Uhh, uhh
 Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
 Hah, what, I like this
 Uhh, uhh, I like this
 What?  Uhh, what?
 Uhh

 Verse One: Jay-Z

 We push the hottest V's, peel fast
 through the city, play Monopoly with real cash
 Me and Biggie and the models be, trickin ace, did they ass in
 And parotta be, somethin you cats got to see
 And the watches be all types and shapes of stones
 Bein broke is childish and I'm quite grown
 Run up in the club with the ice on, me and Python
 Scope the spot out, see somethin nice and I'm gone
 You cats is home, screamin the fight's on
 I'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin Ty-son
 Same night, same fight
 But one of us cats ain't playin right, I let you tell it
 People place yourselves in the shoes of two felons
 And tell me you won't ball every chance you get
 and any chance you hit, we live for the moment
 Makes sense don't it?  Now make dollars
 Cats pop bottles bone chicks that pay for hors d'ourves
 And rack up frequent flier mileage

 Chorus: Angela Winbush

 Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
 I love the dough, more than you know
 Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey

 Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.

 I'm poppin Magnums while Jigga bag somethin
 Watch is platinum, got jet lag from
 flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes
 Make the best CD's and the best tapes
 Don't forget the vinyl, take girls break spinals
 Biggie be Richie like Lionel, shit
 You seen the Jesus, dipped to H classes
 Ice project off lights, chick flashes
 Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches
 Rock top fashions
 Ain't shit changed, except the number after the dot
 on the Range, way niggaz look at me now, kinda strange
 I hate y'all too
 Rather be in Carribean sands with Rachael
 It's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal
 Bitches used to go, "Ewww!"
 Still tote steel, tryin to see five mil
 off the sin-gle, for real
 You ain't fazin the amazin
 While your gun's raisin, mine is blazin
 See you on see me all talkin to sweetness
 Take it for weakness and leave quick
 Blocker, rocker, fellow, Bad Boy collabo
 Two MC's with mad dough, jewelry on!

 Chorus: Angela Winbush

 I love the dough, more than you know
 Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
 (repeat 2X)

 Verse Three: Jay-Z, Notorious B.I.G.

 Miracu-lous, pockets stay full
 Niggaz skip the bull cause we matadors
 Snatch the P-89's that we pack in the drawers
 And we, clappin doors in your Acuras
 Snap like, cameras on amateurs
 Make you all dance, hold a hammer to yours
 Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks in floors
 Erybody got a part to play, back to yours
 Run up in your crib now, crack your doors
 Watch the real players live, it's a habit to floss
 Play the charts like the Beatles, y'all adapt you lost
 And toast Cristal on behalf of y'all
 Too bad for y'all, ain't too many as bad as yours
 truly, do we, we laugh at y'all
 Little bastards y'all

 Uhh, uhh
 We hit makers with acres
 Roll shakers in Vegas, you can't break us
 Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq
 Country house, tennis courts on horseback
 Ridin decidin cracked crab or lobster
 Who say mobsters don't prosper
 Niggaz is actors, niggaz deserve Oscars
 Me I'm, critically acclaimed, slug past your brain
 Reminesce on dames who, coochie used to stink
 When we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci links
 Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places
 Tito smile everytime he see our faces
 Cases catch more than outfield-ers
 Half these rappin cats, ain't seen war
 Couldn't score if they had point game, they lame
 Speak my name, I make em dash like Dame

 Chorus: Angela Winbush

 I love the dough, more than you know
 Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
 (repeat to fade