เนื้อเพลง Money By Any Means - 50 Cent

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
It ain't easy to make money (Whoo)
So now everybody wanna take money (Uh huh, uh huh)
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money (Take money, uh)
F*ck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
You can call me player yeah, but I ain't playing fair (Uh huh)
Takers say I'm the hottest thang comin' this year (No doubt, ha ha ha)
In the hood n*ggas know, how I handle my problems
I walk up close, and I fo', fo' revolve 'em
Don't make me run to you, put the gun to you
Have yo ass on Phil Donahue explaining what the f*ck I done to you
Thug n*ggas in the street saying I'm sunning you
Dude I'll smoke you every motherf*cker under you
People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do
For now on, when I speak, y'all n*ggas better listen
Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition
Still got sh*t on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing (hahaha)

[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent w/ Noreaga in background]
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
F*ck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
F*ck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game

[Verse 2 - Noreaga]
Yo where my down South n*ggas at, I'm playing piddy-pat
Wit this kitty cat, b*tch swear she a city rat
It's Nore now, here look read the story now
My name Nore, and n*ggas know how I rip
And if I don't feel a n*gga, I don't get on his sh*t
Y'all can love me, or hate me, or s*ck my d*ck
I like my hoes just like Summer, no class
And n*ggas working so hard, and getting no ass
Why y'all n*ggas acting like, it's all ill in y'all square
Motherf*cker you ain't know that it's a hood everywhere
Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal
Weak n*ggas, have us lighting up candles
Sending out roses, condolences, notices
Focuses on, n*ggas like Fu Quan
Yo in they ground, n*ggas that don't get no bound
Y'all keep my word, don't love no bird
Get a beef from TM, and just twist my herb

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
F*ck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
F*ck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game

[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
Yo it's all about the cash you getting
Bricks you flipping, the whips you sitting
The b*tches you hitting, when you living the thug life
B*tches I don't love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em
Punk n*ggas I'm sunning 'em, every chance I get
Man I know n*ggas is a trip, so I save all my grip
For these babies faggots flippin', dial 1-800-TIPS
Force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and take trips
Every word that come out of my mouth, I mean it, you could eat
'Cause when I stick you, you gon' cough it up like you bulimic
I'm no magician, but I could make, somethin' outta nothin'
Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot that's pumping
So all you n*ggas out there, thinking you the nicest
Me 50, I'm ya motherf*cking mid-life crisis

[50 Cent talking]
Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
F*ck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
F*ck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game

[50 Cent talking]
Know what I'm saying