C.R.E.A.M.
Method Man Lyrics


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What that nigga want God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives them niggas got garbage down the way, word up
Know what I'm sayin'?
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check this ol' fly shit out
Word up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go
(Dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to G off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one
And that one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin' woolas at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin' keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or here go the TEC-9
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

It's been twenty-two long hard years, I'm still strugglin'
Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin' going upstate's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear
Neglected, for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.




Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Overall Meaning

The song C.R.E.A.M. by Method Man is a depiction of the struggle for survival in a world where cash rules everything. The opening lines of the song establish this central theme by suggesting that even God is interested in cash, with the singer warning his companions to look out for cops, highlighting the omnipresence of the law when it comes to the economy. The entire song is structured in a way that highlights the desperation and struggle of people living in poverty, with the singer detailing his own personal experiences of growing up in a crime-ridden neighborhood.


In the first verse, the singer reflects on his childhood and the hardships he faced, such as his mother bouncing from one old man to another. He talks of starting to sell drugs to get by, and reminisces about his dreams of being able to make more money to escape the harsh realities of life in poverty. However, he is eventually caught and sent to jail. In the second verse, he reflects on his present, detailing how he has learned to survive in the brutal world he finds himself in.


Overall, C.R.E.A.M. is a powerful commentary on the dehumanizing effects of poverty and the struggle that people in this situation have to go through to make ends meet. It is a reminder of the importance of empathy and understanding, particularly for people who are living in poverty, and a call to action to address the systemic issues that underlie this kind of cyclical poverty.


Line by Line Meaning

What that nigga want God?
Asking for someone's desire or intention


Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
Stay alert, the police are nearby


(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby
I sell drugs and I'm offering a deal to customers


Word up, two for fives them niggas got garbage down the way, word up
My drugs are superior in quality compared to others around


Know what I'm sayin'?
Do you understand me?


(Cash Rules Everything Around Me C.R.E.A.M. get)
Money is the driving force of everything in my life, so I must obtain it


Yeah, check this ol' fly shit out Word up
Listen to me, I am about to tell you something impressive


(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
Let me take you on a journey that comes naturally to me due to my lifestyle


(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go (Dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!
Let's proceed and get this money, this is serious business for me


I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive
I come from a dangerous neighborhood in New York City where survival was not easy


Had second hands, moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land
My mother had to rely on old, used things and left her boyfriend for a new start in a safer place called Shaolin


A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to G off was drug loot
As a young teenager, I wore gold jewelry and designer clothes, and the only way I could make money was by selling drugs


And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one And that one, pullin' out gats for fun
My friends and I carried guns for fun and rode around town


But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smokin' woolas at sixteen
My wild lifestyle as a teenager was fueled by my addiction to smoking cigarettes and marijuana


And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes
I committed break-ins and robberies, taking high risks and escaping through dangerous exits


No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed
I would do anything to sell and obtain crack cocaine and marijuana, which caused me physical harm


No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts
I would hustle and rob people, specifically targeting white males in public places


My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather
My life did not improve and remained difficult, as tough as an old leather jacket


Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
I realized that my way of life was not sustainable, so I joined a dangerous gang and took drastic actions


Catchin' keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
We obtained drugs from overseas, and made $40,000 every week driving around in our MPVs


Yo nigga respect mine, or here go the TEC-9 Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now
Respect me and my gang or face the consequences, as I pull out my gun and threaten to shoot


(Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all)
Money is the sole purpose of everything I do, and I will do whatever it takes to get it


It's been twenty-two long hard years, I'm still strugglin' Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival
I have been struggling for over two decades, barely surviving but still alive


I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep
I analyze the dangerous environment and stay aware of how the world works because it is complex


A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M. Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15
I had dreams of making money and obtaining wealth, but my plans fell short when I was arrested as a teenager


A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not
As a young man, I sold drugs to make up for my lack of resources and tried to obtain what I did not have


The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin' going upstate's my destination
The legal system did not give me a fair chance, and I am facing imprisonment, with my destination being a state prison


Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
I was transported to prison with many other young people, a life that should not have been so difficult


But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell
I realized that life is like a prison, and the world is not much different from being behind bars


Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base Smokin' bones in the staircase
I evade the police every day while selling drugs and smoking marijuana in a stairwell


Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
I do not know why I started smoking marijuana, but I suppose it helps me forget about my problems


But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Despite smoking marijuana, I am still unhappy and question whether it is worth it, so I seek advice from an older, wiser person


Who explained working hard may help you maintain To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
The wise person advised me that hard work can bring stability, and learning to overcome hardships can bring peace


We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Our neighborhood is full of dangerous people, corrupt law enforcement, and addictive drugs, with violence being a constant threat


Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth
I will be an example for young black people and tell them the harsh reality of life


But shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear
However, young people continue to engage in destructive behavior and do not listen to my advice


Neglected, for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic
My advice may be ignored for now, but it is important for people to understand that life is difficult and chaotic




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: RAY CASH, DENNIS D. COLES, ROBERT F. DIGGS, ALEXANDER M. FITTS, GARY E. GRICE, LAMONT JODY HAWKINS, ISAAC HAYES, JASON S. HUNTER, RUSSELL T. JONES, MATT PENTTILLA, DAVID PORTER, CLIFFORD SMITH, COREY WOODS

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Lost in the labyrinth of cobblestone alleys, I heard the unmistakable basslines echoing from a hidden courtyard. Curiosity piqued, I followed the sound and found myself in the midst of a impromptu Wu-Tang cipher. Method Man's gravelly voice cut through the thick Parisian air as RZA worked his magic on the decks.

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