Lyrical Breakdown of Money Money Money - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Money Money Money" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how DMX weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Money Money Money" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that DMX employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to DMX's narrative.
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Grr
C'mon! (Go)
Ain't no such thing as enough money, I want it all
A nigga showing me how to go get it, that's something I can't recall (what?)
How you never did nothing for me but tell me one for all?
"How the fuck you run up all them Ms without a Adderall?" (uh)
That's what they ask me, came up from nothing now I'm established (made)
Reach for these karats and get your ears stretched, silly rabbit (played)
I'm a dog, all bite, no bark (grr), no fear in my heart
Lambo truck with the stars, I paid two hundred some' large
Money, bitches, and chains (ice), niggas jacking the slang
Rose gold Rollie the only thing 'bout me plain (piping)
Rolls-Royce Cullinan today 'cause it might rain (c'mon)
That shit came with an umbrella, trap jumping like Coachella (woo)
I'm sipping on some clean, half my money still dirty (woah)
They know I got a bitch, but these hoes still flirting (so?)
I'm in the field pissed, feel like Mike Vick, I'm quarter backing
We be talking slick, so charges don't stick, never lacking (c'mon)
Money, money, money (uh), bitches, bitches, bitches (what?)
All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches (snitches)
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (woo, c'mon)
Money, money, money (money), bitches, bitches, bitches (bitches)
All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches (snitches)
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (woo)
When the dog get hungry, the dog gon' eat
That's when I slide my plate right under a nigga feet
Like the lines in the road, I get down in the street
Come through like "brrap," put them cats to sleep
Stay with the heat, cook niggas (uh), shook niggas (uh)
Me and mine come through, we nothing but crook niggas (uh, uh)
We off the hook, nigga (what up?), everybody strip (yeah)
Everybody get down 'cause my niggas flip (raow)
On Jake niggas, fake niggas, snake niggas (uh)
Make niggas rape niggas, I hate niggas (uh)
Talking that riffraff, get back (what?)
They call me "Extortion", nigga, I get half (woo)
Money, money, money (money), bitches, bitches, bitches (bitches)
All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches (snitches)
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is (c'mon)
Money, money, money (money), bitches, bitches, bitches (bitches)
All these fucking killers (c'mon), but the jail's full of snitches (what?)
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is