# Ice Cube The Curse Of Money Lyrics

Last updated: 06/16/2006 12:00:00 PM

(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 nigga 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 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 decibals, gold diggers goin for the testicles

Soon they realise, 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

(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, motherfuckers 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 shit like "May day, may day"

Cos 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 Roundtree (Yea yea!)

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 wanna have

Before you sell your soul better do the math

[Mack 10]

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 wanna get layed, and everybody need their bills paid (Everybody)

Motherfuckers, sweat me like a spy

They wanna kick it cos I, got the curse of mulah

Make me wanna 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 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, motherfuckers callin you a flop (Motherfuckers)

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 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, sheeit)

(The curse, the curse) Do the math

[Outro - Ice Cube]

Leave your ass broke

Rabbit ears, nigga for pockets, haha he

I'm cursed! Hahaha, but I love it