Whassup Cube dog?
 I got this bitch-ass nigga right here
 Y'know, fuckin with this tramp-ass bitch
 Puttin her before the scrill' all the time, yaknowhatI'msayin?
 Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every-mother-fuckin thang
 Tellin this bitch all my mother-fuckin business
 Puttin ass over cash everyday
 Nigga fuck that, this Westside

 [Ice Cube]
 Be gone you fuckin peon, got the Don furious
 Talkin on the phone got the Federal curious
 I'm serious!  I don't give a fuck where he is
 Snatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to me
 How the fuck you think I got the NAME Bossalini?  Punk
 Mack God Rap Genie, you can't see me
 Up in this game ever since you was a lame
 Y'all train at my school, nigga I rule
 You never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollar
 from across the water, watch your daughter
 She might catch the Holy Ghost from this rap sermon
 While you vermin smokin Sherman, I'm rollin somethin German, bitch
 Money earnin makin mo' money (ching ching)
 Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy
 Don't need no honey, that's right
 Cause I'm thinkin with my big head, FUCK what my dick said!

 Chorus: Ice Cube

 We puttin cash over ass, each and every day
 Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
 (We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!)
 We puttin cash over ass, each and every day
 Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
 (We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!)

 [Ice Cube]
 Now who's that nigga got these bitches lookin silly?  Me!
 I'm the Big Willie for rilly, the real dilly
 You can ask Phillie cause I got a year's supply (Yup!)
 You must want to die, don't get the lye
 after dark up at Griffith Park, shallow grave
 for the mark check his heart, the game about to start
 Big thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic)
 Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches
 If it twitches give it stitches
 If it jiggles or switches, fuck and take pictures, now
 I'm livin in a two-point zone, and I'm still bumpin
 Call me in the clutch, ain't lost my touch
 Nigga what? on the microphone
 If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it home
 Tight as a Corleone
 You got to get your own, baby get on, now

 Chorus

 [Ice Cube]
 Get your ass up and go to work, cause you know
 on payday, nigga that shit gon' hurt
 Fuckin with a skirt instead of handlin your bizness
 Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes
 I'm suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin fuck over finance
 'Specially fuckin up my plans
 I'm the boss, I can be late
 but you'll never see her and me, over currency
 Givin you the third degree, cause you got
 too many broke bitches and you like bankin for a penny
 Stop fuckin on them dum-dums
 Find one with some ass and some income
 Who wanna win?  Who wanna spin?
 Who wanna make, twenty-five eight?  Me
 Ice Cube the great.. pushin rhymes like weight

 Chorus 2X

 Never put that hoe, in front of that dough nigga
 For what? (Never... fuck a bitch nigga)
 For what?  She ain't gon' love you if you ain't got no dough fool
 (Bitch fuckin with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin?)
 Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y'all (Never ass over cash nigga)
 Scrilla scrilla y'all (We greedy)

 Cha-ching! (She can get some CD's, push some keys)
 Cha-ching! (Ha ha ha, make the bitches shake they tit-ties)
 Cha-ching, cha-ching! (Over my knee)
 Cha-ching, cha-ching! (Never ass over cash)
 Never ass over cash