Artist: Wu-Tang Clan f/ La the Darkman
Album:  Wu-Tang Forever
Song:   Cash Still Rules/Scary Hours (Still Don't Nothing Move But the Money)
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[Raekwon]
Shake them niggaz
Scary hours, no money out, smash the Guinness Stout
Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields
She's a rich fiend, sacrificed her fam, shift them niggaz to Queens 
Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans
Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known Ton'
A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition
Whattup, Corleone smoke the bone, Ton' phone me
Whattup he tried to sling there, address him with chrome only
Grady with the gray beard, transporting for him
Rocking Nike Air, Rastafarian bird, piping ass
Switching Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses
Fronting like he's sitting on a lump, he's sitting on junk
You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies
You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabees
Names arraigned, the Century Fox, little glocks
Them niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks
Rich lifestyle, spoiled like an ordinary white child
But right now, son is still shine, shed light now
Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it 
Grab the nickel plate Spencer for hire 
Tension when we mention Dryer
He's a slave cop, behave pop
Blue suits who bay stop us 
Blow that cat at the Purple Haze spot

[Method Man]
I remember sticking fiends at the one-six-ooh
When we was starving, ducking Five-O, paying them dues
Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in
We warrin and case dodging, ripping and robbing
Got the NARC's sabotaging, slipping cracks in
Your camouflaging, now you snitching on the squadron
That's something niggaz can't pardon
City overrun by young gun with bad intention and Wu-Wear garment
So I see no need to mention the potency
Of a sting from a Killa Bee, kicking the battery
Out the back of them wisecracks
Extorted for your get high you hijack
These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine
This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime
Keep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblem
Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's coming from

[Chorus: Method Man (w/ La the Darkman)]
Catch us swimming with these sharks now, you rap villains
(We feel the same way you feeling, let it be known)
What the blood clot you niggaz dealing, you crash dummies
Cash rules, still don't nuttin' move but the money

[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair
Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square
Took his Pumas, nameplate, duke lost weight
Summer eighty-eight, started a fight that can't wait
Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marcey
Blazing that Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis
He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses
Had him on the porch, ass no trousers
This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff
Same kid crying on the stand when judge cuffed him up
Kissed him with art, numbers three to nine style
Before he left he flashing his face like Denzel
Richard Dale took his beaver, underwall ball in his whip
Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater
His safe butt was all fucked up, Hez he had me laughing
God you seen how he was laid out, in the grass
With dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out
Blood leaking from his teeth, he smiled like he gummed out
Big bolo, stacking his shit, financed a Volvo
He copped his shit from a small coffeeshop in SoHo
He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East
Posing like he rapping ...