Money Folder
Madvillain Lyrics


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Let he who is without sin cast the first stone
After you who's last, it's Doom, he's the worst known
That'll have your boom blown or even thirst bone
Rock it to a worst clone, just don't curse the throne
Own his own microphone, bring it everywhere he go
So he can bring it to you live in stere-ere-o
Pan it, can't understand it, ban it
The underhanded ranted, planned it and left him stranded
The best, any who profess will be remanded
Yes sir, request permission to be candid? Granted
I don't think we can handle a style so rancid
They flipped it like Madlib, did a old jazz standard

Don't mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly
Off of two or three Heines, and boy was they fine, G
One Black, One Spanish, One Chinese
It keeps the woody shiny year round like a pine tree
Don't sign me I'm about to get a mil without em
Grab him off the shelf, he's the villain, and what about him
So and he's a jerk and you don't know him
Mad how he expand work but won't show 'em
Poor guys, what a sight for old, sore four-eyes
Now hook me with two apple pies and a small fries
All rise, so far art as a Rupple
So raw break it down and make quadruple
It's crucial, you could see it in his pupil
And this time when he get it he'll waste it on somethin' useful
Like getting juiced off a deuce-deuce of cokey
Keep it low key, known to pull a okey-dokey
Silly Goose, Doom is too jokey
Damn he could really use a room or a whole key
Egads, he got enough styles to start three fads
True dat, she bad, I wonder do she come with kneepads
What a call, what a real butterball
Either I get a strike or strike out, gutterball
Rock it like gear for the fall
With knives inside pockets, prepare for the brawl
Yeah y'all you could say its an earful
Beware, do not touch mic, be careful
And just like he said, I coulda told ya
MF, the holder of a boulder, Money Folder




It ain't funny nigga
Money Folder

Overall Meaning

The Madvillain's song Money Folder is a cleverly written rap about the hip hop duo's opinions on the industry and their place within it. The opening line, "let he who is without sin cast the first stone" is a biblical reference to the story of the woman caught in adultery, implying that no one is without fault or wrongdoing. The next line, "after you who's last, it's Doom, he's the worst known" references MF DOOM, one half of Madvillain, and his reputation as a villainous figure in the music industry.


The lyrics describe DOOM's microphone skills, as well as the underground nature of his music. The line "rock it to a worst clone, just don't curse the throne" suggests that DOOM's music can be imitated, but no one can compete with his talent. The song also criticizes the industry and those who try to control it, with lines like "the underhanded ranted, planned it and left him stranded" implying that DOOM has been mistreated by those in power.


The second half of the song focuses on DOOM's maverick nature and refusal to conform to industry standards. The lines "don't sign me, I'm about to get a mil without em" and "mad how he expand work but won't show 'em" suggest that DOOM is successful on his own terms and doesn't need a record label to validate his talent. The song ends with the repeated refrain of "money folder", possibly implying that DOOM's success is due to his ability to make money and notoriety.


Line by Line Meaning

Let he who is without sin cast the first stone
Only those without any wrongdoing can judge


After you who's last, it's Doom, he's the worst known
Doom is the most notorious person after you


That'll have your boom blown or even thirst bone
Doom's beats and rhymes are so potent they'll blow your mind and satisfy your cravings


Rock it to a worst clone, just don't curse the throne
Doom's music is so good, others try to imitate him, but don't disrespect his talent


Own his own microphone, bring it everywhere he go
Doom is a true rapper who carries his own microphone everywhere he performs


So he can bring it to you live in stere-ere-o
Doom delivers his lyrics to you live in high-quality stereo sound


Pan it, can't understand it, ban it
Critics who don't appreciate or comprehend Doom's music try to censor it


The underhanded ranted, planned it and left him stranded
Doom's enemies plotted against him, leaving him isolated


The best, any who profess will be remanded
Only the top-tier rappers can compare to Doom


Yes sir, request permission to be candid? Granted
Doom allows you to speak your mind openly and honestly


I don't think we can handle a style so rancid
Doom's style is too raw and unfiltered for some people to handle


They flipped it like Madlib, did a old jazz standard
Madlib and Doom collaborate to revamp an old jazz song into a fresh hip-hop track


Don't mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly
Doom wrote this rap effortlessly


Off of two or three Heines, and boy was they fine, G
Doom drank a few Heinekens and enjoyed them


One Black, One Spanish, One Chinese
Doom enjoys beer from various ethnic groups


It keeps the woody shiny year round like a pine tree
Drinking Heineken keeps Doom's libido strong all year long


Don't sign me I'm about to get a mil without em
Doom doesn't need a record label to make a million dollars


Grab him off the shelf, he's the villain, and what about him
Doom is infamous and stands out amongst other rappers


So and he's a jerk and you don't know him
Doom is often misunderstood as an arrogant person


Mad how he expand work but won't show 'em
Doom is prolific and consistently delivers great music, but doesn't show off about it


Poor guys, what a sight for old, sore four-eyes
Doom feels sorry for his competition because they can't match his skills


Now hook me with two apple pies and a small fries
Doom wants some food from McDonald's


All rise, so far art as a Rupple
Doom's music is so unique and high-quality, it's like a work of art


So raw break it down and make quadruple
Doom's music is so raw, it can be chopped up and remixed multiple times


It's crucial, you could see it in his pupil
Doom's passion for music is evident in his eyes


And this time when he get it he'll waste it on somethin' useful
Doom will use his money for something practical this time


Like getting juiced off a deuce-deuce of cokey
Doom will celebrate with a few beers and a joint


Keep it low key, known to pull a okey-dokey
Doom prefers to keep a low profile, but is known to switch things up unexpectedly


Silly Goose, Doom is too jokey
Some people don't take Doom seriously because of his playful style


Damn he could really use a room or a whole key
Doom would appreciate a quiet space or a lot of drugs


Egads, he got enough styles to start three fads
Doom has multiple unique styles that could start new trends


True dat, she bad, I wonder do she come with kneepads
Doom thinks the woman is attractive and wonders if she's into kinky sex


What a call, what a real butterball
Doom is impressed with his creative decision-making


Either I get a strike or strike out, gutterball
Doom either succeeds greatly or fails completely, there's no middle ground


Rock it like gear for the fall
Doom's music is perfect for the autumn season


With knives inside pockets, prepare for the brawl
Doom is always prepared to defend himself if needed


Yeah y'all you could say its an earful
Doom's music is a lot to take in and appreciate


Beware, do not touch mic, be careful
Doom warns others to be cautious when handling a microphone


And just like he said, I coulda told ya
Doom has such a recognizable voice, you could tell it was him before he even introduced himself


MF, the holder of a boulder, Money Folder
Doom is a musical powerhouse who makes loads of money from his talent


It ain't funny nigga
Doom is serious about his craft and success


Money Folder
Doom's success allows him to enjoy financial stability




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Otis Jackson, Daniel Dumile Thompson

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[Intro]
The villain took on many forms...

[Verse 1]
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone
After you, who's last? It's DOOM, he's the worst known
That'll have your boom blown or even thirst bone
Rock it 'till it burst clone, just don't curse the throne
Own his own microphone, bring it everywhere he go
So he can bring it to you live in stere-ere-o
Pan it, can't understand it, ban it
The underhanded ranted, planned it and left 'em stranded
The best, any who profess will be remanded
Yes sir, request permission to be candid? Granted
I don't think we can handle a style so rancid
They flipped it like Madlib, did a old jazz standard

[Verse 2]
Don't mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly
Off of two or three Heines, and boy was they fine, G~
One black, one Spanish, one Chinese
It keeps the woody shiny year-round like a pine tree
Don't sign me, I'm about to get a mil' without 'em
Crowd him off the shelf, he's the villain, and what about him?
So, and he's a jerk and you don't know him
Mad how he expand work but won't show 'em
Poor guys, what a sight for old, sore four-eyes
Now hook me with two apple pies and a small fries
All rise, so far odd as a ruple
So raw, break it down and make quadruple
It's crucial, you could see it in his pupil
And this time when he get it he'll waste it on somethin' useful
Like getting juiced off a deuce-deuce of cokey
Keep it low key, known to pull a okey-dokey
Silly Goose, DOOM is too jokey
Damn he could really use a room or a hoe key
Egads, he got enough styles to start three fads
True dat, she bad, I wonder do she come with kneepads
What a call, what a real butterball
Either I get a strike or strike out, gutterball
Rock it like gear for the fall
With knives inside pockets, prepare for the brawl
Yeah y'all you could say its an earful
Beware, do not touch mic, be careful
And just like he said, I could'a told ya
MF, the holder of a boulder; money folder
It ain't funny, nigga
Money folder

[Outro]
The muscle-bound karate expert concealed a razor edge
Which could lop the head off of a marble statue once propelled
With notorious world takeover schemes and the most magnificent gadgets imaginable
Villains rapidly grew healthy cash flow
It is explained by a more comedic villain, the bald headed DOOM
This villain rose to incredible new heights of money-making, revenge and extortion
Such was the magnitude of the typical villain

This is no answer!
Very well then...
A duel to the death



@nisidizo7666

have fun
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone
After you who's last, it's Doom, he's the worst known
That'll have your boom blown or even thirst bone
Rock it to a worst clone, just don't curse the throne
Own his own microphone, bring it everywhere he go
So he can bring it to you live in stere-ere-o
Pan it, can't understand it, ban it
The underhanded ranted, planned it and left him stranded
The best, any who profess will be remanded
Yes sir, request permission to be candid? Granted
I don't think we can handle a style so rancid
They flipped it like Madlib, did a old jazz standard

Don't mind me, I wrote this rhyme lightly
Off of two or three Heines, and boy was they fine, G
One Black, One Spanish, One Chinese
It keeps the woody shiny year round like a pine tree
Don't sign me I'm about to get a mil without em
Grab him off the shelf, he's the villain, and what about him
So and he's a jerk and you don't know him
Mad how he expand work but won't show 'em
Poor guys, what a sight for old, sore four-eyes
Now hook me with two apple pies and a small fries
All rise, so far art as a Rupple
So raw break it down and make quadruple
It's crucial, you could see it in his pupil
And this time when he get it he'll waste it on somethin' useful
Like getting juiced off a deuce-deuce of cokey
Keep it low key, known to pull a okey-dokey
Silly Goose, Doom is too jokey
Damn he could really use a room or a whole key
Egads, he got enough styles to start three fads
True dat, she bad, I wonder do she come with kneepads
What a call, what a real butterball
Either I get a strike or strike out, gutterball
Rock it like gear for the fall
With knives inside pockets, prepare for the brawl
Yeah y'all you could say its an earful
Beware, do not touch mic, be careful
And just like he said, I coulda told ya
MF, the holder of a boulder, Money Folder
It ain't funny nigga
Money Folder



All comments from YouTube:

@williammeier91

"Let he who is without sin cast the first stone
After you who's last, it's Doom, he's the worst known" Rip Daniel Dumile

@guidobruzzone7585

All Caps

@MMAMidora

Hardest opening line ever

@TEzlATEkkA

Thought it was gnome but known makes more sense.

@DivineBanana

​@@TEzlATEkkAlmao I mean he used the word "smurfberry" in his song before so doesn't seem like a stretch that he would say gnome too lmao

@jazz-influent

dont mind me I wrote this rhyme lightly off of two or three heinee's and boy was they fine G

@CannibalOx99

"He flipped it like Madlib did an old jazz standard " (funny jazz session) god I love this album

@danielcrase

* FIRE *

@visualprofessionals

read this comment on timing exactly right on when the lyric hit

@thebeastmeister3009

That percussive, instrumental jazz section is one of my favorite moments on the album. It's such a fascinating sort of interlude before DOOM comes back on spitting fire.

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