Shyheim - One's 4 da Money lyrics

(aka, aka, the rugged child)
Microphone check, one-two, one-two, yo
Microphone check, one-two, one-two, yo
Microphone check, one-two, one-two, yo
Microphone check, one-two

Chorus one's for the money
Two's for the show three's for ya hooker
But we all say, HOE!
My slang and my gang bows up the concrete
Like Eric B and Rakim
Don't sweat the technique so you got beef
Run on sonny go get ya posse
Cause, I've got a mosse
When you wear haratchies
Then you hear me kicking as I own you
It's mad ruggie the jump on my tip
But I thought nuffin' of it
Cause, I let the microphone
Spark right after dark
And be dropping mad skillz like
My name was Pad Mark the rebel to society
Everyone's trying me
Looking at me strange leave dim
Raid it'll amaze me
Had I did something wrong go and my dumb
Brothers keep stressing, no shorties the one
To make it real snappy
And little nasty nasty
Things get pawsie pawsie and of to be hax me
It'll little gone and still can hold you on
On
Microphone so keep licking on that wish bone
You had you're chans but you feld out on tune
So you're hanging out with deuce
Now you say that rock rues
You make me laugh as you're mom's get smoke
You get ain't like a taffy
And red like the chokes
Flow with the flow from
The Wu tang free-style
You catch yo bow-bow, and
They're two's this wild, child
From the Staten the Island, the temple
Just an exemple how pop goes the pistol
Chorus one's for the money
Two's for the show three's for ya hooker
But we all say, HOE!

Here comes the shortie with
The tec twenty two
But, If you tell Im gonna blast you
From the projects worst ghetto section
So my back but gun from protection
Shortie do-wa, more Juice than 2Pac
Come and do with the Wu tang Hip-Hop
Shortie wa-wa, shorts sniki sha-sha
Go-go, ga-ga, now you want me popa
Im not a mac daddy or a daddy mac
Touch my napsack, boy you gettin' pitch smack
I've got a style may not be formilliar
It's like both way you're callin'
Round in a cosha
Who will be the next to flex and face death
Ashes to ashes, and only dust is left

Chorus one's for the money
Two's for the show three's for ya hooker
But we all say, HOE!