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, shit
  You seen the Jesus, dipped to H classes
  Ice project off lights, chick flashes
  Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches
  Rock top fashions
  Ain't shit changed, except the number after the dot
  on the Range, way niggaz 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
  Bitches 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
  Niggaz 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 bastards 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
  Niggaz is actors, niggaz 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)