[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It ain't easy to make money
So now aybody wan' take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake, money
Fuck wit mines, I'mma view you at ya wake money
It ain't a game

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can call me player yeah, but I ain't playing fair
Chicks say I'm the hottest thang comin' this year
In the hood n***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 fuck I done to you
Thug n***as in the street saying I'm sonnin' you
Dude I'll smoke you and every motherfucker under you
People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do
From now on, when I speak, y'all n***as better listen
Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition
Still got shit on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing

[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
Fuck wit mines, I'mma view you at ya wake money
It ain't a game
[Verse 2: N.O.R.E.]
Yo where my down South n***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 n***as know how I rip
And if I don't feel a n***a, I don't get on his shit
Y'all can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick
I like my hoes just like Summer, no class
And n***as working so hard, and getting no ass
Why y'all n***as acting like, it's all ill in y'all square
Motherfucker you ain't know that it's a hood everywhere
Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal
Weak n***as, have us lighting up candles
Sending out roses, condolences, notices
Focuses on, n***as like Fu Quan
Yo in they ground, n***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]
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake, money
Fuck wit mines, I'mma view you at ya wake 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 n***as I'm sonnin' 'em, every chance I get
Man I know n***as is a trip, so I save all my grip
For these babies faggots 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 n***as out there, thinking you the nicest
Me 50, I'm ya motherfucking mid-life crisis

[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
Fuck wit mines, I'mma view you at ya wake money
It ain't a game

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Know what I'm saying