(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**k 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 ni**as 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**k I done to you
Thug ni**as in the street saying I`m sunning you
Dude I`ll smoke you every motherf**ker under you
People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do
For now on, when I speak, y`all ni**as better listen
Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain`t in no condition
Still got s**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**k 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**k wit mines, I`ma view you at ya weight money
It ain`t a game

(Verse 2 - Noreaga)
Yo where my down South ni**as at, I`m playing piddy-pat
Wit this kitty cat, bitch swear she a city rat
It`s Nore now, here look read the story now
My name Nore, and ni**as know how I rip
And if I don`t feel a ni**a, I don`t get on his s**t
Y`all can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick
I like my hoes just like Summer, no class
And ni**as working so hard, and getting no ass
Why y`all ni**as acting like, it`s all ill in y`all square
Motherf**ker you ain`t know that it`s a hood everywhere
Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal
Weak ni**as, have us lighting up candles
Sending out roses, condolences, notices
Focuses on, ni**as like Fu Quan
Yo in they ground, ni**as 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**k 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**k 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 bitches you hitting, when you living the thug life
Bitches I don`t love no of `em, the guns I`m running `em
Punk ni**as I`m sunning `em, every chance I get
Man I know ni**as is a trip, so I save all my grip
For these babies fa**ots 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 ni**as out there, thinking you the nicest
Me 50, I`m ya motherf**king 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**k 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**k wit mines, I`ma view you at ya weight money
It ain`t a game

(50 Cent talking)
Know what I`m saying