[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!