Hook:
[Shatasha] For the love of money
[Bizzy] Gotta make that money, man
[Krayzie] That money, mayne, it's still the same now
[Bizzy] Gotta make that money, man
[Krayzie] That money, mayne, it's still the same now

(Verse 1)
[Flesh-N-Bone]
Gotta get on the grind
Pop in the clip of my nine
And bitch if you slip
You hit the chalk and fall in the night time
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses
Hop on the phone
Callin' my nigga sittin' at home
Polishin' the MAC-10 chrome
"Gotta a lick we can hit, so bring yo shit
Cause once again, it's on"
To the dome with a fifth of Bourb'
My wig to the curb so we swerve
And rolled out to pick up the triple six thug
And follow the murder for robbin' the dopehouse
Smoke jump outta me bong
So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge
I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay
Pullin' in the driveway, Wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up
Bulldozed through the living room
Hopped out of the car and started to blow up
Buck, Buck, and a kaboom
Me blew all them bodies all over the room
Them doomed
And gotta move fast, why?
The po-po's comin'
Snatch up me yummy
So niggas don't think it's funny
I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat
Cause Flesh be lovin' this money

[Layzie Bone]
I'm givin' up love
To the hustlers, all them St. Clair dusters
Makin' that money stayin' on your feet
And you better believe, gotta have that cheese for the green leaves, never catch me sleep
Steady on the grind, get mine, stand down from a crime, and I hit up the nine-nine
Givin' up that yayo, makin' me sale, twenties, nickels and dimes
Hit up and stick up a lick up, that 211
Gotta get what's mine, then bailin'
Me kickin' up dust, I'm a trailin', feelin' 187
That's how it is, and I gots to have it in the nine quad
Mission to check a mil and still be real, thuggin' on the Glock, Glock
Creeping on a come up
Won't sleep til I'm done up
Gotta blaze me blunt up
Hunt up another plot and scheme, gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up
What up
Gotta get that buisness on, even though the buddah run me
Stunned, me feelin' lovely, but I'm just in it for the love of the money

Repeat Hook

[Verse 2: Eazy-E]
Standin' on the corner, straight slangin' rocks
Aw, man, here comes the crooked ass cops
So I dash, I ducks
And I hides behind a tree
Makin' sure the popos don't see me
Now my fat sack of rocks, hell yeah, I stuffed 'em
Police on my drawers, I had to pause
And yeah
I still don't trust 'em
Now my game is tight
Tight as hell is my game
Eazy-E, CPT, or Eric Wright, it's all the same
Now those might trip, on how I stacks my grip
I got to have it, yeah

Repeat Hook Twice

(Verse 3)
[Bizzy Bone]
Been down in the thugster, thuggish ways
Down for my crime, everytime, follow me down
The nine-nine, and you will find, all of me kind
Check out the Ripsta
Now, drop down, run 'em up outta me hood
Rip's, straight when I makin' me grip
With a me clique
Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be
Me, put 'em in mud, buck 'em, me pump up, for the love of money
With nothin' to lose, rollin' with trues, rollin' with Thug
It's goin' down
Steady pump and peel rounds, runnin' a with a me gang
Bang, gotta make that money, mayne, it's still the same, steady runnin' thangs wild
Then follow me now
While I take you up into the dark side of me run
See
For the dub, you're done, for the bud, I run, for the love of my money

[Krayzie Bone]
Gotta be down for my thang
Up in this thug game, so peep as me creep and me crawlin' off
On a mission to back in the days, Krayzie was bailin' with thugs that wanna get payed
Runnin' to me side, little thugster Ripsta, both on the mission for money
You give up the cash, now drop it, don't fast, cause me and my partner was hungry
And if you was stallin', you might get to go to the temple in dumb
Bone raw doggin'
Just make this lick as simple and run
To hell, we send ya
Me fill 'em with bang, then dump 'em in rivers
Remember, me peel ya now
From under, me dig ya
So deep in the ditch and get richer, cause trick you was steppin', I'll get ya
And rip up, so bucked up now
Steady robbin' and stealin', makin' a killin', get a thug deal and needed a million
Makin' me money where the thugs be chillin'
For the money these fools be set in Cleveland
Where you find me thuggin' off in the braids and skullies
And when I stick 'em, lick 'em, remember I get 'em for the love of money

[Satasha Williams]
Love of money