All for the Money
MC Eiht Lyrics

One more nigga on the run
Another person on the run from the law

I just can't handle this, born in the land of the scandalous
Life is tough growing up in a scandalous environment

Thirteen years of age at the time
The singer was only 13 when he started pursuing money through unlawful means

Moms is kicking me, I gots to get mine
The artist's mother is pressuring him to get money

I load up my strap, map out my plan
The artist prepares his gun and plans the crime

Choose my victim, then motherfucker stick him
The singer selects a target and robs them

One more point that got scored for the...
The singer scores another successful robbery

Up to no damn good, understood
The artist is aware that his actions are wrong

Steps is getting low so I gots to get some more
The artist is running low on money and needs to commit more crimes

Loads up the K, breaks out the back door
The artist prepares his gun and escapes through the back door

You know the routine, so run fool, here we go
The singer is experienced in robbing people and tells the victim to give up the cash

Say back channel, keep your motherfucking hands up on the dash
The artist tells the victim to keep their hands on the dashboard

And gives up the cash
The victim hands over their money

One time is making a move on my ass
The police are closing in on the singer

But I ain't sweating it cause ain't shit funny
The singer isn't worried because the situation isn't funny

Because it's all for the money
The artist is committing crimes to make money

Just call me the come up kid
The artist is known for making money through unlawful means

Hard times kicking it in the CPT
The singer is experiencing financial difficulties in Compton

So that means I gotta do what I gotta do
The singer is willing to do anything to make money

And if you ain't down with the Hype, fuck you
The artist doesn't care if others disapprove of his actions

You're coming up short when I slang
People who try to compete with the artist's illegal activities will fail

So when I hit your corner, you're gonna be a goner
The artist will rob anyone who crosses his path

Nigga duck when my nine starts to buck
People should run when the singer begins shooting his gun

In it for the snaps so I'm crazy as fuck
The artist is willing to do insane things to make money

I should be laying low cause one time is real hot
The police are actively investigating the singer's crimes

Need to make a nine so I rush your spot
The singer needs more money, so he'll commit another crime

And it's like that when I got the philly
The singer is willing to use his gun to commit crimes

If you don't care someone else does the killing
If the artist doesn't rob the victim, someone else will

So when you hit the end of the road ain't no turning back
Once the artist starts committing crimes, there's no going back

I done signed a hood lifetime contract
The singer has committed to a life of crime in the hood

Jacking and packing cause ain't shit funny
The singer is robbing people with a gun because he needs money

Uh oh, there goes another beep on the beeper
The artist receives another message on his pager

One time sleep on the fucking night creeper
The police aren't aware of the artist's activities at night

Trying to show stop on the sales
The artist is trying to make more money than his competition

Pull fake braids but I still gets paid
The singer is successful even when he uses a fake hairstyle to avoid being caught

Just say no? Fuck the TV
The artist doesn't care about anti-drug commercials on TV

Trying to push the shit cause the weight is exceed
The singer is trying to sell more drugs because he needs more money

See me for the blast, Five-oh fly in fast
The singer threatens anyone who interferes with his crimes

Mad cause I'm making more cash than they ass
The police are angry because the singer is making more money than they are

Now I lay low in the cut
The artist tries to avoid being caught by hiding in a remote location

Label me the nigga with the fucking gangsta strut
The artist is known for his confident, gangsta walk

Every hooptie got gold license plates
The singer's car has gold-plated license plates

my birds fly out throughout the fucking states
The singer's drug dealing network is spread across different states

Now my other half is telling me I'd better quit
The artist's conscience is telling him to stop committing crimes

But I ain't through in this shit, so I guess this is it
The artist hasn't made enough money, so he'll continue robbing people

I'll be dead before I go out like a dummy
The artist would rather die than be caught by the police and incarcerated

(Why's that, G?) Cause it's all for the money
The singer is committing crimes to make money