| Song | Crime Is Money |
| Artist | Real Live |
| Album | The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama |
| 作曲 : Hansford, K Def, Wright | |
| Crime is money and money is crime | |
| Gots to get my loot together, so a nigga can shine | |
| Crime is money and money is crime | |
| If I catch you slippin, son, yo, your cream is mine | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| The invincible, infinite, never-endin | |
| Too many pussy-ass niggaz on the market pretendin | |
| I'd like to let you know it's for real, not a rap | |
| Got the strap for the everyday gunclap | |
| The crown king, makin moves, doin my thing | |
| Iceberg Slick involved in a coke ring | |
| I'm workin with Columbians, Dominicans | |
| You want nitro smack, check the Nigerians | |
| I'm crushin 'em, there go that herb, now we rushin 'em | |
| Takin all he got, the nigga tried to plot | |
| On the slickest cat in town, why clown around | |
| Yo, I peeped your mugshot when the drama went down | |
| Tried to catch a nigga sleepin | |
| But little did you know my motherfuckin clique was creepin | |
| In a land of gamblin, hustlin | |
| Drug-traffickin, murderin, musclin | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I'ma tell you what's the word on the street | |
| Cats got fucked up attitudes plus thugs be holdin heat | |
| All the stress got me runnin for shelter | |
| I've seen dice games turn into helter skelter | |
| Grimey niggaz only 12 years old be drenched in gold | |
| So much ice them niggaz cold, just sold | |
| 20 bags to this undercover cat | |
| The motherfucker was informed by a rat | |
| Slash player hater | |
| A faggot that's vexed cos the lucci is much greater | |
| The way to survive, got to come alive | |
| In '95, duke, cos '96 is near | |
| Everybody's in fear | |
| Of either gettin shot or caught up in the middle | |
| Or contractin the package on the low, yo, she lookin little | |
| Used to be the meanest chicken on the block | |
| I couldn't tell if she was sick, but she was smokin that rock | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Now every nigga wanna see a mill | |
| And still hold the block down like Big Will | |
| But players from the other side of town | |
| Is takin niggaz for clowns | |
| Comin through bustin rounds | |
| You would think they was beefin for keys | |
| Not only a fraction, yo, I'm talkin grand action | |
| I lost my timin, for nickel-and-dimin | |
| It's all about chains and rings | |
| Bigger and better things | |
| You just beginnin son, you ain't poppin | |
| I wanna go down 5th Ave and do my shoppin | |
| Hit the Bally shop, cop a Rolex watch | |
| The Tommy Hilfiger and the Ralph Lauren spot | |
| Pick up my shorty, cop her a full [?] mink | |
| His and hers, luxury furs | |
| Now I'm shinin like a diamond on niggaz | |
| Bitches stare at my glare when I'm rhymin on niggaz |
| zuò qǔ : Hansford, K Def, Wright | |
| Crime is money and money is crime | |
| Gots to get my loot together, so a nigga can shine | |
| Crime is money and money is crime | |
| If I catch you slippin, son, yo, your cream is mine | |
| Verse 1 | |
| The invincible, infinite, neverendin | |
| Too many pussyass niggaz on the market pretendin | |
| I' d like to let you know it' s for real, not a rap | |
| Got the strap for the everyday gunclap | |
| The crown king, makin moves, doin my thing | |
| Iceberg Slick involved in a coke ring | |
| I' m workin with Columbians, Dominicans | |
| You want nitro smack, check the Nigerians | |
| I' m crushin ' em, there go that herb, now we rushin ' em | |
| Takin all he got, the nigga tried to plot | |
| On the slickest cat in town, why clown around | |
| Yo, I peeped your mugshot when the drama went down | |
| Tried to catch a nigga sleepin | |
| But little did you know my motherfuckin clique was creepin | |
| In a land of gamblin, hustlin | |
| Drugtraffickin, murderin, musclin | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I' ma tell you what' s the word on the street | |
| Cats got fucked up attitudes plus thugs be holdin heat | |
| All the stress got me runnin for shelter | |
| I' ve seen dice games turn into helter skelter | |
| Grimey niggaz only 12 years old be drenched in gold | |
| So much ice them niggaz cold, just sold | |
| 20 bags to this undercover cat | |
| The motherfucker was informed by a rat | |
| Slash player hater | |
| A faggot that' s vexed cos the lucci is much greater | |
| The way to survive, got to come alive | |
| In ' 95, duke, cos ' 96 is near | |
| Everybody' s in fear | |
| Of either gettin shot or caught up in the middle | |
| Or contractin the package on the low, yo, she lookin little | |
| Used to be the meanest chicken on the block | |
| I couldn' t tell if she was sick, but she was smokin that rock | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Now every nigga wanna see a mill | |
| And still hold the block down like Big Will | |
| But players from the other side of town | |
| Is takin niggaz for clowns | |
| Comin through bustin rounds | |
| You would think they was beefin for keys | |
| Not only a fraction, yo, I' m talkin grand action | |
| I lost my timin, for nickelanddimin | |
| It' s all about chains and rings | |
| Bigger and better things | |
| You just beginnin son, you ain' t poppin | |
| I wanna go down 5th Ave and do my shoppin | |
| Hit the Bally shop, cop a Rolex watch | |
| The Tommy Hilfiger and the Ralph Lauren spot | |
| Pick up my shorty, cop her a full ? mink | |
| His and hers, luxury furs | |
| Now I' m shinin like a diamond on niggaz | |
| Bitches stare at my glare when I' m rhymin on niggaz |