(feat. Noreaga)

[Chorus - 50 Cent]

It ain't easy to make money (Whoo)
So now everybody wanna take money (Uh huh, uh huh)
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money (Take money, uh)

$#&@ wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game


[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
You can call me player yeah, but I ain't playing fair (Uh huh)
Takers say I'm the hottest thang comin' this year (No doubt, ha ha ha)

In the hood ^!$$%s know, how I handle my problems
I walk up close, and I fo', fo' revolve 'em
Don't make me run to you, put the gun to you

Have yo $$# on Phil Donahue explaining what the $#&@ I done to you
Thug ^!$$%s in the street saying I'm sunning you
Dude I'll smoke you every mother$#&@er under you

People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do
For now on, when I speak, y'all ^!$$%s better listen
Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition

Still got %#@! on ya nose, from all that $$# you been kissing (hahaha)

[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent w/ Noreaga in background]

It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money

$#&@ wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
It ain't easy to make money

So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
$#&@ wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money

It ain't a game

[Verse 2 - Noreaga]

Yo where my down South ^!$$%s at, I'm playing piddy-pat
Wit this kitty cat, (*##$ swear she a city rat
It's Nore now, here look read the story now

My name Nore, and ^!$$%s know how I rip
And if I don't feel a ^!$$%, I don't get on his %#@!
Y'all can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick

I like my hoes just like Summer, no class
And ^!$$%s working so hard, and getting no $$#
Why y'all ^!$$%s acting like, it's all ill in y'all square

Mother$#&@er you ain't know that it's a hood everywhere
Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal
Weak ^!$$%s, have us lighting up candles

Sending out roses, condolences, notices
Focuses on, ^!$$%s like Fu Quan
Yo in they ground, ^!$$%s that don't get no bound

Y'all keep my word, don't love no bird
Get a beef from TM, and just twist my herb


[Chorus - 50 Cent]
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money

$#&@ wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
It ain't easy to make money

So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
$#&@ wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money

It ain't a game

[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]

Yo it's all about the cash you getting
Bricks you flipping, the whips you sitting
The (*##$es you hitting, when you living the thug life

(*##$es I don't love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em
Punk ^!$$%s I'm sunning 'em, every chance I get
Man I know ^!$$%s is a trip, so I save all my grip

For these babies !@$)gots flippin', dial 1-800-TIPS
Force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and take trips
Every word that come out of my mouth, I mean it, you could eat

'Cause when I stick you, you gon' cough it up like you bulimic
I'm no magician, but I could make, somethin' outta nothin'
Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot that's pumping
So all you ^!$$%s out there, thinking you the nicest
Me 50, I'm ya mother$#&@ing mid-life crisis


[50 Cent talking]
Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon

[Chorus - 50 Cent]

It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
$#&@ wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game

It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
$#&@ wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game


[50 Cent talking]
Know what I'm saying