[Intro: Qubik & Method Man]
Uh. Rest in peace, to O.D.B
Word up the whole Wu
That’s some old school shit
Gotta see it through. Uh
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
Get the money! Dolla dolla bill, y’all!
Yeah! Check it!
[Verse 1: Qubik]
I grew up in East Taunton, I'm fuckin exhausted
Of people lookin at me like some sort of imposter
I carry around the stress of a doctor performing on the president
If I was taken to court, there would be no solid evidence
But my only defense is my word
I would have to plead guilty on the offense of being absurd
I cannot repeal these assertions, my only escape are the artists I worship
Which proves the point of my plaintiff. My head is vacant
But my heart is what carries on my will to live. Once again proving these crimes;
I did commit. The only way I'm executed is if I submit
Even if I throw a fit in front of the jury, it won't do shit
But I'll further plummet into misery. The fuck is this trickery?
The guy who’s jokin cannot take it, and when I do get a clutch
I guess I'm friends with Satan. Motherfuck me
Tear my heart out, and focus on my laces. Cause that’s the basis of my persona
Skinny mothafucka that’s livin off of a soda
Everything that he claims, is a horse load of shit
You get the jist? My existence is a cease and desist
I was told as a child to do what astounds me
But now it’s denied, since I’ve come to learn that-
[Chorus: Method Man]
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
Get the money! Dolla dolla bill, y’all!
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
Get the money! Dolla dolla bill, y’all!
[Verse 2: Qubik]
It’s been 14 long hard years, still perseverin
I was so fucked up, but my head is finally clearin up
Even though it was inside of me the whole time
I could not find these lines, like a blank caller ID
I spent way too long hiding, waiting for others to find me
An intervention is always in order, to deal with my anxiety disorder
I'm writing this to save all of y’all, like a hoarder
I'm tryna be real with y’all, like a brick and mortar store
That’s having an ‘everything must go’ sale. I hope you prevail
Just know if you feelin like shit, that does not mean you failed
Even if you’re gettin nowhere, like a boat without a sail
You have no fuckin clue, what your future entails
I woulda never guessed that Q’d be takin flight, reminiscent of a quail
I'm still told to quit. Why? Cause I’ll never be rich. I'll never be this, and I’ll never be that
I’ll never get bitches, get famous, or get a rack
I'm under attack for being the embodiment of positivity
They so fuckin negative, that I'm so fuckin foreign, so they wanna get rid of me
“What the fuck is your plan B?” Bitch I’d rather be dead, if I ain’t an MC
I'm sacrificing blood, sweat, and tears, facin my fears
But you still don’t ride with me like Revere
It doesn’t matter if you on the road to success, if you do not know how to steer
Y’all can fuck with me and hop on the train
We can realise that it’s fine to go against the grain
Or you can try to get in the way, but I could give a fuck if you allow me
I focus on myself, cause I'm well aware that-
[Chorus: Qubik & Method Man]
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
Get the money! Dolla dolla bill, y’all!
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
Get the money! Dolla dolla bill, y’all!
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
Get the money! Dolla dolla bill, y’all!
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
Get the money! Dolla dolla bill, y’all!
Yeah. Fuck!
The Wu is comin through
That Mr. Meth, Inspectah Deck
RZA, GZA, Ghostface Killah
Masta Killah, U-God, and Raekwon
And Cappadonna
R.I.P. O.D.B
Yeah I'm out, C.R.E.A.M
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
Get the money! Dolla dolla bill, y’all!
