Track masters brodie. They was on one during this time. The production and 50s hunger was the formula. Better chemistry than him and Dre in my opinion. We was driving up and down Jamaica Ave windows down bumping this out the deck!
Still wild to me that 50 doesn’t get credit for making a southern banger in a southern cadence better than most artists who are actually from the south lmao
Lyrics [Intro: 50 Cent] Money make a pimp, pimp hoes Hustlers sell dope, thugs gun smoke, what? Money make the world go round as the world turns Money make the world go round as the world turns [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Nigga I need money to maintain, hustlin' ain't a game Nigga go against the grain gon' get tore out the frame TVs in the Range, I'm into nice thangs I slang weed, cocaine and heroin 50 Cent, that's my name, nigga I bring the pain You thought shit stay the same, nigga shit gon' change Put a bullet in your brain, nigga at close range Run away with ya rollie, your rings and your motherfuckin chain Ain't nothing funny mang, I'm about my money mang Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I ain't playin Better understan what I'm sayin what I'm sayin, I ain't playin I'll be in front of your crib, layin, with the Mac to start sprayin Any nigga that's in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lame Crackers'll put ya in chains, box'll drive you insane Sun can't shine all the time, man it's gotta rain That ho loose as hell, you betta crack the whip, mang [Chorus: 50 Cent] A pimp ain't a pimp with no mothafuckin' hoes A hustler ain't a hustler with no mothafuckin' dough A thug ain't a thug if his gun don't smoke A playa ain't a playa if his ass dead broke [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I live life in the fast lane Man I ain't got nuttin to lose, everything to gain Either you with me or against me man ain't nuttin change Nigga, you.. go against the grain, I'll make you.. walk with a cane Now nigga now who you gon' blame when shit ain't the same Nigga nobody hears your name, you got down wit a gang 031 Blood, y'all niggas do your thang You got two felonies, fuck it, go out with a bang Y'all niggas wanna hang with niggas that filthy rich They ain't even got to talk to take your bitch One look was all it took, she seen the Benz-o She seen them TVs and them big old rims, holmes Ayo the bitch used to bring you dough, used to be your bottom ho Now your paper comin' slow, she feel like she had to go Roll with them rich niggas and ball with them ballers Politic with the willies the real shot callers [Verse 3: Bun B] I got one life to live, follow that light that keeps on guidin me Haters tryin me, hoes is a-bidein me, media ride me King of the Underground so the streets is steady hiding me Representin Short Texas, the yay' keep takin pride in me Streets Deciple slide-in me, status reports the badest You caught walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport I can't stay away like Too $hort, I gots to break a bastards back Tore em up, get lem ready to port, put 'em on the master track I blast the facts the life in the grill, gorilla pimpin If I have to mack ya wife then I will, it's me and 50 Cent My nigga, live in trife, and thats real, talkin shit on us Thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill, that's on the Trill I'm on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit true I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you Without you even knowing got you strippin and even hoeing You don't wanna let the pro in the door, this what we showin [Chorus: 50 Cent] A pimp ain't a pimp with no mothafuckin' hoes A hustler ain't a hustler with no mothafuckin' dough A thug ain't a thug if his gun don't smoke A playa ain't a playa if his ass dead broke [Bridge: 50 Cent] Is your bitch your bitch or is your bitch mines? Is your bitch your bitch all the time? You done got your paper, now it's time I get mines Except the serve and everything'll be fine, bitch [Outro: 50 Cent] Runnin from pimpin, bitch you need to run to some pimpin Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on ho You still ain't figured out what a ho supposed to look like Look at you motherfucka here, huh bitch? How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that ho? Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch!
Much of a generic flow here, but his lyrical content was serious. Street flow always better than rich flow. This is my favourite track. I remember listening to this back in early 2000s and this was the song I had on repeat for a while
His flow on this song is a far deviation from “generic.” I would actually say that it is very distinctive. Not too many rappers are attacking the beat like 50 did on this song. The only other person I’ve heard comparable is Max B, and he is considered a legend in NY.
