The Curse Of Money Lyrics by Ice Cube

The Curse Of Money Lyrics

    ft. Mack 10

    [Intro - Sleep]
    Hey wassup Cube?
    Man I'm glad I caught you at your momma' house homey
    Wassup man? You still got your pager right or you lost it?
    (It's the curse, the curse....the curse, the curse)
    Y'know my code right? I been pagin you for about a week man
    (The curse, the curse) I heard about the deal ya got
    Greed, Khop (The curse, the curse)
    Check this out, you owe a nigga somethin man

    [Ice Cube]
    Do the math baby, do the math (Ch-ching)
    Do the math baby, do the math (Ch-ching)
    Do the math baby (The curse, the curse)
    Do the math baby (The curse, the curse)

    It's the curse of money, once you get it, fool you got it
    Buy a new pair of drawers and motherfuckers spot it
    Niggas plotted, to have me knotted up in basements
    till these cocksuckers see what they're faced with
    Their fantasies of a life stress-free
    Full of orgies, in the Florida Keys
    But this bullshit is so thick, it's like mountains
    Sick of threatenin all my lawyers and accountants
    The decibals, gold diggers goin for the testicles
    Soon they realise, I don't invest in hoes
    Sometimes it's like hell on earth
    When everybody tryin to get your ass for all your worth
    It's the curse

    (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
    (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
    (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
    (The curse, the curse) Do the math

    When you hot, they think you got more than you got
    When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop
    I just laugh, the curse everybody wanna have
    Before you sell your soul better do the math

    I start to scream shit like "May day, may day"
    Cos motherfuckers think it's all grav-ay wit my pay day
    And like I said, it's the curse of money
    They start laughin at your jokes when they ain't that funny (Ha ha ha)
    See this ass kissin yes man
    Shakin hands with the left hand, get my weap-an, get to stepp-an
    Fuck every phony ass nigga round me
    Stick a shaft up your ass like Richie Roundtree (Yea yea!)
    Got to have some gas money if you goin
    If not who you fuckin? Who you flowin? Who you owin?
    In '98 don't shit come free
    Not even hard rhymes that's describin these hard times

    (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby, do it
    (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby, aha
    (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
    (The curse, the curse) Do the math, ooh wee

    When you hot, they think you got more than you got
    When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop
    I just laugh (haha), the curse everybody wanna have
    Before you sell your soul better do the math

    [Mack 10]
    To relax I smoke a stick, the shit make me sick
    Gotta gang of new homies, and relatives on my dick
    No time for drama, busters get sprayed
    Bitches wanna get layed, and everybody need their bills paid (Everybody)
    Motherfuckers, sweat me like a spy
    They wanna kick it cos I, got the curse of mulah
    Make me wanna start scrappin and look at me to make it happen
    What the fuck was they doin before Mack 10 was rappin ?!? Tell me
    (What the fuck?) how can I remain a man of seven figures
    when I'm rushed by gold diggers everytime I get bigger? (Ch-ching)
    Like David Banner, when I tweak I turn green
    And everytime I'm seen it's like people start to fiend
    It's the curse

    [Ice Cube]
    (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (aha)
    (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (1 million, 2 million)
    (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (3 million)
    (The curse, the curse) Do the math

    When you hot, they think you got more than you got
    Yeah they do
    When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop (Motherfuckers)
    I just laugh, the curse everybody wanna have
    Before you sell your soul better do the math (Better do it)

    (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
    Get the fuck outta here
    (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
    With dollar signs in your eyes
    (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (Ha ha, sheeit)
    (The curse, the curse) Do the math

    [Outro - Ice Cube]
    Leave your ass broke
    Rabbit ears, nigga for pockets, haha he
    I'm cursed! Hahaha, but I love it

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