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(feat. Mack 10)
Intro - Sleep
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....the curse, the curse)
Y'know my code right? I been pagin you for about a week man
(The curse, the curse) I heard about the deal ya got
Greed, Khop (The curse, the curse)
Check this out, you owe a nigg* somethin man
Ice Cube
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 motherfkers spot it
plotted, to have me knotted up in basements
till these s see what they're faced with
Their fantasies of a life stress-free
Full of orgies, in the Florida Keys
But this bulls**t is so thick, it's like mountains
Sick of threatenin all my lawyers and accountants
The decibals, gold diggers goin for the test*cles
Soon they realise, I don't invest in hoes
Sometimes it's like hell on earth
When everybody tryin to get your as* for all your worth
It's the curse
(The curse, 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, motherfkers callin you a flop
I just laugh, the curse everybody wanna have
Before you sell your soul better do the math
I start to scream s**t like "May day, may day"
Cos motherfkers 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 as* kissin yes man
Shakin hands with the left hand, get my weap-an, get to stepp-an
fk every phony as* nigg* round me
Stick a s haft up your as* like Richie Roundtree (Yea yea!)
Got to have some gas money if you goin
If not who you fkin? Who you flowin? Who you owin?
In '98 don't s**t 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, motherfkers callin you a flop
I just laugh (haha), the curse everybody wanna have
Before you sell your soul better do the math
Mack 10
To relax I smoke a stick, the s**t make me sick
Gotta gang of new homies, and relatives on my d*ck
No time for drama, busters get sprayed
girls wanna get layed, and everybody need their bills paid (Everybody)
Motherfkers, sweat me like a spy
They wanna kick it cos I, got the curse of mulah
Make me wanna start scr*ppin and look at me to make it happen
What the fk was they doin before Mack 10 was rappin ?!? Tell me
(What the fk?) how can I remain a man of seven figures
when I'm rushed by gold diggers everytime I get bigger? (Ch-ching)
Like David Banner, when I tweak I turn green
And everytime I'm seen it's like people start to fiend
It's the curse
Ice Cube
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (aha)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (1 million, 2 million)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (3 million)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math
When you hot, they think you got more than you got
Yeah they do
When you not, motherfkers callin you a flop (Motherfkers)
I just laugh, the curse everybody wanna have
Before you sell your soul better do the math (Better do it)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
Get the fk 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, sheeit)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math
Outro - Ice Cube
Leave your as* broke
Rabbit ears, nigg* for pockets, haha he
