[Lyric] Nothing Move But the Money (Smif-N-Wessun)

Smif-N-Wessun - “Nothing Move But the Money”
[Emcee(s): Steele and Tek]
[Producer(s): Da Beatminerz]
[Sample 1 (Multiple Elements): Heatwave - “The Star of a Story” (1:39)]
[Sample 2 (Drums): Mighty Tom Cats - “Love Potion-Cheeba-Cheeba” (0:00)]

[Verse 1: Steele and Tek]
Let’s get it on
Stick ‘em up. Word is bond. From what we’ve learned
Smif-N-Wessun is sworn to take what we’ve earned
From day one, me and my son, my son and me, we stick
Together like family, so don’t challenge we
Right now, it’s all about the currency, and I’m
Representing the 211 with my new gun
So who’s funny with money that’s mine or yours
Or have a lot on his mind and even more in his drawers? No losses
Get took by these two crooks from Crooklyn—that’s
My word—so if you’re looking for a herb, keep looking. Yeah
‘Cause we be looking too. Mr. Rippa, what you wanna do?
On the creep, catch a crew that’s sleep, get ‘em
For the cash—don’t forget the stash that’s hidden
No time to waste, slip up, soft forbidden
‘Cause this here is where we remain as pioneers
Nothing to fear while we smell dough in the air
[Hook: Steele and Tek]
It’s all about
The cash. Still, don’t nothing move but the money. It’s all about
The cash. Still, don’t nothing move but the money. It’s all about
The cash. Still, don’t nothing move but the money. It’s all about
The cash. Still, don’t nothing move but the money

[Verse 2: Steele, Tek, and Smif-N-Wessun]
Mr. Rippa
I think it’s that time again. Shit, it’s
Forever on, so never will the drama end. You know
I’m ready, son, so whichever ones come first
It really don’t matter ‘cause they’re all getting worse. No doubt
This is what we’re talking about. You better
Hope you’re not the next stop on our paper route. We don’t
Care. Throw your hands way in the air
If you’re right here, this might happen to be your nightmare, yo
But everything’s real in the core of the streets, where you do
Go to war but you don’t go to sleep. Don’t peep
‘Cause I got you covered, and I’ll advise you
Don’t try to run ‘cause I might surprise you
The eyes do see a lot, we be on-point
To the point ‘cause some gods try to blow spots, but
My joint keeps me easy, gentle
Squeezes to release is what please me
Kush and pain to maintain a solid frame, gotta
Stay a step ahead of any changes in the game
Criminal-minded, search and you’ll find it
We do our own thing ‘cause society’s blinded
But I’m reminded that it’s time to get paid
‘Cause move-fakers fall in the grave that they made
Who’s safe from the neighborhood troublemakers?
Staying high constantly on a search to get the papers
[Hook: Tek and Steele]
It’s all about
The cash. Still, don’t nothing move but the money. It’s all about
The cash. Still, don’t nothing move but the money. It’s all about
The paper. Still, don’t nothing move but the money. It’s all about
The cash. Still, don’t nothing move but the dough. It’s all about
The paper. Still, don’t nothing move but the money, kid. It’s all about
The cash. Still, don’t nothing move but the dough. It’s all about
The paper. Still, don’t nothing move but the money, kid. It’s all about
The cash. Still, don’t nothing move but the dough

[Verse 3: Tek, Steele, and Smif-N-Wessun]
Day turns to night as the crooks hit the pavement
When the chrome’s to your dome, we got you under enslavement
Payment comes when I run up on your corner
Before I warned ya, since I got the drop on you now, you’s a goner
Don’t nothing move but the cash, aight? Don’t play
Fast—you might find that ass leaving in a bag tonight
I’ll beat ‘em from the feet-up, plus my trigger finger’s itchy
Ready to get shifty when my pockets feeling empty
Since we on a mission to get dough
Move incognito to avoid any Five-O
How low can we go? I know. Tell em’
Timberland tree kicking in your cerebellum
First, we smoke up the sensi
Get irie, then get down and dirty
Bucktown develops as we represent
All the crooks that’s stressed across the East and the West. Doing dirt
Ain’t nothing new to the crooks from the streets. Stepping to
Our business just to make ends meet
Bootcamp Clik putting shit under smash!
You know the rules: don’t nothing move but the cash
[Hook: Steele and Tek]
Still, don’t nothing move but the money. It’s all about
The cash. Still, don’t nothing move but the dough. It’s all about
The cash. Still, don’t nothing move but the money. It’s all about
The cash. Still, don’t nothing move but the dough. It’s all about
The cash. Still, don’t nothing move but the money, kid. It’s all about
The cash. Still, don’t nothing move but the dough. It’s all about
The cash. Still, don’t nothing move but the money, kid. It’s all about
The cash. Still, don’t nothing move but the dough

[Outro: Tek]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! One time for your mind. To all the original crooks and the heads. Boot Camp Clik coming through