Don't Let The Money Make You(Ft.King Tee, Soopafly

Intro: [An interview with Xzibit]

[I] I want to ask you, what is more important to you guys?

All the money that you guys are talkin' about?

Or the artform? Or, what is more important? The Lyrics?

Or the leather sized stuff?

[X] I think, what we tryin' to do is device a way that the

artform and the money is like on a equal level.

You know what I mean, that, that like he said, is a fine

line where gotta pleas the crowd or pleas the artists

that are listenin' to you. And pleas the real hip-hop

underground people that, that, that is looking for that

you know, that real shit. It's only a certain way that

that you can go up and doin' it

Verse 1: [Xzibit]

Xzibit keep it on deck

Live, vinyl, CD or cassette

Whatever you select

I keep you bouncin' like a bad cheque

See I should have a trigger tattooed on my neck

To represent the heat that I repeat

Now you can take the highs out of the beat

But never take the rucked out of the rhyme

Or tribalize, look into the eyes of the emotional

Your whole style is promotional

A dead giveaway to me is just another business day

Xzibit here to stay

My life, a tribute to the A.K,

you wanna play

A situation only one man can walk away from

The same way he came

When I spit flame, it spits flames like your middlename

So why do I say fuck the fame

Because it come and go

The industry's a pet without refused to be that gigolo

I put the dope in, got fo's and tatoos

Niggas make ya money

But let the money make you

Hook: [King T] x2

We make, make money, money

Take's money to survive

The meanin' of life with statted chips is stay alive

Cause it's all about the C-notes

Gonna be fuckin' when you're rollin' this too

Don't let the money make you

Verse 2: [Soopafly]

It's Soopafly,

comin' with that gangsta shit

That shit that only gangstas be gettin' gangsta with

The pimps, hustlers and the players know the rank I get

Never have to get no money from the bank, I get shit

I Stomp down your whole compound

Takin' all the shots

Device from the few I'm rise

Let the others drop

I elevate

Who drop when a dime never got me straight

I'm still goin' for broke

I push you to the stroke

And one man loc and say high

Smokin' to keep an open, mind

Focus on military time provokin'

The G in me, nigga

(?) when he tried to step the Soopafly

AZ you are shit

Now gettin' down with the Pound

Now who can shake it till it break ground

Many motherfuckers are greedy

There's only one thing needed like E.D.I, Amin / I mean business

When it comes to the cash, I'm movin' quick

(Xzibit: Any other nigga eat a dick)

Fuck type shit

Make ya step back

Soopafly, hit like crack

Life is a jet

Maintainin' the top figures deliver

The raw, rugged likwidation that be runnin' the river

Now, whether if a nigga step up

Be prepared to kick your rap up

Try to die in line for you cheque, huh nigga

Hook: [King T] x2

Verse 3: [Xzibit]

So when I die,

bury me upside-down

So the whole world can kiss my ass

Live fast

Sippin' from my bottomless glass of Hennessy, straight

So I catch you (?)

Xzibit comin' down like a saint

So prepare for the judgement day

Be careful what the fuck you say

Rhyme these parts

Amadeus and Mozart,

the love for the arts and crash

Paragraphs to bust niggas in half

That's what I fuck with

(?) time to get my duck sit

Miss me if you try to make a buck with

I mean a quick buck, only got bad luck

Black cash every black trash

Never relax, never get attached to anything

That's not gonna hand so life

I come back like Christ

Pacific natural ice

With Sharif makin' sure R&B, was well done

Might live by the gun,

but keep livin' through my livin' son

Hook: [King T] x4

Outro:

[King T]

We make, make, money, money, make, money, money, money (x4)

We take money, take money, take money, money, money (x4)

[Soopafly]

Don't let this money make you