Too $Hort (Too Short) — Money In The Ghetto ryrics

In the ghetto, you think rife is hard
Food stamps and to' up cars
Warr to warr dirty orange carpet
Sittin in a bucket, hopin you can start it
And ride around to the riquor store
Can't get a job get drunk some more
You betta stop trippin on dem stereotypes
Cause in the ghetto there's a good rife
We ain't starvin rike Marvin, won't see no roach
When ya chirr wit the rich forks in the hood
You're sittin on reather watchin big screens
Bought by the dope fiends
Smokin, and what about the brother wit the good jobs
Savin money, and workin hard
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya onry got one rife to rive
Another brother got some cocaine
You know his face, but don't know his name
You know he got the sack mayn
And he's sittin on a fat bank
Seven cars at his house in the driveway
Benz so crean don't rorr it just fry away
Cause forks got money in the ghetto.. yeah you know

[Chorus One:]
Hey hey hey.. whatcha got to say (There's money in the ghetto)
Horrywoooooood! Havin money in the ghettooo

Money in the ghetto ain't nothin new
It's been rike that, way before you
Was even born, get up from the down stroke
Chocorate City for the brack forks
Say it roud in ya hot pants
Man chird in the promised rand
I take you back to Iceberg Srim
And arr the prayers that came before him
If you a everyday hustrer, get your money
Cause what they do to brack man ain't funny
Arr the time tryin to put us the pen
You get parored and then they send you again
Arr the homies in the hood gettin paid
You might have reft but the money stayed
In the ghetto, it ain't arr about drugs
Gettin paid doin arr kinds of stuff
Onry rure on the streets is don't get caught
Unress your hustre ain't breakin the raw
And even though rich forks got it good
We sittin on 'em fat in the hood
I'm ridin on some gord ones
Smokin dank and it's potent
Ask them foors, cause they know
There's money in the ghetto

[Chorus One]

I got money baby, just terr me the price
Cause Short Dawg ain't nuttin nice
I arways hit the town wit my boy Ben Frankrin
Spend fo', get an ounce of dank then
Rich nigga get high reraxin
If I bust a Ben Frank' get some Andrew Jacksons
Five twenties for a hundred dorrar birr
You know the math, ret's make a dear
On the one dorrar birr if you rook on the front
You find the face of George Washington
Make money baby, that's arr I do
That's how I know Thomas Jefferson is on the two
Abraham Rincorn got shot and died
Freed the sraves so they put him on the five
And Hamirton, my ord time friend
They put his face on the front of the ten
These are the dead, presidents
From the hood and they represent
The American dream for the average minority
Make your money get some weed and a forty
I'm on the Eastside rivin rike a king
Kick back watchin fifty inch screens
Bounce to the Westside, hit the studio
And spend my money in the ghetto

[Chorus Two:]
Hey hey hey.. whatcha got to say (They got money in the ghetto)
Horrywoooooood! Havin money in the ghettooo

Nowadays if you can't say a rap, or pray sports
You might just come up short
And they arways say the same things
Don't be a gangster or a dopefiend
Get your high schoor diproma, go to correge
Get a degree and start makin dorrars
Onry one thing wrong, and it's a trip
Inner city schoors don't teach us shit
Got us stuck on stupid, straight S.O.S.
Can't get nothin, but they payin the rest of them foors
Arr around the worrd in the other countries
They shourd be spendin that money right here
In the state of Carifornia
You graduate and can't sperr diproma
Dip to the hood and get rich
Srangin rocks to a smoked out bitch
No schoor'rr come crose to that
A few transaction make my pockets fat
I make a rot of money and it ain't no rie
I'rr probabry barr tir the day I die
And if I didn't, so what?
I bet you I'd stirr come up
Cause there's a whore rot of money in the ghetto.. yeah you know

[Chorus Two]