"I Love The Dough" as written by Shawn C Carter, Christopher Wallace, Osten S Harvey, Angela Lisa Winbush and Rene Moore....
We push the hottest V's, peel fast
Through the city, play Monopoly with real cash
Me and Biggie and the models be, shaking they saditty ass
And Parada be, somethin' you cats got to see
And the watches be all types and shapes of stones
Bein' broke is childish and I'm quite grown
Run up in the club with the ice on, me and Paisan'
Scope the spot out, see somethin' nice and I'm gone
You cats is home, screamin' the fight's on
I'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin Ty-son
Same night, same fight
But one of us cats ain't playin' right, I let you tell it
People place yourselves in the shoes of two felons
And tell me you won't ball every chance you get
And any chance you hit, we live for the moment
Makes sense don't it? Now make dollars
Cats pop bottles bone chicks that favor Idalis
And rack up frequent flier mileage

Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
I love the dough, more than you know
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey

I'm poppin' Magnums while Jigga bag somethin'
Watch is platinum, got jet lag from
Flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes
Make the best CD's and the best tapes
Don't forget the vinyl, take girls break spinals
Biggie be Richie like Lionel, shit
You seen the Jesus, dipped in H classes
Ice project off lights, chick flashes
Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches
Rock top fashions
Ain't shit changed, except the number after the dot
On the Range, way niggas look at me now, kinda strange
I hate y'all too
Rather be in Carribean sands with Rachael
It's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal
Bitches used to go, ewww
Still tote steel, tryin' to see five mil
Off the sin-gle, for real
You ain't fazin' the amazin'
While your gun's raisin', mine is blazin'
See you on see me all talkin' to sweetness
Take it for weakness and leave quick
Blocka, Roc-a-Fella, Bad Boy collabo
Two MC's with mad dough, you know

I love the dough, more than you know
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
I love the dough, more than you know
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey

Miraculous, pockets stay full
Niggas skip the bull 'cause we matadors
Snatch the P89s that we pack in the drawers
And we clap the doors of your Acuras
Snap like cameras on amateurs
Make you all dance, hold a hammer to yours
Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks or flaws
Everybody got a part to play, back to yours
Run up in your crib now, crack your doors
Watch the real players live, it's a habit to floss
Play the charts like The Beatles, y'all adapt you lost
And toast Cristal on behalf of y'all
Too bad for y'all
Ain't too many as bad as yours truly
Do we, we laugh at y'all
Little bastards y'all

Uhh, uhh
We hit makers with acres
Roll shakers in Vegas, you can't break us
Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq
Country house, tennis courts on horseback
Ridin', decidin', cracked crab, or lobster
Who say mobsters don't prosper
Niggas is actors, niggas deserve Oscars
Me I'm, critically acclaimed, slug past your brain
Reminesce on dames who, coochie used to stink
When we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci links
Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places
Tito smile everytime he see our faces
Cases catch more than outfield-ers
Half these rappin' cats, ain't seen war
Couldn't score if they had point game, they lame
Speak my name, I make 'em dash like Dame

I love the dough, more than you know
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
I love the dough, more than you know
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
I love the dough, more than you know
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey


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"I Love the Dough" as written by Shawn C Carter Shawn Carter

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    General CommentOh. I totally thought he loved the dope. Oh well. Still good but now it doesn't have quite the same meaning for me.
    kmk_natashaon June 23, 2006   Link
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    General CommentGreatest Rapper alive with the greatest rapper ever!
    dmoney603on July 09, 2009   Link
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    General CommentBoth of the killed their second verses.
    RayneKamikazeon July 20, 2009   Link
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    General CommentThis is one of my favorite songs just like any song with Jay-Z and BIG on it. They're two of the best, if not the best, rappers to ever lived. My personal favorite is Jay-Z, but him and BIG really work together lovely.

    The whole song is amazing.

    One thing you should all realize:
    "You cats is home, screamin the fight's on
    I'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin Ty-son
    Same night, same fight
    But one of us cats ain't playin right, I let you tell it"

    That's a reference to Tupac getting gunned down after the Tyson fight at MGM Grand in Vegas.
    "Same night, same fight, but one of us cats ain't playin' right, I let you tell it"

    This song is talking about how they're not about acting stupid and they're about "money over everything". So while they're taking flights around the world and flossing diamonds, all these other guys are living bummy. All about the money!!
    JohnDoeHoe22on February 05, 2010   Link

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