Dope Money Lyrics - Singles - Ruff Ryders

Intro 

What, what 

You over there Styles? 

Yeah dog 

Second album nigga, real L.O.X 

Blaze 

We run the streets, yall know who to bet (C'mon) 

Fuck yall niggas (Let's go) 

Couldn't live the life I live 

Why's that 

I could die any minute, I get high every minute 

Fuckin' with snake niggas, and sleepin' with foul bitches 

Came thru on the lightest whip with two pounds in it 

Pull over where the hustlers be 

Why's that 

Cause I get chills when you talk of hustlin' Gs 

So I'm always where the powder be at 

What it mean 

I can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if that 

Stay away from where the cowards be at 

Why's that 

Time is money god, and you can't get an hour back 

Or I would do it again to get the power back 

Have godfather status, make niggas bow to that 

You can all shine and glitter and keep the ones 

Fives and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up 

Make a lot of money, and look bummy and what 

Cause money aint shit, respect is everything 

So if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit 

I take blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit 

I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch 

If the good die young, all that mean to me 

Is that the hood die young/ We call it the last days 

What you know about coppin a house to fight pits in 

Or blowin' weed smoke on the cops that write tickets 

Henny and what, shit we can semi it up 

With your picture on the wall, in memory of 

Stay in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hood 

We tryin' to get money like chinks in the hood 

They ask me how I'm doing now 

I tell and#8216em better than them 

And if your man front 

He can get eleven in him 

And if you told them once 

Then you better tell him again 

Ay yo, now let's see 

Who you know fuckin with Sheek Luc, Jadakiss 

And S' paper 

From dope money to rap money, and back to dope money (C'mon) 

Loaded guns, the empty ones, over dope money (Let's go) 

Car house in the smoke, over dope money (C'mon) 

All my niggas will die over dope money (Let's go) 

Bust your nine niggas, Side by side niggas (C'mon) 

We hit the ?wreek? of law, Run and hide niggas (Let's go) 

Death is the only thing that might divide niggas (C'mon) 

So don't fuck around with them Ryde or Die niggas (Let's go) 

So we speakin', all I know your face will be leakin' 

I rap full time and still pump bass on the weekend 

A nigga hoppin' all over the map 

And what you learn 

That niggas with long paper take longer to crap 

That's why every chance I me a gat 

And why you rather buy you a chain 

I aim at your brain 

Nigga, robbery is all we know, so how we gon go broke 

When we can just take all yall dough 

And then fly out to Cuba, and get in the coke fields 

Die off the buddha, fifty and fifty mill 

Bring drama cause Gianconna got Kennedy killed 

If you come thru in a jet, you frontin' wit us 

Cause when the coke price was up 

It was nuthin to us 

We got blocks full of heroin 

Weed and dust/ Seen bullets pop off 

Cause of greed and lust 

And when the big dogs die 

Who gon feed the pups 

My niggas is here, so you know the circle is tight 

I circle the block, and cut off the lights 

Pray to Christ 

Cause when the cops come in, we carry shotguns 

Dem niggas with the most ice, get the hot ones 

Stay on your job, nigga I'ma stay on mine 

And if I lose my voice nigga, I'ma flow online 

And by next year, we should have a thousand guns 

Nigga Ruff Ryde, Ryde or Die Volume One