| Song | Cash Over Ass |
| Artist | Ice Cube |
| Album | War & Peace Volume 1 (The War Disc) |
| 作词 : Garner, Ice Cube | |
| Whassup Cube dog? | |
| I got this bitch-ass nigga right here | |
| Y'know, fuckin with this tramp-ass bitch | |
| Puttin her before the scrill' all the time, yaknowhatI'msayin? | |
| Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every-mother-fuckin thang | |
| Tellin this bitch all my mother-fuckin business | |
| Puttin ass over cash everyday | |
| Nigga fuck that, this Westside | |
| [Ice Cube] | |
| Be gone you fuckin peon, got the Don furious | |
| Talkin on the phone got the Federal curious | |
| I'm serious! I don't give a fuck where he is | |
| Snatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to me | |
| How the fuck you think I got the NAME Bossalini? Punk | |
| Mack God Rap Genie, you can't see me | |
| Up in this game ever since you was a lame | |
| Y'all train at my school, nigga I rule | |
| You never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollar | |
| from across the water, watch your daughter | |
| She might catch the Holy Ghost from this rap sermon | |
| While you vermin smokin Sherman, I'm rollin somethin German, bitch | |
| Money earnin makin mo' money (ching ching) | |
| Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy | |
| Don't need no honey, that's right | |
| Cause I'm thinkin with my big head, FUCK what my dick said! | |
| Chorus: Ice Cube | |
| We puttin cash over ass, each and every day | |
| Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers) | |
| (We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!) | |
| We puttin cash over ass, each and every day | |
| Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers) | |
| (We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!) | |
| [Ice Cube] | |
| Now who's that nigga got these bitches lookin silly? Me! | |
| I'm the Big Willie for rilly, the real dilly | |
| You can ask Phillie cause I got a year's supply (Yup!) | |
| You must want to die, don't get the lye | |
| after dark up at Griffith Park, shallow grave | |
| for the mark check his heart, the game about to start | |
| Big thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic) | |
| Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches | |
| If it twitches give it stitches | |
| If it jiggles or switches, fuck and take pictures, now | |
| I'm livin in a two-point zone, and I'm still bumpin | |
| Call me in the clutch, ain't lost my touch | |
| Nigga what? on the microphone | |
| If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it home | |
| Tight as a Corleone | |
| You got to get your own, baby get on, now | |
| Chorus | |
| [Ice Cube] | |
| Get your ass up and go to work, cause you know | |
| on payday, nigga that shit gon' hurt | |
| Fuckin with a skirt instead of handlin your bizness | |
| Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes | |
| I'm suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin fuck over finance | |
| 'Specially fuckin up my plans | |
| I'm the boss, I can be late | |
| but you'll never see her and me, over currency | |
| Givin you the third degree, cause you got | |
| too many broke bitches and you like bankin for a penny | |
| Stop fuckin on them dum-dums | |
| Find one with some ass and some income | |
| Who wanna win? Who wanna spin? | |
| Who wanna make, twenty-five eight? Me | |
| Ice Cube the great.. pushin rhymes like weight | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Never put that hoe, in front of that dough nigga | |
| For what? (Never... fuck a bitch nigga) | |
| For what? She ain't gon' love you if you ain't got no dough fool | |
| (Bitch fuckin with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin?) | |
| Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y'all (Never ass over cash nigga) | |
| Scrilla scrilla y'all (We greedy) | |
| Cha-ching! (She can get some CD's, push some keys) | |
| Cha-ching! (Ha ha ha, make the bitches shake they tit-ties) | |
| Cha-ching, cha-ching! (Over my knee) | |
| Cha-ching, cha-ching! (Never ass over cash) | |
| Never ass over cash |
| zuò cí : Garner, Ice Cube | |
| Whassup Cube dog? | |
| I got this bitchass nigga right here | |
| Y' know, fuckin with this trampass bitch | |
| Puttin her before the scrill' all the time, yaknowhatI' msayin? | |
| Man I got this nigga transcripts, and everymotherfuckin thang | |
| Tellin this bitch all my motherfuckin business | |
| Puttin ass over cash everyday | |
| Nigga fuck that, this Westside | |
| Ice Cube | |
| Be gone you fuckin peon, got the Don furious | |
| Talkin on the phone got the Federal curious | |
| I' m serious! I don' t give a fuck where he is | |
| Snatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to me | |
| How the fuck you think I got the NAME Bossalini? Punk | |
| Mack God Rap Genie, you can' t see me | |
| Up in this game ever since you was a lame | |
| Y' all train at my school, nigga I rule | |
| You never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollar | |
| from across the water, watch your daughter | |
| She might catch the Holy Ghost from this rap sermon | |
| While you vermin smokin Sherman, I' m rollin somethin German, bitch | |
| Money earnin makin mo' money ching ching | |
| Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy | |
| Don' t need no honey, that' s right | |
| Cause I' m thinkin with my big head, FUCK what my dick said! | |
| Chorus: Ice Cube | |
| We puttin cash over ass, each and every day | |
| Go on let the players play.. the hustlers | |
| We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us! | |
| We puttin cash over ass, each and every day | |
| Go on let the players play.. the hustlers | |
| We some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us! | |
| Ice Cube | |
| Now who' s that nigga got these bitches lookin silly? Me! | |
| I' m the Big Willie for rilly, the real dilly | |
| You can ask Phillie cause I got a year' s supply Yup! | |
| You must want to die, don' t get the lye | |
| after dark up at Griffith Park, shallow grave | |
| for the mark check his heart, the game about to start | |
| Big thangs automatic putang automatic | |
| Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches | |
| If it twitches give it stitches | |
| If it jiggles or switches, fuck and take pictures, now | |
| I' m livin in a twopoint zone, and I' m still bumpin | |
| Call me in the clutch, ain' t lost my touch | |
| Nigga what? on the microphone | |
| If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it home | |
| Tight as a Corleone | |
| You got to get your own, baby get on, now | |
| Chorus | |
| Ice Cube | |
| Get your ass up and go to work, cause you know | |
| on payday, nigga that shit gon' hurt | |
| Fuckin with a skirt instead of handlin your bizness | |
| Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes | |
| I' m suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin fuck over finance | |
| ' Specially fuckin up my plans | |
| I' m the boss, I can be late | |
| but you' ll never see her and me, over currency | |
| Givin you the third degree, cause you got | |
| too many broke bitches and you like bankin for a penny | |
| Stop fuckin on them dumdums | |
| Find one with some ass and some income | |
| Who wanna win? Who wanna spin? | |
| Who wanna make, twentyfive eight? Me | |
| Ice Cube the great.. pushin rhymes like weight | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Never put that hoe, in front of that dough nigga | |
| For what? Never... fuck a bitch nigga | |
| For what? She ain' t gon' love you if you ain' t got no dough fool | |
| Bitch fuckin with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin? | |
| Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y' all Never ass over cash nigga | |
| Scrilla scrilla y' all We greedy | |
| Chaching! She can get some CD' s, push some keys | |
| Chaching! Ha ha ha, make the bitches shake they titties | |
| Chaching, chaching! Over my knee | |
| Chaching, chaching! Never ass over cash | |
| Never ass over cash |