The Curse Of Money (Feat. Mack 10) Ice Cube & Mack 10

Hey wassup Cube?
Man, I'm glad I caught you at your momma house homey
Wassup man? You still got your pager right, or you lost it? (It's the curse, the curse)
You know my code, right? I been pagin' you for about a week man (the curse, the curse)
I heard about the deal ya got (the curse, the curse)
Greed, Khop
Check this out, you owe a nigga somethin' man (the curse, the curse)

Do the math, baby, do the math (Ch-ching)
Do the math, baby, do the math (Ch-ching)
Do the math baby (the curse, the curse)
Do the math baby (the curse, the curse)

It's the curse of money, once you get it, fool you got it
Buy a new pair of drawers and motherfuckers spot it
Niggas plotted, to have me knotted up in basements
'Till these cocksuckers see what they're faced with

Their fantasies of a life stress-free
Full of orgies, in the Florida Keys
But this bullshit is so thick, it's like mountains
Sick of threatenin' all my lawyers and accountants

The decibels, gold diggers goin' for the testicles
Soon they realize, I don't invest in hoes
Sometimes it's like hell on earth
When everybody tryin' to get your ass for all your worth
It's the curse

Do the math baby
(The curse, the curse) do the math baby
(The curse, the curse) do the math baby
(The curse, the curse) do the math

When you hot, they think you got more than you got
When you not, motherfuckers callin' you a flop
I just laugh, the curse everybody want to have
Before you sell your soul, better do the math

I start to scream shit like "May day, may day"
'Cause motherfuckers think it's all grav-ay wit my pay day
And like I said, it's the curse of money
They start laughin' at your jokes when they ain't that funny (Ha ha ha)

See this ass kissin' yes man
Shakin' hands with the left hand, get my weap-an, get to stepp-an
Fuck every phony ass nigga round me
Stick a shaft up your ass like Richie Round tree, (yeah yeah!)

Got to have some gas money if you goin'
If not, who you fuckin'? Who you flowin'? Who you owin'?
In '98 don't shit come free
Not even hard rhymes that's describin' these hard times

(The curse, the curse) do the math baby, do it
(The curse, the curse) do the math baby, aha
(The curse, the curse) do the math baby
(The curse, the curse) do the math, ooh wee

When you hot, they think you got more than you got
When you not, motherfuckers callin' you a flop
I just laugh (haha), the curse everybody want to have
Before you sell your soul, better do the math

To relax I smoke a stick, the shit make me sick
Gotta gang of new homies, and relatives on my dick
No time for drama, busters get sprayed
Bitches want to get laid, and everybody need their bills paid (everybody)

Motherfuckers, sweat me like a spy
They want to kick it 'cause I got the curse of mula
Make me want to start scrappin' and look at me to make it happen
What the fuck was they doin' before Mack 10 was rappin'?! Tell me

(What the fuck?) how can I remain a man of seven figures
When I'm rushed by gold diggers every time I get bigger? (Ch-ching)
Like David Banner, when I tweak I turn green
And every time I'm seen, it's like people start to fiend
It's the curse

Do the math (the curse, curse)
(The curse, the curse) do the math, baby
(The curse, the curse) do the math, baby
(The curse, the curse) do the math

When you hot, they think you got more than you got (yeah they do)
When you not, motherfuckers callin' you a flop (motherfuckers)
I just laugh, the curse everybody want to have
Before you sell your soul better do the math (better do it)

(The curse, the curse) do the math baby
Get the fuck outta here (the curse, the curse) do the math baby
With dollar signs in your eyes (the curse, the curse, do the math baby Ha ha, shit)
Leave your ass broke (the curse, the curse)
(The curse, the curse) rabbit ears, nigga for pockets, haha he
I'm cursed! Hahaha, but I love it