[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