Get This Money lyrics - Jay Z

[J] Yeah yeah

[R] Damn it's hot

[J] Like a muh'fucker

[R] Yo Jigga

[J] Whassup my nigga?

[R] Pop that water

[J] Fo'schizzle!

[both laughing]

[R] Yeah

[J] Get'cha mind right, c'mon

[Jay-Z]

Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh

Uh-uh uh-uh - gettin that money my nigga

(woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..)

You better call the muh'fuckin cops

This is a crime, uh-uh, let's go

[R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]

Keys to the Bentley, off to the club

Switchin lanes like what the..

Chick on the cell wanna get with a bruh

But y'all know I don't love no.. (never love her)

She, say, she, slick

I'm, like, baby, please

She, say she's got a man

but what's that got to do with me? (f'real)

Some chicks like low-key

Wrists of, zero degrees

I'm, toxic off the Belve'

Two strippers, in my hotel suite

Fee fie and, foe fum-ah

Look out now, here I come-ah

For you haters, keepin up trauma

Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)

[Chorus: R. Kelly]

You got what I want; I got what you need

Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney

You got what I want; I got what you need

Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney

[R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]

Ace hit the club 'bout five o'clock (woo!)

Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)

After that, menage-a-trois

And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)

Cause I'm a baller, thought I told ya

Blue rocks lightin up my shoulders (bling!)

See y'all niggaz know y'all need to grow up

Your album ain't out, cause I'm the hold up (ha)

Busters wanna hoop with me

Wanna run our ways, doin R&B

I'll, creep creep, blink blink

Cross your ass over, take it from me

Fee fie and, foe fum-ah

Look out now, here I come-ah

Golddiggers, this you gets none of

Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)]

Pull up on the block, cran-apple Benz

White tank top, cran-apple trim

Egg-shaped watch, cran-apple gems

Dice hands 'side both of them

Two rolls and I leave with a stack

Off to the club, G's in in the back

V.I.P. nigga beez like that

When you gettin that money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)

I spit this for my riders

Twenty-inch rims and wide body drivers

We can't let nothin stop us (get.. this.. mo-ney)

Young H-O-V-A

And the boy R. Kel', you know how we play

For that fetti, mayne, we'll let the lead rang

You young boyz ain't ready

You don't know NANN a nigga to NEAR Jigga

to NEAR as well as me and the boy Kel'

Yeah it's money, recognize the smell

And we up out this bitch, yell

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)]

Gettin that money my nigga

Ha ha, ha ha

Ha ha ha ha ha ha

I gotta laugh at this shit (get.. this.. money)

Gettin this money my nigga

Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh

Oh it's too late to get scared niggaz (get.. this.. mo-ney)

It's way too late now..

.. gettin this money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)

[Chorus + Jay-Z ad libs]

[J] Gettin that money my nigga

Shorty lyrics - Jay Z

[Tone aka Trackmaster]

So I told shorty I be producing, I be making those beats

Be making those hits, ya know

So I told her my name, My name is Tone

She said "Town!!"

You know like she never heard of me, ya know

So I said okay you may know me by my other name

Sometimes they call me

[R. Kelly]

TRACK-MAS-STER

[Jay-Z]

We see you Tone

Tone the referee

We see you, baby

[R. Kelly]

C'mon Shorty

That nigga Hov

[Jay-Z]

Holla

[R. Kelly]

Yall niggas don't understand

[Jay-Z]

Uh-uh, they dont understand

Flow for'em

No lemme sing for em

Just sing for'em

[R. Kelly]

Check It

Mr. Kell

Its like this, some of yall niggas got, legs for lips

Running ya mouth mad cuz I, pop that Cris

Go up in 3-10, and cop that six

Then roll around with yo chick

Some of yall niggas mad cuz I drop these hits

Thug ass nigga, on some, R&B Shit

Now that shit done fucked around and, made me rich

And, For those of you who don't like it, yall can suck my "Uhhhh!!"

These honies to my suite like I'm, the Pidi piper

Body ass, hitin high notes, like they Mariah

Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bonfire

She be like "Wooooooo", and I be like "Wooooooo"

When her tides got high, fuck it Ima Don

Runnin late for the studio, fuck it I'm bout to come

Dress cold at club fuck it Air Force I's 

Said I wouldn't mention Sisqo, fuck he's a bum

Ally boom, buaya, Hit you with the right hook

You be like, what the fuck was that

Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo

Nigga yall best shit can't even fuck with our demo's

Shorty

[Chorus 2X: R. Kelly] 

From New York on to L.A. (Shorty)

Chi-Town we freak the night away (Shorty)

Miami all the pretty girls (Shorty)

We know chicks all around the world (Shorty)

[Jay-Z]

Shorty, what yo name is?

Shorty, who yo man is?

C'mon and make moves with a dude who move cane

Like a old man, you know who game this is, Young Hov

Name is respected in fifty different languages, mommy come roll

I keep a jet on the runway, Sunday in Paris, London on Monday

Back to L.A.

This aint rap, this is real, I could trip and have a meal

In three hours ma the streets will be ours (Wooooooo)

Shorty, I got something for you, Wouldn't give a chick a dime before

but now I wanna spoil you

Shorty, The trips to the gucc shop, getcha cooch hot

How bout I do a helipads on the roof top

Shorty, Ya hella rag, your my rock star Shorty

Heres my number shit, you don't gotta to call me

Shorty

[Chorus 2x]

[R. Kelly]

I'm chillin in my 4.6, at the light

5 o'clock in the morning, been drinking all night

And, Plus I'm high, but it aint over

4 slim bodies scooped me in a wide body rover

Panties and bras all the way from the bed to the sofa

For all you R&B so called playas, I'm bout to coach ya

Sit right there, and watch me freak yo girl chocha

Tounge all down her throat as if a nigga was trying to choke her

Its The Best Of Both Worlds, stickin ya in the "uhhhhhh!!"

Put ya hands up like it's money in the air

We bout to rip these charts like Zorro Blade

So hot your gonna need a cold glass of lemonade

To all my real live niggas, that shoot dice and play spades

In a nice crib, word up, drinking the Maid 

On the rizel my nizel, that nigga Jigga is the dizel

R. Kizel in the hotel swizel's chicks on the mizel's

[Chorus 2x]

Shorty

Shorty

Honey lyrics - jay Z

[Intro: Jay-Z]

Uh, its the boy Jay-Z, and the boy R. Kel

The best of both worlds, please believe it

Brookland, Chi-Town, to all the beautiful ladies in the world

Dedicated to TT my niece, everybody in the world, talk to 'em Kel

That's right, Tone this is mean and vicious man, so mean and vicious

Rockland, Roc-a-Fella, the best of both worlds, come on

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Lord forgive me I'm ballin' out of control

Got the spirit of a hustler pouring out of my soul

Mami I love you but ain't no stopping my stroll

If you wanna be down with me you gotta rooolll

Like a roll and if my side of the bed gets cold

You gotta know that I'm out chasin' doooough

I'm ain't stunting these hoes

Stunting my growth if I fuck 'em I'm fleeing them

I need something to hold

Then I'm home to you

I might roam like a cellular phone

But I never leave you alone I

Solemnly swear, I was married to the block before I met you

It's still a part of me there but I

Solemnly swear, I try but it's in my blood

Pumping yay since I was yay high

I'm in love with the life

So except me for the bastard that I am

You're still in love with me right?

[Chorus: R. Kelly]

Baby I can't figure it out

Said you pussy tastes like honey

But I can't stop huggin' the block

All night tryna get this money

Stuck between these two worlds

What I'm gonna do with both these girls

Two main squeezes in separate cities

Both found out man, shit ain't pretty

Stuck between these two worlds

What I'm gonna do with both these girls

Hard to choose between her and these streets

Cuz the game keeps calling me

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Baby girl had me off my grind, off my clock

I would often find I was off my block

Couldn't keep her off my mind, my balls were shot

They never thought that a pause or stop

Was in my pores to push rock raw

Take a lost rebound like Bo Outlaw, I'm so outlaw

Got a hunger for this game, but keep that on the low

Like a one against the grain

Got the sun against my brain

A girl in my ear

I like her for her

I'm a dig into this shit, I like it like I like her

Sometimes I can't figure it out

I'm in love with the life but she's sticking it out

She know wanna hug kisses keep a nigga in the house

Lock down while his niggas is out (out)

[Chorus X2]

Pussy lyrics - Jay Z

[Chorus (Jay-Z)]

The power of the P-U-S-S-Y,

Thatz why every mutherfucka in the world dress fly.

Every baller

that can afford it they cop the best ride, for the power of the P-U-S-S-Y.

(Let's have some fun)

The power of the P-U-S-S-Y, thatz why niggaz get they hair cut, try to dress fly.

Every baller that can afford it he cop the best ride.

For the Power of the P-U-S-S-Y.

[Jay-Z]

I-I know this girl we call her Sweet Cooch Brown.

Hands down mami had the bombest pussy in town.

One dip in the girl pool, thatz all it took.

One sample of the snappa and ya ass was whooped.

Have you buyin Gucci sandals matchin pocketbooks.

Blowin up her beeper, ringin her phone off the hook.

Ball playaz they spent money, rappers they spent time.

All the while both claimin that they never spent a dime.

Buisness guys you were victimised.

Have 'em payin rent on condos in a Miami High Rise.

They ask her, "Who pussy's this?"

Look her right in her eyes. 

She say, "This pussy's yours, Daddy"

Tell 'em nothin but lies.

Ha! They didn't believe it, but they wanted to.

Needed to. She had the type of body that you didn't want leavin you.

So they ignored all her flirtin ways and put a ring on her finger.

I'm like, "Earth to Dave!" 

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]

Naw..I ain't no rapper but I'mma sing my shit

when it comes down to that mutherfuckin click click click.

Niggaz I tick tick tick, turn on ya quick quick quick.

And thatz why I be givin mami much dick dick dick.

While yall chumps be coppin diamonds and fur and all that,

Fiendin for this pussy as if yall was on crack.

When it comes to the truth, I can't hold back.

Ya'll cats (?) hittin these broads need to be smacked.

It's this nigga named Monroe that I know from way back.

He hit the lotto, bought this girl a Cadillac.

Now this bitch be creepin behind this niggaz back.

Me bust his nut guess what he still took this bitch back.

Three things niggaz love...money, pussy, and drugs.

Can't get one without the other unless you soft and in love. 

Yall take it from a nigga who's done all the above.

Niggaz it the lesbian R&B thug.

[Chorus]

[Devin the Dude]

The P is for the pearl tongue that I like to tickle.

The U is for uterus, down deep in the middle.

SS is so slippery when I go up inside.

Pussy's good and if you gettin some I know you know Y.

See I got my first shot when I was bout 7.

Her father called my house he said,

"I need to talk to yo son Devin.

My daughter she's 11 and she goes to the same school that yo son goes to.

And she said today she got screwed."

But my daddy answer the phone so no drama, and all he said was,

"No shit! Let me talk to that girl mama!"

Then i was suspended 3 day, tooken from school.

It was like a vacation.

Niggaz lookin at pussy at the pool in our apartments.

I started hittin hard when I was small.

Let me recite a story lesson for all of yall.

See pussy's like a wound it would never heal,

the more ointment you put on then the better it feels.

Cuz it's...

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]

Oh yeah.

Niggaz will do anything for some pussy.

Hey Hey Hey!

Oh! See it don't matter who you are,

where you from, in this life at some point ya gonna wanna get you some.

Yes you will.

Ooo. Oh! I know.

"The Blueprint" (2001)

• The Ruler's Back lyrics - Jay Z
• Takeover lyrics - Jay Z
• Izzo (H.O.V.A.) lyrics - Jay Z
• Girls, Girls, Girls lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Biz Markie, Slick Rick, Q-Tip)
• Jigga That Nigga lyrics - Jay Z
• U Don't Know lyrics - Jay Z
• Hola' Hovito lyrics - Jay Z
• Heart Of The City (Ain't No Love) lyrics - Jay Z
• Never Change lyrics - Jay Z
• Song Cry lyrics - Jay Z
• All I Need lyrics - Jay Z
• Renegade lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Eminem)
• Blueprint (Momma Loves Me) lyrics - Jay Z
• Breathe Easy (Lyrical Exercise) lyrics - Jay Z
• Girls, Girls, Girls (Remix) lyrics - Jay Z

The Ruler's Back lyrics - Jay Z

[Jay-Z]

Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uh-uhh

Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uhh

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

I, am, back, niggaz

Ha ha ha ha ha.. uh-oh, uh-oh - whoo!

Ladies and gentlemen.. H, to the Izzo

I wanna thank everybody out there for they purchase

I surely appreciate it - whoo!

What you about to witness is my thoughts

Just my thoughts man - right or wrong

Just what I was feeling at the time, uhh

You ever felt like this, you vibe with me

Walk with a nigga man - just vibe with me

Yo, gather round hustlers that's if you still livin

And get on down, to that ol' Jig rhythm

Here's a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison

A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high

I, Young 'Vito, voice of the young people

Mouthpiece for hustlers I'm back motherfuckers

Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns

Y'all can't fuck with Hov', what type of X y'all on?

I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm

Charges don't stick to dude he's teflon

I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred

I'm not guilty, now GIMME back my bread

Mr. District Attorney I'm not sure if they told you

I'm on TV every day, where the fuck could I go to

plus - Hov' don't run, Hov' stand and fight

Hov's a soldier, Hov' been fightin all his life so

What could you do to me? It's not new to me

Sue me; fuck you - what's a couple dollars to me?

But you will respect me, simple as that

Or I got no problem goin back

I'm representin for the seat where Rosa Parks sat

Where Malcolm X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped

So off we go, let the trumpets blow

And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro

The ruler's back

Uhh, uh-huh uhh uhh

I, am, BACK, niggaz - whoo! whoo! whoo! whoo!

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Turn the motherfuckin music up

The ruler's back

I, am, back, niggaz

Yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah

Well in these times, well at least to me

There's a lot of rappers out there tryin to sound like Jay-Z

I'll help you out, here's what you do

You gonna need a wide lens cause that's a VERR' big shoe

And you got a couple of +Beans+ and you don't have a +Clue+?

You situation is +Bleek+, I'ma keep it +Rell+ cause

Fuckin with me, you gotta drop +Amil+

Cause if you gonna cop somethin you gotta cop f'real

Don't only talk it, walk like it - from the Bricks to the booth

I can predict the future like Cleo the psychic

You can't date skee-os and wife it (uh-uh)

And you can't sell me bullshit, we know the prices

So what your life is? We gon' roll

'til the wheels fall off, y'all muh'fuckers check the tires

Off we go, let the trumpets blow

And hold on, because the driver of that Bentley is a pro

The ruler's back

Uhh, uhh

I, am, back, niggaz

Feels good! Ha

Pah, holla at me!

The ruler's back

Yeah.. whoo!

Yeah.. yeah.. yeah..

Now bounce, c'mon, bounce

Uhh, whoo! Whoo!

Bounce, c'mon, bounce

Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah

Bounce, c'mon, bounce

Uhh, yeah, just my thoughts ladies and gentlemen

Just what I'm feelin at the time, you know what I mean?

Knahmean? [music fades w/ ad libs]

Takeover lyrics - Jay Z

[Jay-Z]

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit

Memphis Bleek, we runnin this rap shit

B. Mac, we runnin this rap shit

Freeway, we run this rap shit

O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit

The takeover, the break's over nigga

God MC, me, Jay-Hova

Hey lil' soldier you ain't ready for war

R.O.C. too strong for y'all

It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test

Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest

You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win?

This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triage(?)

Beatch - your reach ain't long enough, dunny

Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucka

Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy

Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady

We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama

Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammer

Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it

So you won't confuse it with just rap music

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit

M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit

The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it

Freeway, we run this rap shit

O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit

"Watch out!! We run New York" -> [KRS-One]

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews

You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger than you

When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight

you was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya

Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor

Well - we don't believe you, you need more people

Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes

Nobody could read you dudes like we do

Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you

Trust me on this one - I'll detach you

Mind from spirit, body from soul

They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole

No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked

I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week

You guys don't want it with Hov'

Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', nooooo!

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit

B. Sigel, we runnin this rap shit

M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it

O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit

Freeway, we run this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit

"Watch out!! We run New York" -> [KRS-One]

I know you missin all the - FAAAAAAAME!

But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your brain

Nigga; you a - LAAAAAAAME!

Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads

Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash

Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage

Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all

to your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours

Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song

but I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine

That's why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end

There's only so long fake thugs can pretend

Nigga; you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad

You scribbled in your notepad and created your life

I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor

(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser

So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong

You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song

And you ain't get a corn nigga you was gettin fucked and

I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing

Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten

I've been in it five - smarten up Nas

Four albums in ten years nigga? I could divide

That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due

One was - NAHHH, the other was "Illmatic"

That's a one hot album every ten year average

And that's so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your flow

Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?

(Get the fuck outta here) You niggaz gon' learn to respect the king

Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen

Because you know who (who) did you know what (what)

with you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit

M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit

The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it

Freeway, we run this rap shit

O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit

"Watch out!! We run New York" -> [KRS-One]

A wise man told me don't argue with fools

Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who

So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown

Please leave it alone - don't throw rocks at the throne

Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you

I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you

Please, not Jay, he's, not for play

I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin and gimmicks

I will end it, all that yappin be finished

You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep

Don't make me expose to them folks that don't know you

Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-els

Twinkletoes you breakin my heart

You can't fuck with me - go play somewhere, I'm busy

And all you other cats throwin shots at Jigga

You only get half a bar - fuck y'all niggaz