Aint with Being Broke

Better to have money and not to need it

Than to need it and not to have it

Money, more money (I ain't with being broke!)

Got to get my hands on some

Lemonheads don't croak

I ain't with being broke

I'm tired of my momma bustin' her ass for other folks

Gettin' nowhere fast

While the ho on the corner makin mo' money sellin' ass

I ain't with this outfit

I gotta make some moves to buy G Jones some nice shit

Before she kill herself workin' on a job all week

That don't even make the fuckin' ends meet

I walk down Main Street

Growls in my tummy 'cause I ain't had nothin' to eat

So how the fuck am I gon' think?

When I'm in a funky sweatsuit and Syl bitchin' to me

Her ass is tooken out puttin' non-stop

Make the swap and go shop

I said that to say this and every note

I ain't with being broke!

Money, more money (I ain't with being broke!)

Got to get my hands on some

Money, more money

Got to get my hands on some

I was born in a cheap ass hospital

Brought to Fifth Ward, stuffed right in the middle

Of a rock and a hard spot

Before my dad got that ass I was already counted out

What a motherfuckin' pity

Momma couldn't afford milk so we had to suck her titty

In the kitchen every night I would see

Rats and roaches eatin' better than me

There was no Thanksgivin'

They say I'm a fool for thankin' God for livin'

But being broke ain't no motherfuckin' joke

Well out in '91 shit just ain't happenin' bro

I never had a goddamn thing

Christmas came and went, without a choo-choo train

In the ghettos gifts get stole or bought

Ain't no motherfuckin' Santa Claus!

Money, more money (I ain't with being broke!)

I've got to get my hands on some (Sweet monay)

Money, more money (I ain't with being broke!)

I've got to get my hands on some

Let the gunshots rang out, blow my goddamn brains out

If you've been there, you know what I'm talkin about

Gettin over tops my agenda

The easy way out, is to jump out of a window

But that's a dopefiend move gone left

I'll kill you, but not myself

I tried to do the right things major

But that didn't put no food on the table

Went back to school to get my G.E.D

But who's gonna hire a motherfucker like me?

McDonald's don't fit

They work you like a dog plus they talk too much shit

Without them dollar signs

It's like livin' and dyin' at the same time

And you wonder why a motherfucker sell dope?

He ain't with being broke!

Money, more money (I ain't with being broke!)

I've got to get my hands on some (Yeah)

Money, more money (I ain't with being broke!)

I've got to get my hands on some

(Sweet, sweet)

Money (Yeah, yeah), Money (Yeah, yeah), Money (Yeah)

Talkin 'bout that mean green

Talkin 'bout that money

Money, oh money

We've got to get our hands on some

We need it, talkin' 'bout money

That sweet sweet money

We've got to get our hands on some