I Love The Dough

[Verse 1 - Jay-Z]

We push the hottest V's, peel fast

Through the city, play Monopoly with real cash

Me and Biggie and the models be shaking they sadiddy ass

And parada be something you cats got to see

And the watches be all types and shapes of stones

Being broke is childish and I'm quite grown

Run up in the club with the ice on, me and Paisan

Scope the spot out, see something nice and I'm gone

You cats is home screaming the fight's on

I'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watching Tyson

Same night, same fight

But one of us cats ain't playing right, I let you tell it

People place yourselves in the shoes of two felons

And tell me you won't ball every chance you get

And any chance you hit, we live for the moment

Makes sense don't it? Now make dollars

Cats pop bottles, bone chicks that favor Idalis

And rack up frequent flier mileage

[Hook - Angela Winbush]

Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey

I love the dough, more than you know

Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey

[Verse 2 - Notorious B.I.G]

I'm popping Magnums while Jigga bag something

Watch is platinum, got jet lag from

Flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes

Make the best CDs and the best tapes

Don't forget the vinyl, take girls break spinals

Biggie be Richie like Lionel, shit

You seen the Jesus, dipped to H classes

Ice project off lights, chick flashes

Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in the beards and moustaches

Rock top fashions

Ain't shit changed, except the number after the dot

On the Range, way niggas look at me now, kinda strange

I hate y'all too

Rather be in Carribean sands with Rachel

It's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal

Bitches used to go, "Ewww!"

Still tote steel, I'm trying to see five mil

Off the single, for real

You ain't fazing the amazing

While your gun's raising, mine is blazing

See you on see me all talking to sweetness

Take it for weakness and leave quick

Blocka, Roc-a-Fella, Bad Boy collabo

Two MCs with mad dough, you know

[Hook - Angela Winbush]

I love the dough, more than you know

Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey

I love the dough, more than you know

Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey

[Verse 3- Jay-Z]

Miraculous, pockets stay full

Niggas skip the bull cause we matadors

Snatch the P89s that we pack in the drawers

And we clap the doors of your Acuras

Snap like cameras on amateurs

Make you all dance, hold a hammer to yours

Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks or flaws

Everybody got a part to play, back to yours

Run up in your crib now, crack your doors

Watch the real players live, it's a habit to floss

Play the charts like The Beatles, y'all adapt you lost

And toast Cristal on behalf of y'all

Too bad for y'all

Ain't too many as bad as yours truly

Do we, we laugh at y'all

Little bastards y'all

[Verse 4 - Notorious B.I.G.]

We hit makers with acres

Roll shakers in Vegas, you can't break us

Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq

Country house, tennis courts on horseback

Riding, deciding cracked crab or lobster

Who say mobsters don't prosper

Niggas is actors, niggas deserve Oscars

Me I'm critically acclaimed, slug passed your brain

Reminisce on dames whose coochie used to stink

When we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci links

Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places

Tito smile every time he see our faces

Cases catch more than outfielders

Half these rapping cats ain't seen war

Couldn't score if they had point game, they lame

Speak my name, I make 'em dash like Dame