Artist: Wu-Tang
Clan
Song: C.R.E.A.M.
Album: Enter the
Wu-Tang [36 Chambers]. 1993
Corrections by:
Joe Berhan. Note: These corrections are focused on capturing the M.C.'s true
intentions. Although there are numerous errors in the lyrics entered in the
Hip Hop Archives, Joe has focused only on significant errors in word choice,
etc. 3/22/01
What that nigga
want God?
(Cash Rules) Word
up, two for fives over here baby.
Word up, two for
fives. Them niggaz got garbage down the way. Word up.
KnowwhatI'msayin?
Cash Rules Everything
Around Me.
We here we go
(dolla dolla bill
y'all) Check this shit, yo!
Verse one: Raekwon
the Chef
I grew up on the
crime side, the New York Times side.
Staying alive
was no jive.
I had 2nd hands;
moms bounced on old man .
So then we moved
to Shaolin land.
A young youth,
yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose.
Only way, I begin
to gee off was drug loot.
And let's start
it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one,
pullin out gats for fun.
But it was just
a dream for the team, who was a fiend.
Started smokin
booms at sixteen
And running up
in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way
on fire escapes.
No question I
would speed, for cracks and weed.
The combination
made my eyes bleed.
No question I
would flow off, and try to get the dough off,
Sticking up white
boys in ball courts.
My life got no
better, same damn 'lo sweater.
Times is ruff
and tuff like leather.
Figured out I
went the wrong route,
So I got with
a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin keys from
across seas,
Rollin in MPV's,
every week we made forty G's.
Yo nigga respect
mine, or here go the Tech-9.
Ch-chick-POW!
Move from the gate now.
Chorus: Method
Man
Cash, Rules, Everything,
Around, Me.
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money.
Dollar, dollar
bill y'all.
Verse Two: Inspector
Deck
It's been twenty-two
long hard years and still strugglin.
Survival got me
buggin, but I'm alive on arrival.
I peep at the
shape of the streets
And stay awake
to the ways of the world, this shit is deep.
A man with the
dream, with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Once failed, I
went to jail at the age of 15.
A young buck sellin
drugs and such who never had much.
Trying to get
a clutch at what I could not... could not...
The court played
me short, now I face incarceration.
Pacin -- going
up state's my destination.
Handcuffed in
back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty
shouldn't be so ruff.
But as the world
turned I learned life is hell
Living in the
world no different from a cell.
Everyday I escape
from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
Smokin bones in
the staircase.
Though I don't
know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's
the time when I'm not depressed.
But I'm still
depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give
up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained
working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome
the heartaches and pain.
We got stickup
kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks.
They spray shots,
all in the block, it stays hot.
Leave it up to
me while I be living proof
To kick the truth
to the young black youth
While shorty's
running wild, smokin sess, drinkin beer
And ain't trying
to hear what I'm kickin in his ear.
Neglected, for
now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That
life is hectic.
Outro:
Chorus -- 4X
Niggas gots to
do what they gotta do, to get a bill.
YaknowhatI'msayin?
Cuz we can't just
get by no more.
Word up, we gotta
get over, straight up and down.
Chorus -- 3X
Cash Rules Everything
Around Me.
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money.
Dolla dolla bill
y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll. YEAH