Lyrics:

Verse One: In the ghetto You think life is hard Food stamps and to' up cars Wall to wall dirty on carpet Sit in a buckethopin you can start it And ride around to the liquor store Can't get a job get drunk some more You betta stop trippin on dem stereotypes Cause in the ghetto there's a good life We ain't starvin like Marvin and won't see no roach When ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood Ya sittin on leather watchin big screens Bought by the dope fiends Smokin, and what about the brother wit the good jobs Save money and workin hard Bought a house for his wife and kids Ya only got one life to live I know a brother dat got some cocaine Ya know his face but don't know his name Ya know he got the sack man And he's sittin on a phat bank Sellin cars at his house in the driveway Being so clean don't roll it just fly away Cause folks got money in the ghetto Yea you know Chorus: Hey hey hey What cha got to say (It's money in the ghetto) Hollywoooooood Havin money in the ghettooo Verse Two: Money in the ghetto ain't nothin new It's been like dat way before you Was even born get up from the down stroke Chocolate City for the black folks Say it loud in ya hot pants Man child in the promise land I take ya back to iceberg's land And all the playas that came before him If you a everyday hustler, get cha money Cause what they do to black man ain't funny All the time tryin to put us the pen You get parole and then they send ya again All the homies in the hood gettin paid You might have left but the money stayed In the ghetto it ain't all bout drugs Gettin