Sticky Fingaz – Money Talks (ft. Raekwon) (Audio, Lyrics)

Sticky Fingaz is back with “Money Talks” featuring Raekwon. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Rockwilder.

Sticky Fingaz Money Talks

While some hip-hop classics are widely recognized as part of the canon, others tend to spark further debate. For every Illmatic, there’s a Black Trash: The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones. The latter, which marks the official debut studio album of Sticky Fingaz, seldom gets the praise it’s deserved. Despite boasting a stacked cast of supporting lyricists, including Eminem, Raekwon, Redman, and Canibus, Sticky Fingaz’s brilliant album tends to fly under the radar for the most part. A shame, as it’s one of the most compelling and musically diverse concept albums of the early millennium.

With plenty of gems to select (unfortunately, my first choice of “Come On” was not available on YouTube), there’s something to be said of the Raekwon-assisted “Money Talks.” Over an eerie instrumental from Rockwilder, Sticky steps into the role of money itself, proudly owning up to being the root of all evil. “I’ve been through customs, borders, I’ve been handled by authorities,” he raps. “Drove people crazy when they couldn’t see more of me / I’ve been saved, I’ve been buried alive, say my name enough and any n***a testify.”

Sticky Fingaz – Money Talks (ft. Raekwon) (prod. Rockwilder)

Lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon]
Twas the night before twistmas
And all through the house
We had guns and money around
Layin’ on the couch
Was dressed with black jewelry this time
Mm-hm, c’mon

[Verse 1: Sticky Fingaz]
Everybody want me, I created thieves
Why I’m almost as important as the air you breathe
I been through hard times, when it wasn’t enough for me
Stick with me, kid, have you livin’ in luxury
I’m the reason niggas sellin’ drugs to fiends
I’m the reason Mr. Simpson got off clean
I’m the reason some parents gotta bury they kids
And I’m the reason why your cousin on the run from feds
I’ve been through customs, borders
I’ve been handled by authorities
Drove people crazy when they couldn’t see more of me
I’ve been saved, I’ve been buried alive
Say my name enough and any nigga testify
Who you think made that whore sell her ass that time
All by myself, I created black on black crime
I’m America’s most, I’m tadded up with Ghost
Even my hand got big, from net to gross
I’m emotionless, yet I breed jealousy and envy
People kill for me or die to defend me
But in the end am I really worth it, son
Rich people make me work for them
And poor people work for me
Who am I? Nigga I’m money
Who am I? Nigga I’m money

[Chorus: Raekwon]
See the gun wound, went down for you
Who ran up in the house, duke
Caught one from here and for who?
When niggas was ready to murder me
You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch
Lookin’ ill, and it’s irkin’ me
(For who?) I got stabbed for you
Yo, shot up the ave for you
Just stopped blowin’ the cabs for you
(For who?) Chill, some niggas called crabs for you
Holdin’ them garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin them hags for you

[Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz]
I’m the root to evil, I don’t grow on trees
I’m called by different names, chips, scrilla, cream
And I’m always green whether dirty or clean (Wooooeeee!)
Gettin’ ya hands on me is the American Dream
I’m more powerful than God, amazingly
Cause when you pray to God nigga, you pray for me
I’m an exchange hand to hand, with heavy weapontry
This one couple fucked on me, and slept on me
Up in the dice games niggas stepped on me
Bet on me, couldn’t pay, bled on me
I enslaved populations, and controlled masses
I come in all forms, coins, paper, plastic
Even credit, I.O.U
You work for me nigga, I own you
If you are smart, you make me work for you
All ya life you try and get me and it’s hurtin’ you

[Chorus: Raekwon]
See the gun wound, went down for you
Who ran up in the house, duke
Caught one from here and for who?
When niggas was ready to murder me
You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch
Lookin’ ill, and it’s irkin’ me
(For who?) I got stabbed for you
Yo, shot up the ave for you
Just stopped blowin’ the cabs for you
(For who?) Chill, some niggas called crabs for you
Holdin’ them garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin them hags for you

[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz]
If you had a million of me, what would you do with me yo?
Would you blow me in a month and have nothin’ to show
Or would you invest in me and watch me grow
Take me to the streets and flip me from, do’ to sto’ to do’
I underseen things I wish I hadn’t seen
I came between loved ones and families
A nigga kill his old man to get his hands on me
Got secret ensciptions, examine me
Wanna find me, the bank machine is where I be
And showed ’em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C
I’m more notorious than the B.I.G
I’m so money, who don’t wanna be like me

[Chorus: Raekwon]
See the gun wound, went down for you
Who ran up in the house, duke
Caught one from here and for who?
When niggas was ready to murder me
You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch
Lookin’ ill, and it’s irkin’ me
(For who?) I got stabbed for you
Yo, shot up the ave for you
Just stopped blowin’ the cabs for you
(For who?) Chill, some niggas called crabs for you
Holdin’ them garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin them hags for you
See the gun wound, went down for you
Who ran up in the house, duke
Caught one from here and for who?
When niggas was ready to murder me
You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch
Lookin’ ill, and it’s irkin’ me
(For who?) I got stabbed for you
Yo, shot up the ave for you
Just stopped blowin’ the cabs for you
(For who?) Chill, some niggas called crabs for you
Holdin’ them garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin them hags for you

[Interlude]
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