(feat. Jay-Z, Angela Winbush)

[Verse One: 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, sugar nase and did he ask?
And parotta be, somethin you cats got to see
And the watches be all types and shapes of stones

Bein broke is childish and I'm quite grown
Run up in the club with the ice on, me and Python
Scope the spot out, see somethin nice and I'm gone

You cats is home, screamin the fight's on
I'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin Ty-son
Same night, same fight

But one of us cats ain't playin 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 pay for hors d'ourves

And rack up frequent flier mileage

[Chorus: 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 Two: Notorious B.I.G.]


I'm poppin Magnums while Jigga bag somethin
Watch is platinum, got jet lag from

flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes
Make the best CD's and the best tapes
Don't forget the vinyl, take girls break spinals

Biggie be Richie like Lionel, %#@!
You seen the Jesus, dipped to H classes,
Ice project off lights, chick flashes

Blind your broke $$#es, even got rocks in big mustaches
Rock top fashions
Ain't %#@! changed, except the number after the dot

on the Range, way ^!$$%z look at me now, kinda strange
I hate y'all too
Rather be in Carribean sand to rake through

It's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal
(*##$es used to go, "Ewww!"
Still tote steel, tryin to see five mil

off the sin-gle, for real
You ain't fazin the amazin
While your gun's raisin, mine is blazin

See you on see me all talkin to sweetness
Take it for weakness and leave quick
Blocker, rocker, fellow, Bad Boy collabo

Two MC's with mad dough, jewelry on!

[Chorus: Angela Winbush]


I love the dough, more than you know
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey

[repeat 2X]

[Verse Three: Jay-Z, Notorious B.I.G.]


Miracu-lous, pockets stay full
^!$$%z skip the bull cause we matadors

Snatch the P-89's that we pack in the drawers
And we, clappin doors in your Acuras
Snap like, cameras or amateurs

Make you all dance, hold a hammer to yours
Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks in floors
Erybody 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 ?dapped and 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 !@$(s y'all
Uhh, uhh

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
Ridin decidin cracked crab or lobster

Who say mobsters don't prosper
^!$$%z is actors, ^!$$%z deserve Oscars
Me I'm, critically acclaimed, slug past your brain
Reminesce on dames who, coochie used to stink
When we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci links

Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places
Tito smile everytime he see our faces
Cases catch more than outfield-ers
Half these rappin cats, ain't seen war
Couldn't score if they had point game, they lame

Speak my name, I make em dash like Dame

[Chorus: Angela Winbush]

I love the dough, more than you know
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey

[repeat to fade]