[Chorus 2X: 2Pac]
  M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
  and you know we keep it money over bitches
    [2Pac]
  Thugs known to bust on sight
  God bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin that thug life
  Been raised in violence homicide's my lullaby
  Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die
  Boss players you wonder why
  I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride
  Bitches and niggaz in penitentary suits
  I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops
  As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine
  You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime
  My time as shorty was full of car chases
  While runnin with John Gotti's and Scarface's
  Niggas knew, I'd be the Don in my own crew
  A million niggaz with automatics who swarm through
  You wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alert
  Cause we comin' for you, and keep it money over bitches
    [Chorus w/ ad libs]
    [Fatal]
  I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot 'til you drop
  All you wannabe cops, you don't wanna see shots
  I beef deep with the police peep what these streets do to me
  Actin all new to me I creep on you like puberty
  You don't wanna see the bad image of this scrimmage
  From here to East Greenwich through every state with a sentence
  Frozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
  1 2's we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
  When I'm drinkin Cristal, start thinkin 'bout Al
  Bacardi coverin my body at the wink and a smile
  Bag a hottie or two, cause butter shotties for you
  I got more bodies then Drew, I drink Mynotti on New, fuck your crew
  This type of shit I do for a petty hobby
  Fuck the world it's Fatal dog against everybody
    [Chorus]
    [Mopreme]
  My shit's phenomenal, droppin like domino
  Comin with the real yo and fuck what you feel yo
  This is not for all the freaks in short skirts
  This is for my niggaz nationwide doin work, get your feelings hurt
  Lose mo' faith than a composure, money and the doja
  Bitches is a cobra with deadly venom
  Move as smooth as I get 'em, stackin G's
  My niggas crosstown got ki's
  Hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over bitches
  (Nigga!)
    [Chorus]
    [Big Syke]
  I'm hittin sixteen switches, my money over bitches
  The struggle continues I'll miss you on my road to riches
  I'm contribed to strive never laggin
  Disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flaggin
  As I get 'em up and leave 'em stuck
  Pager blowin up but I don't give a fuck
  I'm fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin
  Loc'ers and smokers engaged twenty-fo'/seven
  So what can you do for me and what can I do for you
  But stay true, and do the things that we do
  Blinded evil-minded no option for my offspring
  Reminded can't find it complications what the future brings
  Losin my mind why you sweatin me all the time
  I'm caught in a bind, quality time on my grind
  Rather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitches
  I'm 'bout my riches, money over bitches
    [Chorus]
    [E.D.I.]
  That's from the time a nigga close his eyes I'm hopin, I hope he awoken
  Payin my own that's tokin chokin off-a glocks smokin
  Money and power watch these bitches cause they skanless
  Gettin niggaz fucked 'n stuck from Timbuk' to Los Angeles
  Ain't a nigga ruggeder than this grimy Heine' guzzler
  Cowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin ya
  Me and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin in flocks
  Deuce-deuce in my socks keepin a watch out for cops
  Gettin kicked, I keep my mind on my riches
  While uncontrolled schemes keep me choosin my money over all my bitches
    [Chorus - 2X]
    [2Pac]
  That's right nigga
  Money over motherfuckin bitches
  M.O.B. on 'em nigga
  Keep your motherfuckin mind on your money, fuck these hoes
  (Thug life baby) You don't need no motherfuckin bitches
  You need some motherfuckin money
  Get your mind right nigga, keep your game tight
  Play right play by the rules and you'll get paid fuck the fools
  We up out of this bitch here
    [E.D.I.]
  BIATCH!