Lyrics: Dr. Dre. Get Your Money Right.

(feat. The Game & Jay-Z)

You gotta get it - get it.
Get it playa
Count all the cash up.

You gotta get it, get it, get it.

[Dr. Dre:]
See stops signs and red lights
I hear gun shots and street fights
Ambulance sirens holler in the late night
It's murder, Compton nigga
Ya don't stop.
Fuck the world, Dre'll blow it up.
If you down throw it up
Soak it up like a sponge baby
I'm sweepin up all the crumbs daily
It all add up, it's about to get fucked the fuck up
Shut the fuck up or get fucked the fuck up.
For real nigga
Keep your eyes on your women nigga
Pass the lemon
Squeeze the Hennessey nigga
It's all with me
Let the vibe kiss me
Affiliation is my job
Forever I'm a paid man.
A brave man.
I sip the Henny down to nothin'
What you know about the knock you got from dot com?
Listen up.
It's all money and cream
Gasoline so supreme third under the greens

[Chorus:]
Get your money right
Don't be worried 'bout the next man - make sure your business tight
Get your money right
Go inside the safe, grab your stash that you copped tonight
Get your money right
Be an international player, don't be scared to catch those red eye flights.
You better get your money right
Cause when you out there on the streets, you gotta get it - get it.

[Jay-Z:]
If you ain't in it for the money then get out the game
Mothafucka's better think before they spit out my name
I've been known to have tone, shit out the frame
Load up the clip and aim.
Listen
If you ain't in it for the dough your rhymin the blah
I hit you with an O you be the crime in your block
If you wanna sell a million motherfucker then ride
Hit you with the glacier you be blabbin you blah
And our homes be spacious like a million and dot
I be holdin your bracelets tryin to steal at your shot
Been a villian since I can remember corruptin' the plot
Sell crack, make a million and stop.
Feel me?

[Chorus:]
Get your money right
Don't be worried 'bout the next man - make sure your business tight
Get your money right
Go inside the safe, grab your stash that you copped tonight
Get your money right
Be an international player, don't be scared to catch those red eye flights.
You better get your money right
Cause when you out there on the streets, you gotta get it - get it.

[The Game:]
Yeah
From Compton to the Brooklyn zoo
I'm classic like Detox and Blueprint too
I moved from Who Kid's and the DJ Clue's
To signing autographs on G-Unit shoes
Y'all thought it was over after Hova retired
Till I pulled up in that Rover on 24 inch wires
Under the limo tint spittin that gang bang lingo
The kid get 20 thou for a show with no single
So how the fuck could you judge me?
Nigga's push but they can't budge me
Nigga's sayin' fuck me.
See me in the lowrider - nigga's try to mug me
Then I hop out - nigga's try to dap me and hug me
See me in my red converse - nigga's wanna cuss me
But bloods be the reason these street nigga's love me
The same reason your bitch wanna suck me
You nigga's ain't artists you just paint pictures of me.

[Chorus:]
Get your money right
Don't be worried 'bout the next man - make sure your business tight
Get your money right
Go inside the safe, grab your stash that you copped tonight
Get your money right
Be an international player, don't be scared to catch those red eye flights.
You better get your money right
Cause when you out there on the streets, you gotta get it - get it.