I Love the Dough

<br>*dice game intro*<br><br>[Jay-Z]<br>Uhh, uhh<br>Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh<br>Hah, what, I like this<br>Uhh, uhh, I like this<br>What? Uhh, what?<br>Uhh<br><br>Verse One: Jay-Z<br><br>We push the hottest V`s, peel fast<br>through the city, play Monopoly with real cash<br>Me and Biggie and the models be, shaking they saditty ass<br>And parotta be, somethin you cats got to see<br>And the watches be all types and shapes of stones<br>Bein broke is childish and I`m quite grown<br>Run up in the club with the ice on, me and Paisan`<br>Scope the spot out, see somethin nice and I`m gone<br>You cats is home, screamin the fight`s on<br>I`m in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin Ty-son<br>Same night, same fight<br>But one of us cats ain`t playin right, I let you tell it<br>People place yourselves in the shoes of two felons<br>And tell me you won`t ball every chance you get<br>and any chance you hit, we live for the moment<br>Makes sense don`t it? Now make dollars<br>Cats pop bottles bone chicks that pay for hors d`ourves<br>and rack up frequent flier mileage<br><br>Chorus: Angela Winbush<br><br>Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey<br>I love the dough, more than you know<br>Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey<br><br>Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.<br><br>I`m poppin Magnums while Jigga bag somethin<br>Watch is platinum, got jet lag from<br>flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes<br>Make the best CD`s and the best tapes<br>Don`t forget the vinyl, take girls break spinals<br>Biggie be Richie like Lionel, shit<br>You seen the Jesus, dipped to H classes<br>Ice project off lights, chick flashes<br>Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches<br>Rock top fashions<br>Ain`t shit changed, except the number after the dot<br>on the Range, way niggaz look at me now, kinda strange<br>I hate y`all too<br>Rather be in Carribean sands with Rachael<br>It`s unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal<br>Bitches used to go, "Ewww!"<br>Still tote steel, tryin to see five mil<br>off the sin-gle, for real<br>You ain`t fazin the amazin<br>While your gun`s raisin, mine is blazin<br>See you on see me all talkin to sweetness<br>Take it for weakness and leave quick<br>Blocker, Roc-a-, Fella, Bad Boy collabo<br>Two MC`s with mad dough, ju` know!<br><br>Chorus: Angela Winbush<br><br>I love the dough, more than you know<br>Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey<br>(repeat 2X)<br><br>Verse Three: Jay-Z, Notorious B.I.G.<br><br>Miracu-lous, pockets stay full<br>Niggaz skip the bull cause we matadors<br>Snatch the P-89`s that we pack in the drawers<br>And we, clappin doors in your Acuras<br>Snap like, cameras on amateurs<br>Make you all dance, hold a hammer to yours<br>Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks or flaws<br>Erybody got a part to play, back to yours<br>Run up in your crib now, crack your doors<br>Watch the real players live, it`s a habit to floss<br>Play the charts like the Beatles, y`all adapt you lost<br>And toast Cristal on behalf of y`all<br>Too bad for y`all, ain`t too many as bad as yours<br>truly, do we, we laugh at y`all<br>Little bastards y`all<br><br>Uhh, uhh<br>We hit makers with acres<br>Roll shakers in Vegas, you can`t break us<br>Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq<br>Country house, tennis courts on horseback<br>Ridin decidin cracked crab or lobster<br>Who say mobsters don`t prosper<br>Niggaz is actors, niggaz deserve Oscars<br>Me I`m, critically acclaimed, slug past your brain<br>Reminesce on dames who, coochie used to stink<br>When we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci links<br>Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places<br>Tito smile everytime he see our faces<br>Cases catch more than outfield-ers<br>Half these rappin cats, ain`t seen war<br>Couldn`t score if they had point game, they lame<br>Speak my name, I make em dash like Dame<br><br>Chorus: Angela Winbush<br><br>I love the dough, more than you know<br>Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey<br>(repeat to fade)