Things we be doin' for money
Busta Rhymes Lyrics


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Huh, yeah, fuck that,
Niggas is gon' have to get it
Niggas is out here holding I'm a have to see niggas
Niggas is out there holding
Starving nigga, fuck that, I'm a broke nigga
And I gotta see any nigga out here holding something
Fuck that
Everyday, me and my son stay scheming,
On how to maximise the level on day to day creaming,
While you remain faking,
Yo, I ain't tolerating, no mistaking,
We on the move to steady paper-making
Round up the whole squad quick,
Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit,
Before I solidify manslaughter, my unit form on the street corner,
We surprise like fiends in disguise,
Laying for the right fit so I can receive another grand prize
Greeting niggas like a homeless nigga,
The way it happened son, you'd never figure,
How the homeless nigga gun is much bigger,
Now give me everything you walking with and everything your man is holding,
Even the watch that got the platinum moulding,
And as the situation start unfolding,
You scared to death you little bitch, go ahead,
Report it stolen, see what happen.

Yo I'll fuck you up
Aye yo run all your jewels
Run all your paper
You ain't holding this paper you fuckin' faggot
Aye yo get the fuck on the floor
Shut the fuck up
Aye yo shut the fuck up

Cocks drawn nigga, holding my dick,
Wilding for the night, splurging with my click from the last fit
Open like a motherfucker, itching and ready to do the next stick,
Get anybody my nigga take your pick,
What you said I said even if it caused a bloodshed,
We gettin' paper even if we robbing a fucking chickenhead,
Word to mother son, I ain't fronting,
I'm taking everything I been always wantin'
So I continue to peep out, the nigga in the jam will be the most blidded,
Rob 'em in the corner bounce to the bar with they money and buy drinks with it,
I stay on some real trife shit, test your life shit
Or even stab you on some knife shit,
Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it, then I want it, then I take it,
Leaving niggas ass naked
Sometime I know it seems so shocking
How you the next victim to be listening of the sounds of a trigger cocking
All in your ears, cold steel all against your face
I feel your blood chilling, your heart racing at a rapid pace
And if you thinking you that strong
I dare you even to flinch wrong, fuck around
You feel the four five long
The victim contemplating what to do
Or how the fuck to get out of the situation that he's going through




This nigga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clapping
Bet y'all niggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened

Overall Meaning

Busta Rhymes’ song, “Things we be doin for money” touches on the topic of violence and crime in pursuit of monetary gain. Busta Rhymes portrays himself as a broke man and a victim of circumstances that make him resort to committing crimes to make ends meet. The opening line of the song “Huh, yeah, fuck that, Niggas is gon' have to get it” is an indication of the desperation that motivates the character behind the song’s lyrics.


Throughout the song, Busta Rhymes portrays himself and his accomplices as highly organized criminals who plan each step carefully to maximize their gains without being caught. In one line he raps, “Round up the whole squad quick, Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit” showing how they work together to come up with iron-clad plans. The portrayal of the criminals as highly organized and vicious drives home the point that crime can pay off, but at a steep price.


The lyrics are also peppered with references to jewelry, watches and other valuables that act as symbols of the wealth they seek. Busta Rhymes raps, “Even the watch that got the platinum moulding” which is a metaphor for the lengths they are willing to go to collect anything that can be sold for money. The song’s lyrics are a commentary on how some people are pushed to commit crimes due to economic hardships.


Line by Line Meaning

Huh, yeah, fuck that,
I'm not tolerating this anymore


Niggas is gon' have to get it
I won't hesitate to take what I want


Niggas is out here holding I'm a have to see niggas
I'm aware of who has money and I'm ready to take it


Niggas is out there holding
I know there are people out there with money


Starving nigga, fuck that, I'm a broke nigga
I'm not afraid to rob those who have more than me


And I gotta see any nigga out here holding something
I'm determined to find those with money and take it from them


Fuck that
I refuse to be broke


Everyday, me and my son stay scheming,
My son and I are always thinking of ways to make money


On how to maximise the level on day to day creaming,
We're looking for ways to make as much money as possible


While you remain faking,
Others may pretend to have wealth, but we know the truth


Yo, I ain't tolerating, no mistaking,
I won't let anyone stand in the way of my pursuit of money


We on the move to steady paper-making
We're always hustling to make money


Round up the whole squad quick,
I gather my crew to plan our next robbery


Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit,
We plan our heists and are willing to use violence


Before I solidify manslaughter, my unit form on the street corner,
We gather on the street corner before committing crimes that could potentially turn deadly


We surprise like fiends in disguise,
We catch people off guard like drug addicts


Laying for the right fit so I can receive another grand prize
We're strategic in choosing our targets to get the most money


Greeting niggas like a homeless nigga,
We approach our targets as if we're homeless to catch them off guard


The way it happened son, you'd never figure,
Our robberies are planned so well, no one would ever suspect us


How the homeless nigga gun is much bigger,
The gun of a homeless person is larger than expected


Now give me everything you walking with and everything your man is holding,
Hand over all of your possessions and your friend's possessions


Even the watch that got the platinum moulding,
We'll take anything valuable


And as the situation start unfolding,
As the robbery progresses


You scared to death you little bitch, go ahead,
The victim is scared and powerless


Report it stolen, see what happen.
If you report the robbery, there will be consequences


Yo I'll fuck you up
I'm willing to use violence


Aye yo run all your jewels
Hand over all of your jewelry


Run all your paper
Give us all of your money


You ain't holding this paper you fuckin' faggot
We're taking your money, no matter what


Aye yo get the fuck on the floor
Get on the ground


Shut the fuck up
Be quiet


Cocks drawn nigga, holding my dick,
We have our guns out and we're feeling powerful


Wilding for the night, splurging with my click from the last fit
We're on a spree, spending money from our last robbery


Open like a motherfucker, itching and ready to do the next stick,
We're ready for our next robbery


Get anybody my nigga take your pick,
We're searching for anyone with money to rob


What you said I said even if it caused a bloodshed,
We're willing to use violence to get what we want


We gettin' paper even if we robbing a fucking chickenhead,
We'll rob anyone, regardless of their status or connection to crime


Word to mother son, I ain't fronting,
I'm not lying, this is who I am


I'm taking everything I been always wantin'
I'm finally getting what I've always wanted


So I continue to peep out, the nigga in the jam will be the most blidded,
We're always watching for the perfect target


Rob 'em in the corner bounce to the bar with they money and buy drinks with it,
After the robbery, we celebrate by buying drinks with the stolen money


I stay on some real trife shit, test your life shit
I'm willing to take risks and use violence


Or even stab you on some knife shit,
I'll even use a knife if necessary


Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it, then I want it, then I take it,
I won't be fooled and if I want something, I'll take it


Leaving niggas ass naked
We leave our victims with nothing


Sometime I know it seems so shocking
Our actions may be extreme or surprising


How you the next victim to be listening of the sounds of a trigger cocking
You could be the next victim, hearing the sound of our guns being loaded


All in your ears, cold steel all against your face
Our guns are pointed at your face


I feel your blood chilling, your heart racing at a rapid pace
You're scared and your heart is pounding


And if you thinking you that strong
If you think you can fight back


I dare you even to flinch wrong, fuck around
I'm daring you to make a move and see what happens


You feel the four five long
You'll feel the power of my gun


The victim contemplating what to do
The victim is trying to figure out how to respond


Or how the fuck to get out of the situation that he's going through
They're trying to think of a way out


This nigga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clapping
One of the victims tried to fight back, but we responded with gunfire


Bet y'all niggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened
I'm sure you're all curious about what happened next




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Written by: OSTEN HARVEY, OSTEN S HARVEY, TREVOR SMITH

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