Forty four Magnum  choice of gat
 Mercury tip fillin up my clip
 I can shoot him in the dome or I can get him in the hip
 but boom  look at all the niggaz runnin out the room
 Just another soldier  causin doom
 No I don't bang but I like to wound... my enemy
 Who is the enemy  I'm glad you asked
 Any motherfucker standin in my path
 Got a Bentley Turbo  now you wanna jack
 but remember, Mack Daddy is strapped
 And when you're platinum, niggaz start dissin
 Record companies think you're missin
 But I'm back *clap clap (gunfire)*
 I'm back *clap clap (gunfire)*
 I'm back and I got a bigger gat *click BOOM*
 Now the positive rhymes is onnnn
 And I'm positively hittin that dome
 You might want mine but you can't get mine
 Rather put a hot nine right up in your behind
 I'm not the nigga that you wanna recoup
 And I don't wear a Giorgio suit
 but I'm down for my business so please don't step
 You heard about my lawfirm's rep, I check my bank

 Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir Mix-a-Lot

 "Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich"
 Checkin my bank
 "Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich"
 AhhhI checks my bank
 "Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich"
 Straight checkin my bank
 "Cash money, cash-cash-cash-cash.... cash money"

 In the magazine I look like a dope man
 cause I'm paid, and I'm suckin up to no man
 And in the rap game I gets no respect
 cause I'm checkin more bank than the Heat check
 Yeah I'm a pimp and my hoe is the system
 Uncle Sam might think I just dissed him
 But nah I'm just pumpin straight facts
 You either be a mack, or you get macked
 Some of the jealous wanna roll on the boss
 But this HK's keepin em tossed
 Cause I duck them deuce deuce treys at point blank range
 *automatic gunfire* Attitudes get changed
 I'm about making these dividends
 and every motherfucker ain't my friend
 And I check my back when I count my snaps
 And niggaz that snatch get slapped
 Girls wanna roll, that's cool
 but I'm not to be played that fool
 Some niggaz think a brother with money is slippin
 but I've be down, so quit trippin
 My goal, to increase the size of this bank
 I hold, and bring up the brothers whose down
 to roll, and keep all the shit under my control
 That's how I'm livin, I check my bank

 Chorus: DJ Punisher

 "Cash money, cash-cash.. money"
 "Clockin more dollars than Chase Manhattan"
 *repeat 2X*

 I check my bank *DJ Punisher starts scratch*
 C'mon Punish! "Cash money"

 A word to the cops, I can't be stopped
 A word to my enemies, I don't drop props
 A word to the Klan, I don't pick crops
 You can run up with your whip but you'll just run up and get popped
 A word to the Tipper, rap won't fall
 A word to the bourgeoise, fuck all y'all
 A word to Apartheid you bouts to fall
 You can kill a couple brothers but you'll never get us all
 Straight laced game's what I'm poppin at the new jacks
 Mack Daddy niggaz like to snatch fat sacks
 I used to be nice with my rhymes, and now I drop dimes
 *Beastie Boys scratch "What's the time?"*
 It's time to get paid in the nine-two G
 Recession never stopped a nigga like me
 I'm breakin no laws but I'm livin on edge
 Puttin CEO's to bed
 Business, straight yankin in dead presidents
 It's like sellin dope, but the money ain't bent
 The game is stiff, but I'ma get mine
 My set is a dollar sign, I check my bank

 Yup, checkin my bank, fool, ha ha
 Yup, I check my bank, sheeit
 Straight checkin my bank
 C'mon Punish! *DJ Punisher starts scratchin*
 Punish em! Punish em!
 Show these DJ's what time it is Punish
 Peace out y'all, and I'm checkin my bank
 I checks my bank
 I checks my bank, straight paid clown
 Checkin my bank
 I checks my bank