Lyrics:

*Dice game intro***lf**Jay z:**lf**Uh, uh**lf**Uh, uh, uh, uh**lf**Hah, how real is this?**lf**Uh, uh, how real is this?**lf**What? uh, what?**lf**Uh**lf****lf**Verse one jay z:**lf**We push the hottest v''s, peel fast**lf**Through the city, play monopoly with real cash**lf**Me and biggie and the models be shaking they sadiddy ass**lf**And prada be, somethin'' you cats got to see**lf**And the watches be all types and shapes of stones**lf**Bein broke is childish and I''m quite grown**lf**Run up in the club with the ice on, me and paisan**lf**Scope the spot out, see somethin'' nice and I''m gone**lf**You cats is home, screamin the fights on**lf**I''m in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin ty-son**lf**Same night, same fight**lf**But one of us cats ain''t playin'' right, I let you tell it**lf**People place yourselves in the shoes of two felons**lf**And tell me you won''t ball every chance you get**lf**At any chance you hit, we live for the moment**lf**Makes sense don''t it? now make dollars**lf**Cats pop bottles bone chicks that favor Idalis**lf**And rack up frequent flight mileage**lf****lf**Chorus: angela winbush**lf**Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey**lf**I love the dough, more than you know**lf**Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey**lf****lf**Verse two: notorious b.i.g.**lf**I''m poppin'' magnums while jigga bag somethin''**lf**Watch is platinum, got jet lag from**lf**Flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes**lf**Make the best c.d.''s and the best tapes**lf**Don''t forget the vinyl, take girls break spinals**lf**Biggie be richie like lionel, shit**lf**You seen the Jesus, dipped to h classes**lf**Ice project off lights, chick flashes**lf**Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches**lf**Rock top fashions**lf**Ain''t shit changed, except the number after the dot**lf**On the range, way niggaz look at me now, kinda strange**lf**I hate y''all too**lf**Rather be in Caribbean sounds with rachel**lf**It''s unreal, out the blue frank white got sex appeal**lf**Bitches used to go, ''ewww!''**lf**Still tote steel, tryin'' to see five mil**lf**Off the sin-gle, for real**lf**You ain''t fazin the amazin**lf**While your guns raisin, mine is blazin''**lf**See you on see me all talkin'' to sweetness**lf**Take it for weakness and leave quick**lf**Blocka, roc-a-fella, bad boy collabo**lf**Two MC''s with mad dough, junior uh (junior mafia)**lf****lf**Chorus: angela winbush**lf**I love the dough, more than you know''**lf**Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey**lf****lf**Verse three: jay z and notorious b.i.g.**lf**Miracu-lous, pockets stay full**lf**Niggas skip the bull ''cause we matadors**lf**Snatch the p-89''s that we pack in the drawers**lf**And we, clap doors in your acuras**lf**Snap like, cameras on amateurs**lf**Make you all dance, hold the hammer to yours**lf**Jig and big rock ice, no cracks or flaws**lf**Everybody got a part to play, back to yours**lf**Run up in your crib now, crack your doors**lf**Watch the real players live, it''s a habit to floss**lf**Play the charts like the beatles, y''all adapt you lost**lf**And toast cristal on behalf y''all**lf**Too bad for y''all, ain''t too many as bad as yours**lf**Truly, do we, we laugh at y''all**lf**Little bastards y''all**lf****lf**Uh, uh**lf**We hit makers with acres**lf**Roll shakers in vegas, you can''t break us**lf**Lost chips on lakers, gassed off shaq**lf**Country house, tennis courts and horseback**lf**Ridin'' decidin crack crab or lobster?**lf**Who say mobsters don''t prosper**lf**Niggaz is actors, niggaz deserve oscars**lf**Me I''m, critically acclaimed, slug past your brain**lf**Reminisce on dames who, coochie used to stink**lf**When we rocked house pieces and puffy gucci links**lf**Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places**lf**Tito smile every time he see our faces**lf**Cases catch more than outfield-ers**lf**Half these rappin'' cats, ain''t seen war**lf**Couldn''t score if they had point game, they lame**lf**Speak my name, I make ''em dash like dame**lf****lf**Chorus: angela winbush**lf**I love the dough, more than you know**lf**Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey**lf**(Repeat to fade)