Cash Still Rules/Scary Hours
Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics


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Shake them niggas
Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout
Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields
She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggas
To Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans
Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known Tone
A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition
Whattup, Corleone smoke the bone Tone phone me
Whattup he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only
Grady with the gray beard, transport for him
Rockin Nike at? Rastafarianburg, pipin that
Switchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses
Frontin like he's sittin on a lump he's sittin on junk
You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies
You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies
Names arraigned, the century fox, little Glocks
Them niggas with stocks, wail on your blocks
Rich lifestyle, spoiled like an ordinary white child
But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now
Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate
Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer
He's a slave cop, behave pop
Blue suits who bay stop us blow that cat
At the Purple Haze spot

I remember stickin fiends at the one-six-ooh
When we was starvin, duckin five-oh, payin em dues
Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in
We warrin and cage dodgin, rippin and robbin
Got the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in
Your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron
That's somethin niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun with bad intention, and Wu-Wear garment
So I see no need to mention, the potency
Of a sting from a killa bee, kickin the battery
Out the back of them wisecracks
Distorted for your get high you hijack
These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine
This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime
Keep these niggas on the run, peep my Clan emblem
Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from

Catch us swimmin with these sharks now, you rap villains
We feel the same way you feelin, let it be known (let it be known)
What the blood clot you niggas dealin, you crash dummies
Cash rules, still don't nuttin move but the money

Ayo strong arm that kid right there with wavy hair
Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square
Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight
Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't wait
Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marcy
Blazin' that Ted Rossi, up in The Marquee
He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses
Had him on the porch, ass no trousers
This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff
Same kid cryin' on the stand with Judge Cuffner
Kissed him with odd numbers three to nine style
Before he left he flashin' his face like Denzel
Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin his whip
Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater
His shape-up was all fucked up, as he had me laughin'
God you see how he was laid out, in the grass
With dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out
Blood leakin from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out
Big bolo, stackin his shit financed a Volvo
He copped his shit from a small, coffeeshop in SoHo




He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East
Posin like he rappin out

Overall Meaning

The opening verse of Wu-Tang Clan's "Cash Still Rules/Scary Hours" presents a gritty, violent picture of life on the streets. Wu-Tang Clan is known for their hard-hitting, no holds barred lyrics that paint an honest picture of life in the projects. The opening lines "Shake them niggas/Scary hours no money out" sets the tone for the rest of the verse, outlining the harsh reality of life in the slums where money is scarce and violence is a way of life. The lines "She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggas/To Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans" are particularly significant. The image of a wealthy drug addict willing to sacrifice her own family for a fix is a brutally honest commentary on the impact of drugs on poor communities.


The next verse continues in the same vein, describing criminal activities such as stick-ups, robbing and ripping people off, and drug use. The line "City overrun by young gun with bad intention, and Wu-Wear garment" speaks to the Wu-Tang Clan's influence on the streets. Wu-Wear, the group's clothing line, was a big hit at the time and became an emblem of streetwear, especially in New York. The message is clear: Wu-Tang Clan is taking over the streets, and if you're not part of the crew, you should watch out. The chorus "Cash rules, still don't nuttin move but the money" is a reminder that money is the only thing that matters on the streets, and everything else is secondary.


Overall, "Cash Still Rules/Scary Hours" is a raw, powerful track that speaks to the Wu-Tang Clan's influence on the rap game and their ability to paint an unvarnished picture of life in the projects.


Line by Line Meaning

Shake them niggas
Intimidate those guys


Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout
During the time when money is scarce, they drink Guinness Stout with force


Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields
They sell drugs (cracks), and use baseball bats (Lucille) to defend themselves and their business


She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggas To Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans
A wealthy drug addict who sells her family out and moves them to Queens. She also sells Guess jeans at an expensive price


Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known Tone
Contact Tone on the cellphone to regulate (control and organize) things


A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition
Wally is a skilled salesperson and also has physical abilities


Whattup, Corleone smoke the bone Tone phone me
Corleone smokes marijuana and Tone is asked to be called on the phone


Whattup he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only
If someone tries to sell drugs in their territory, they will be confronted with guns


Grady with the gray beard, transport for him Rockin Nike at? Rastafarianburg, pipin that
Grady, an old man with a gray beard, transports drugs. He wears Nike shoes and goes to Rastafarianburg (hypothetical place) to sell drugs


Switchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses
They drive different luxury cars and one of them wears ten-carat gold lenses


Frontin like he's sittin on a lump he's sittin on junk
Someone is pretending to have a lot of money, but he's actually just sitting on drugs


You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies
To gain a reputation in the criminal world either commit a robbery and use guns or wear yellow Wallabies shoes


Names arraigned, the century fox, little Glocks Them niggas with stocks, wail on your blocks
People with nicknames like 'Century Fox' and 'Little Glocks' are equipped with guns and attack rival gangs in their neighborhood


Rich lifestyle, spoiled like an ordinary white child But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now
They have a luxurious lifestyle and are self-centered like some white kids. But they still shine (do well) and bring light to their community


Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer He's a slave cop, behave pop
To breakdown whoever opposes them even if it's God. Get the gun (nickel plate) and while doing so there is tension when mentioning Dryer (hypothetical person). They consider the police as slaves and low in value


Blue suits who bay stop us blow that cat At the Purple Haze spot
If police in blue suits stop them, they will kill them. It's a warning for them to stay away from their drug selling spot (Purple Haze)


I remember stickin fiends at the one-six-ooh When we was starvin, duckin five-oh, payin em dues
They remember robbing drug addicts when they were starving, avoiding the police (five-o) and paying their dues in the criminal world


Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in We warrin and cage dodgin, rippin and robbin
Life is difficult in their neighborhood with limitations (barred in). They are fighting, avoiding being locked up and stealing


Got the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in Your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron
The NARC (narcotics officers) are sabotaging their drug business by inserting fake drugs (slippin cracks) and infiltrating their organization. The person who was supposed to be on their side is now snitching


That's somethin niggas can't pardon City overrun by young gun with bad intention, and Wu Wear garment So I see no need to mention, the potency Of a sting from a killa bee, kickin the battery
They can't forgive the aforementioned behavior. The city is full of young criminals wearing Wu Wear clothes. They don't need to explain how deadly they can be. They are like killer bees that can deliver a powerful blow


Out the back of them wisecracks Distorted for your get high you hijack
There are hidden messages/smoke signals in their words. They distort their words to avoid detection by authorities. They take control over their customers by providing drugs


These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime Keep these niggas on the run, peep my Clan emblem Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from
They own the skies, not their enemies. This is the time for dirty and ruthless criminals. They keep their enemies on the move and intimidate them with their emblem. The person with Iron Lung (a fictional disease) doesn't have to explain what will happen next


Catch us swimmin with these sharks now, you rap villains We feel the same way you feelin, let it be known (let it be known)
They are swimming with dangerous people now (sharks), and rappers should feel intimidated by them. They understand what the rappers feel towards them and want to make it known


What the blood clot you niggas dealin, you crash dummies Cash rules, still don't nuttin move but the money
They don't understand what kind of business the rappers have (blood clot). They consider them reckless (crash dummies). They live by the rule that money is everything and nothing can happen without money


Ayo strong arm that kid right there with wavy hair Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight Summer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't wait
They tell someone to use force to rob a person named Billy Johnson, who has wavy hair. They steal his Puma shoes and his name tag, causing him to lose everything. They started a fight in 1988 and couldn't wait to do so


Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marcy Blazin' that Ted Rossi, up in The Marquee He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses Had him on the porch, ass no trousers
They suggest asking Dorothy about a person who acted cowardly (pussied up) in the Marcy neighborhood. He was smoking marijuana in a club called The Marquee and lost about 100 ounces of drugs. The police raided his houses and caught him without pants on the porch


This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff Same kid cryin' on the stand with Judge Cuffner Kissed him with odd numbers three to nine style Before he left he flashin' his face like Denzel
An overconfident person who got caught in a new way of legal trouble. He cried in front of Judge Cuffner with an odd number sentence between three to nine years. He showed off his face like Denzel Washington before leaving


Richard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin his whip Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater His shape-up was all fucked up, as he had me laughin' God you see how he was laid out, in the grass
Richard Dale stole someone's fur coat and drove away. Mussy (a person or a gun) was dropped and fired at him, wounding him. They laughed at his messy haircut. They took a look at his injured body lying on the grass in amazement


With dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out Blood leakin from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out Big bolo, stackin his shit financed a Volvo He copped his shit from a small, coffeeshop in SoHo
They found the person who was wounded and unconscious with dirt in his mouth, and Slim made him regain consciousness. His smile showed that he didn't care about being injured, imagining himself shooting guns. Another person named Big Bolo, who made money and bought a Volvo car, got his drugs from a small coffee shop in SoHo


He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East Posin like he rappin out
One guy is still a coward and sells his low-quality drugs on the Lower East Side. He pretends to be a rapper




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, COREY WOODS, DENNIS DAVID COLES, SELWYN DAJUAN BOUGARD

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Rog

[Intro: Raekwon]
Shake them niggas

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout
Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields
She's a rich fiend sacrifice her fam shift them niggas
To Queens
Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans
Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known Tone
A Wally kingpin who also slam the strike edition
What up? Corleone smoke the bone, Tone phone me
What up? He tried to slang there, address him with chrome only
Grady with the gray beard, transporting for him
Rocking Nike Air, Rastafarian bird, piping that
Switchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses
Fronting like he's sitting on a lump, he's sitting on junk
You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies
You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies
Names arraigned, they're Century Fox, little Glocks
Them niggas with stocks, wheelyin' blocks
Rich lifestyle, spoiled like an ordinary white child
But right now, Sun it still shine, shed light now
Breakdown, liquidate God, fucking grab the nickel plate
'Spenser: For Hire', tension when we mention Dryer
He's a slave cop, behave pop
Isuzu Beige Top will blow that cat at the Purple Haze spot

[Verse 2: Method Man]
I remember sticking fiends at the one-six-ooh
When we was starving, ducking five-oh, paying 'em dues
Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in
We warring and cage dodging, ripping and robbing
Got the NARC sabotaging, slipping cracks in
Your camouflaging, now you snitching on the squadron
That's something niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun with bad intention and Wu-Wear garment
So I see no need to mention, the potency
Of a sting from a killa bee, kicking the battery
Out the back of them wisecracks
Distorted for your get high, you hijack
These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine
This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime
Keep these niggas on the run, peep my Clan emblem
Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's coming from

[Bridge: Method Man & La the Darkman]
Catch us swimming with these sharks now, you rap villains
(I feel the same way you niggas feeling)
We feel the same way you feeling, let it be known (let it be known)
What the blood clot you niggas dealing, you crash dummies
Cash rules, still don't nothing move but the money

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair
Billy Johnson snatched him out his whip in Times Square
Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight
Summer '88, started a fight, that can't wait
Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marcy
Blazing that Ted Rossi up in The Marquees
He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses
Had him on the porch, ass no trousers
This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff
Same kid crying on the stand with Judge Kuffner
Kissed him with odd numbers three to nine style
Before he left he flashing his face like Denzel
Richard Dale took his Beaver, Un threw up all in his whip
Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater
His shape-up was all fucked up, Heze had me laughing
God you see how he was laid out in the grass
With dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out
Blood leaking from his teeth he smiled like he gummed out
Big bolo, stacking his shit, financed a Volvo
He copped his shit from a small coffee shop in SoHo
He still is pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East
Posing like a rap nominee..



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