featuring Dr. Dre Ice Cube Too $hort

Intro: Too $hort

Man what's up with these niggaz out here

Mad at us cause we on top

I love to see niggaz gettin money

Better get it while the gettin is good

Get it while you can man

And stop hatin me fuckin with my shit cuz I got more hustle than you

Get yours get yours baby

Verse One: Dr. Dre

I'm seeing millions niggaz dont understand

know what? Im makin moves, puttin cash behind plans

to blow up, will he style like this

everyday I parlay, sip Henne and Tanqueray

stay in the mix like Alezay

V.I.P., my shit parked valet

on the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile again

some try to assault Dre, its still cavi

Im eatin steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality

I givin livin definition long as my hearts tickin

I fought and made the world listen

Whatever fly Dr. Dre invented

turn on the box and let my son watch these studio clowns on 60 inches

I push a rover, shit platinum before the sessions over

rap master with the Houston heat holder

these playas best to get they shit in check

cuz when I get my hustle on aint no playin with a full deck

Chorus: Ice Cube

Lord please, murda my enemies (Yeah)

Burn em at a thousand degrees

And lord please let me make mo cheese

Cuz I aint quite ready to leave (No)

[repeat 2X]

Verse Two: Scarface

Buck the whole world

meant that, gotta stay strapped

cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry they gats

Super fist fightin shit might come down to dyin

When the time comes down for the tryin I got nine

reasons why niggaz shouldnt step in my face

with the nons