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1. The Beatnuts are a hip hop group and production duo from Queens, New York City. Its current members are JuJu and Psycho Les. JuJu (born Jerry Tineo on December 4, 1968) is Dominican American from Corona and Psycho Les (born Lester Fernandez on April 10, 1972) is a Colombian American from Jackson Heights. The Beatnuts were originally a trio before Kool Fashion, now known as Al' Tariq, left the group to start a solo career. The Mighty V.I.C. (Groove Merchantz, Ghetto Pros) was also a member of The Beatnuts' production team for a while.
Early on in their career they produced whole albums for Posse members Common Sense and Chi-Ali. Their production is noted as some of the finest and most accomplished, if unheralded, in all of hip-hop, often intricately detailed (as in their finely honed work for Mos Def on two tracks from Black on Both Sides) but more regularly barnstorming, club-friendly, flourish-laden party music. Jennifer Lopez used their track "Watch Out Now" as the instrumental for her song "Jenny from the Block". The Beatnuts produced more songs for the artists they had previously collaborated with as well as Fat Joe, Suprême NTM and Da Youngsta's. At the same time, The Beatnuts made their name as remix specialists by remixing songs for MC Lyte, Da Lench Mob, Naughty by Nature, Jomanda and others.
The Beatnuts are noted for being unabashedly, bullishly ribald and in-your-face performers. Recent Beatnuts albums are characterised by more Latin influences.
Less known is they are considered part of the Native Tongues collective. The Beatnuts are the only Latino members of the Native Tongues collective. Although only peripheral members, they are routinely acknowledged by Q-Tip.
Thinkin' Bout Cash
The Beatnuts Lyrics
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They don't see what's going on
Right under their very feet
Below the ground
Ha...yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together
Screwball, Beatnuts collaboration
What check it, be a screw to a ball
And a beat to a nut, what
Who's the culprit? No shame in the game
Feel the pain but my rhymes
Get you numb like cocaine
It's the black rose, the life I chose
Getting hoes, pushing cum right out they nose
Check the visuals, kid, as I illustrate
Flow with hate i suffer but never get enough
Of this ghetto livin'
Can't give in, gotta get in where you fit in
Black blood within arm
Picture which is written
Gotsta spill the beans
I'm lurkin' out in Queens
Where niggas carry submachines
Under their jeans
Pumpin' heems, Jake separate into teams
Flashlight beams, they spotty, K-9's
Pistol-grip shotties
G-locks while thugs carry rocks
In their Reeboks
See lots of what's going on, holding on
But that's the last straw
I can't take it no more
The world is sick and
Queensbridge got the cure
Word up check it
If you thinkin' ‘bout cash
Then you're reading my mind
If you thinkin' ‘bout cash
Then you reading my mind
To all you jum jugglers, pimp hustlers
Murderers
Cops who's corrupting us, life of crime
If you thinkin' ‘bout cash
Then you're reading my mind
If you thinkin' ‘bout cash
Then you're reading my mind
Yo, how the fuck you gon' do
What I do? You ain't me you niggas hate me
You niggas keep your guns on safety
And lately
You fuckin' with my nerves and shit
With the way y'all been fuckin'
Up my work and shit
You heard right, my team put it on dirt bike
Money hungry Germans with no
Life who gun fight
We love this country in the worst way
We gon' bleed the bitch, corner to corner
Friday to Thursday
Jump off the highway when you see ten bikes
Poppin' wheelies from Corona
To Washington Heights
Fuckin' up my money ain't cool
Now I gotta lift you
You know this game got rules
Yo, Po, what's up? Tell me
What's on your mind, son
Word
Check it, I'm going all out, no doubt
Let me begin
Time to release the beast that rages within
I flips the script
I rip rhymes like none other
This is for my niggas
They buckwild for my brother
They've been fiendin'
While I was sitting back schemin'
Meditatin', 9-7, fuck a waitin'
A lotta niggas might seem rough
But they're a cream puff underneath
That gangsta lean stuff
I'm the authentic, come check my lyrics
Ain't no gimmicks or record company image
Rappers get blown up trying to take me out
I bust ‘em open and make
All their flavor leak out
My rhymes are razor sharp
Nothin' to play with the beats are nuts
So you critics can't say shit
If you thinkin' ‘bout cash
Then you're reading my mind
If you thinkin' ‘bout cash
Then you reading my mind
To you jum jugglers, pimp hustlers, murderers
Cops who's corrupting us, life of crime
If you thinkin' ‘bout cash
Then you're reading my mind
If you thinkin' ‘bout cash
Then you're reading my mind
Light the lah, we got mad trees
Lifted, in a cypher of parolees
Crazy sick, done visit
The wrong place at the wrong
Time and catch blizzard
Approximately 20 deep, Spanish kids
Tall boys are mannequins
Jake start panickin'
Calling in for backup, useless
Pigs get smacked up, UH, left toothless
Cut off their walkie talkie conversation
I'm a big figure, you a crab nigga
That's the situation
Pull out on your ass like a futon
Crush you like a crouton
Bag you like Louis Vuitton (my shit)
Tremble the walls of your neighbor
Transaction, pushing more keys
Than Paul Schaffer set for action
Smashing chickens with fat culos
Beatnuts and Screwball here to do y'all
Like that, baby what
Yo, Hostyle, you know what I'm thinkin'
If you thinkin' ‘bout cash
Then you're reading my mind
If you thinkin' ‘bout cash
Then you reading my mind
To all you jum jugglers, pimp hustlers
Murderers
Cops who's corrupting us, life of crime
If you thinkin' ‘bout cash
Then you're reading my mind
If you thinkin' ‘bout cash
Then you're reading my mind
Yeah, it be a ball to a
Screw, a beat to a nut, what
Y'all niggas don't want it
The lyrics to The Beatnuts' song "Thinkin' Bout Cash" capture the gritty realities of life in the streets, particularly in the neighborhoods of Queensbridge, New York. The song addresses the corruption, violence, and struggles faced by individuals who are living a life of crime. The lyrics emphasize the desire for money and financial success as a driving force for these individuals, while also highlighting the consequences and dangers that come with it.
The song starts with a reflection on how people are so consumed by the music that they fail to see the harsh realities happening beneath the surface. The collaboration between Screwball and The Beatnuts sets the tone for a gritty and straightforward narrative. The verses touch on themes of pain, numbness, and the dark side of the hustler life. The lyrics cleverly reference drug abuse ("getting hoes, pushing cum right out they nose") and the harshness of the environment ("niggas carry submachines under their jeans").
The chorus reinforces the central theme of the song, which is the obsession with cash and material success. It calls out various personas and elements of the corrupt system, including jugglers, hustlers, murderers, and corrupt cops. The lyrics convey a sense of frustration and determination to survive and prosper despite the challenges faced.
Overall, "Thinkin' Bout Cash" provides a vivid portrayal of the realities of street life, the motivation for financial success, and the harsh consequences that come with it.
Line by Line Meaning
People are so busy listening to the music
People are too distracted by entertainment to notice what's happening around them
They don't see what's going on
They are oblivious to the reality underneath the surface
Right under their very feet
Happening right beneath them
Below the ground
In the hidden depths
Ha...yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Introduction to the collaboration between Screwball and Beatnuts
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together
Applaud and show support
Screwball, Beatnuts collaboration
Screwball and Beatnuts working together
Be a screw to a ball and a beat to a nut
Unity and harmony between Screwball and Beatnuts
What check it, be a screw to a ball
Emphasizing the unity and collaboration
And a beat to a nut, what
Further emphasizing the unity and collaboration
Who's the culprit? No shame in the game
Questioning who is responsible without feeling any guilt or shame
Feel the pain but my rhymes
My rhymes can cause pain and discomfort
Get you numb like cocaine
My rhymes can make you emotionally numb like cocaine
It's the black rose, the life I chose
Referring to the persona or artistic identity
Getting hoes, pushing cum right out they nose
Engaging in promiscuous behavior and boasting about it
Check the visuals, kid, as I illustrate
Pay attention to the visuals as I express myself creatively
Flow with hate i suffer but never get enough
Despite the pain and suffering, I keep going
Of this ghetto livin'
The harsh reality of living in the ghetto
Can't give in, gotta get in where you fit in
Resisting giving up and finding a place to belong
Black blood within arm
Having a sense of belonging within the Black community
Picture which is written
Visualizing the story that is being told
Gotsta spill the beans
Need to reveal the truth
I'm lurkin' out in Queens
I am observing or waiting in Queens
Where niggas carry submachines
Where people carry illegal firearms
Under their jeans
Concealed within their clothing
Pumpin' heems, Jake separate into teams
Selling drugs and police dividing into groups
Flashlight beams, they spotty, K-9's
Police searching with flashlights and trained dogs
Pistol-grip shotties
Shotguns with pistol grips
G-locks while thugs carry rocks
Glocks are carried by criminals while others carry rocks as weapons
In their Reeboks
Concealed within their Reebok shoes
See lots of what's going on, holding on
Witnessing and enduring the struggles and hardships
But that's the last straw
Reaching a breaking point
I can't take it no more
I cannot tolerate it anymore
The world is sick and
The world is corrupted and flawed
Queensbridge got the cure
Queensbridge provides a solution or salvation
Word up check it
Listen and pay attention
If you thinkin' ‘bout cash
If you are focused on money
Then you're reading my mind
Then you understand my perspective
To all you jum jugglers, pimp hustlers
Addressing those involved in illegal activities
Murderers
Addressing those who commit murder
Cops who's corrupting us, life of crime
Police who engage in corruption and perpetuate a life of crime
Yo, how the fuck you gon' do
Questioning someone's ability to do what I do
What I do? You ain't me you niggas hate me
I am unique and you envy me
You niggas keep your guns on safety
You are cautious and careful with your firearms
And lately
In recent times
You fuckin' with my nerves and shit
You are irritating and bothering me
With the way y'all been fuckin'
The way you have been messing up
Up my work and shit
Ruining my work
You heard right, my team put it on dirt bike
My team handled the situation aggressively
Money hungry Germans with no
People who are greedy for money, similar to Germans
Life who gun fight
People who engage in gunfights for survival
We love this country in the worst way
We have strong negative feelings towards this country
We gon' bleed the bitch, corner to corner
We are going to exploit and take advantage of this place
Friday to Thursday
Every day of the week
Jump off the highway when you see ten bikes
Avoid confrontation with a group of bikers
Poppin' wheelies from Corona
Showing off tricks while riding motorcycles from Corona
To Washington Heights
Covering a large distance within New York City
Fuckin' up my money ain't cool
Interfering with my income is unacceptable
Now I gotta lift you
Now I have to retaliate against you
You know this game got rules
You should be aware of the rules and expectations in this lifestyle
Yo, Po, what's up? Tell me
Addressing someone named Po to provide updates
What's on your mind, son
What are you thinking about, my friend
Check it, I'm going all out, no doubt
I am fully committed, without any hesitation
Let me begin
Allow me to start
Time to release the beast that rages within
Time to unleash my inner passion and aggression
I flips the script
I change the narrative or approach
I rip rhymes like none other
My rhymes are unparalleled and exceptional
This is for my niggas
This is dedicated to my close friends
They buckwild for my brother
They are loyal and supportive of my comrade
They've been fiendin'
They have been craving or yearning for something
While I was sitting back schemin'
While I was strategizing and plotting
Meditatin', 9-7, fuck a waitin'
Reflecting, in the year 1997, refusing to wait
A lotta niggas might seem rough
Many individuals may appear tough or intimidating
But they're a cream puff underneath
But they are actually soft and weak
That gangsta lean stuff
That tough and intimidating demeanor
I'm the authentic, come check my lyrics
I am the genuine and original artist, examine my lyrics
Ain't no gimmicks or record company image
There are no tricks or manufactured image for commercial success
Rappers get blown up trying to take me out
Other rappers get destroyed when they challenge me
I bust ‘em open and make
I expose their weaknesses and vulnerabilities
All their flavor leak out
All their skills and charisma fade away
My rhymes are razor sharp
My lyrics are precise and cutting
Nothin' to play with the beats are nuts
Nothing to toy with, the beats are exceptional
So you critics can't say shit
So the critics have no valid criticism
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@fernmalo9548
It's about time that this track is on YouTube
@marqosmarqos1201
No doubt. I've been searching for it for years. Dopest Beatnuts song.
@SandroSolon
Word
@sammygunzz5785
They did before. But then they took it down for a few years. Sometimes its copyright issues with the artists. Not that uncommon these days because artists are hardcore on royalty payments. Thanks 4 the upload tho!
@equal4206
FR
@ogjohnnydeath
@@marqosmarqos1201 in waiting for thinkin bout cash to appear...hopefully soon
@howardjones3466
Most underrated track. Brings back some serious memories of cold NY winters
@nathanharris7815
Remind me of cold Winters in Baltimore. I've been in Vegas since 2004 and I miss wearing full length leathers and Gore-Tex sweat suits.
@ajtowin
This like a Queens anthem right here 😂💯🗽