[Jay-Z]
  This song here..
  .. is dedicated to Danny Dan, and may he rest in peace
  Who at his funeral left us with the words that
  he did it his way (uh-huh, uh-huh)
  So, I have no other choice but to do it my way
  Uh-huh, uh-huh
    Uhh! While niggaz are shootin stupid
  I'm carefully plottin, ways to make it rotten
  Well planned hits until you're long forgotten
  Y'all niggaz that utilize my style don't hurt me, cause on the low
  half of these rappin-ass niggaz wanna work for me
  Now picture me standin on somebody block tryin to rock
  I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'clock
  My feet never touch the concrete, just street sweep awards
  While you're starin on my dick nigga, gimme yours!
  I don't hassle with capsules cause that'll make the grass grow
  and get a project nigga paid up the asshole
  if I'ma risk a frisk, gettin my wrists wrapped up in steel
  I'm out here tryin to make a mill', my shit is real for real
  While others worship guns I worship tons of money
  tons of fun, laughin at shit that ain't even funny
  So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I took it slow
  Eighty percent of these niggaz with deals
  can't see me with the dough, uhh!
    [Chorus: Jay-Z]
    In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
  I need a whole lot of dough (for real!)
  In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
  I need a whole lot of cash (stay real!)
  In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
  I need a whole lot of dough *
  In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
  I need a whole lot of cash
    *1: (for real!)
  *2: (true!)
  *3: (true!)
    [Jay-Z]
  More ice than winter ninety-four
  I toured the fifty states with a trunk of raw
  Recrutin, I'm hittin shortiess with consignment, but don't play me
  Ohh you gon' pay me, y'all niggaz ain't crazy!
  I'm laid back in the five thousand Italian leather seat recliner
  under some vagina, discussin the finer, things
  My crib is mean, watchin a hundred inch screen
  Lettin the shorties slide by once in a while and let em dream
  They think I've mastered the game cause dames scream my name
  with passion, I tell em stop flashin and start stashin
  And we'll all get off the corner, the only heat you'll feel
  is from a sauna, lettin bubbles shoot up your ass if you wanna
  And fuck that weed, it keeps you broke, invest in
  pounds of herbs and profit if niggaz wanna smoke dope
  But keep your nuts cause this is a man's game
  And we'll all pop champagne til it's a damn shame
    [Chorus]
    [Jay-Z]
  I'm shootin to Vegas gamblin green-o at the casino
  Schoolin the dice like Vinny Barberino
  Welcome back, the ninety-four version of the mack
  As soon as these ladies see me they don't know how to act
  Cause like that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt liquor
  Only pop and droppin Cristal's down my throat, take a swigga
  My style, ladies intoxicated by my profile
  Your rollin with a pro with, money to blow child
  You need to feel how sweet the skills be
  to come and slide down Sugar Hill with me
  The high roller, rolled up on your dice game
  Unfold a pack of bills, grab my balls then bet it all
  I never slept, cause sleepin keeps you deep in debt
  On the block you lucky if you see my silhouette
  I'm ghost, envied by most
  So I keep a crew of crazy tenants that's sling toast, fucker
    [Chorus]
    [Jay-Z]
  Haha, f'real! Jay-Z lives
  Ski, Roc-a-Blok Productions, uh-huh, uh-huh
  Dame Dash.. ha-ha
  Roc-a-fella Records.. uh-huh
  Everybody from Brooklyn
  Sauce Money, Big Sarge, B Hah
  DJ Clark Kent, everybody Uptown
  ?, my V-A click running thick
  D'Shawn definitly in the house
  Roughness y'all, this how we do