the past

I rap just for the cash.. MONEY!!

[Chorus]

I like money, man

Cash money, man

Keep it all with me

And I like that money with me

Cash money, man..

I know you gonna dig this....

[Verse Two: K-Dee]

Homeboy rocked the Mic like no one else

K-Dee introduce yourself, get bounce

Dre rocks the beats, Jinx gets ill for my Posse

Ice Cube writes the rhymes to kill the show

Me breaking freaks, making dough

I was the King of teasers there on attack

You turned the wax, up to the macks

Girls in the place, to get me laid

Rhyme Zones the ace, make sure I'm paid

C.I.A. not with the dumps

Get more attention from the Me Me Amp

West L.A. is where I'm from, not a bum I didn't cum

Get some green by the leopard blues

Don't wear snickers, they'll get you around the way

Think I must ill, cause I love to chill with that dollar bill

Where I go I make that dough

Cold stop at reporter, get toss pesos

Ill, L.A. not like the past

I rap just for the cash.. MONEY!!

[Chorus]

I like money, man

Cash money, man

Keep it all easy in my fist

And I like that money with me

Cash money, man..

I know you gonna dig this....

[Interlude]

[Ice Cube] Posse 3

[Sir Jinx] Cold rocking the microphone

[Ice Cube] Posse 3

[Sir Jinx] Awwww yeah, I hold my own

[Ice Cube] Posse 3

[Sir Jinx] Check it out, cause here I go

[Ice Cube] Posse 3

[Sir Jinx] Cold making that dough

[Ice Cube] YOU KNOW!!

[Verse Three: Sir Jinx]

Hip-Hop rhymes for the cash money

Sometimes a DJ, sometimes an MC

Turned to the cut, but that's alright

Getting paid everyday, getting laid at night

More money made, the more money spent

Making more money than the US Mitt

Kick up the bass if you hip to get paying

Aim to get rich, if you know what I'm saying

Calling me a punk, you ain't making a cent

Reaching in your pocket, boy, you're snatching up lent

A.O.A got the beat going, cuts and rhymes keep the cash flowing

Dre is the producer, give the knowledge to him

Bass pumping so Hard leave the place in dim

If Barley was rapping, you knew, he'll get ripped

Cause I'm holding down L.A. like a vice grip

It's money, honey, that's no mistake

Keep Filas on my feet, big mack on plaque

Gold on my fist, my pocket's getting fat

"Why?" - it's like that, it's in my contract

Hip to play if you're hipped to pay

Jinx's spelling with.. a capital J

Death in L.A. not like the past

I rap just for the cash.. MONEY!!

[Chorus]

I like money, man

Cash money, man

Keep it all easy in my fist

And I like that money with me

Cash money, man..

I know you gonna dig this....

[Outro]

[Ice Cube] That was def, yeah, yeah, that was def

[Sir Jinx] Yo, can we can paid in this mothafucker..

[Dr. Dre] Rewind it, rewind it, let me hear it

[Sir Jinx] Awww, is it still going?!

[Dr. Dre] That's cool, that's cool