[Intro: Fatman Scoop]
  Yeah yeah yeah yeah what's up my niggaz
  This is Fatman Scoop
  Holdin' this down right here for my man O.C
  Harlem World and Brooklyn this town few
  O.C. is "makin' money"
  Peter Gunz is "makin' money"
  Lord Tariq is "makin' money"
  Fatman Scoop is "makin' money"
  
  [Verse 1: O.C.]
  I was on a ball court where niggaz sold crills
  In park jams at night with guns made plus spill
  Let me set the scene Bushwick cold, caught after dark
  Where .22 hand guns were bucked, now
  Thrust this back in, with rock shocks is emquiddish
  Never tan, wannabe Clarks stay with the shitted
  Cadi Coupdeville '79 heroin game was strong
  Heavy hitters with gold chains on
  Nowadays I always make niggaz into vultures (Blow)
  Another young nigga stiff like a sculpture
  Pen in the holster, no more o' that, niggaz I twist back
  You it for what you said in the rap
  Yo it's a shame, with all the bad shit tainted enough
  Lust, murder, deceat, hate life is dangerous
  
  [Chorus: Fatman Scoop]
  Yeah, yeah
  NYC is "makin' money"
  And the boys in LA is "makin' money"
  All the cats in DC is "makin' money"
  My crew in Norfolk is "makin' money"
  My team in Atlanta is "makin' money"
  All the cats in Detroit is "makin' money"
  All my boys in NC is "makin' money"
  My home-team in Miami is "makin' money"
  
  [Verse 2: Lord Tariq]
  Twelve thousand a day now that's less
  Fuck these fakes I'm the Lord
  You might've seen me on the ad
  "lunch and whip old george"
  Contemplatin' spots some veteran Bronx blocks
  Even doin' hand to hand tryin' to triple my grand, and
  The money came quick, rumor has it that a fiend
  Just died of my shit, they all bought the hit
  Eighty bottles a day kept the momses away
  But now we monsters, on city island
  We crackin lobsters with a good time investor
  Talkin in codes we sippin mexican siëstas learnin the roads
  And he expect, me was the best from the stories I told
  And how my block generated more money than gold
  Time related, but innovated, bound to grow old
  And how the New York blocks made, my warm heart cold
  Ain't no time to foe the nigga said he got bricks
  Goin once goin twice, nigga sold
  
  [Chorus: Fatman Scoop]
  All my shout out cats is "makin' money"
  My peoples from the Bay is "makin' money"
  All my cats in DA is "makin' money"
  And my team from Houston is "makin' money"
  What the deal yeah
  
  [Verse 3: Peter Gunz]
  You cowards like to boast but I ain't seen no pause of the mu-lah
  You talkin that tough shit, you new niggaz is cool-ah
  My man got about two hundred mill in the trunk
  And a third of that will be in my bank in about a month
  I'm the part of the Bronx with provejects cheques in a
  I'm in the back enhance sippin Baileys gettin ben-ah
  I fiend in negativity you playin them games
  Stop beatin around the bush nigga say my name
  I, Peter Gunz, slash the Bronx top ten
  I gun a bitch off and slice his dick up in her friend
  I reach for the nine to blind niggaz if they hit it
  You can have twenty mill in the bank and still get it
  Like; up your back and around your neck (Whoo-haa)
  That's all I hear when I'm wavin my tec
  Motherfucker bullshittin I'm hittin the bangin switches
  And I got a gang of ritches for all you stinkin bitches
  
  [Chorus: Fatman Scoop]
  All my cats out of Queens is "makin' money"
  My team from Harlem World is "makin' money"
  Yeah my Boogie Down Bronx is "makin' money"
  All my peoples from Brooklyn is "makin' money"
  
  [Verse 4: O.C.]
  I be that slick kid, with gold teeth
  Shinin of ya forehead, beef?
  I don't think you want it, chief
  I'm O.C. swing fly, dialog like Tarzan
  Swamming like Shazamm on this year jam
  Kinda mint like Zush, I'm a Prince like Shaka Zulu
  With the hair on my Bronx, beatin me fruits
  Me, blessin this joint is like God
  And writin a New Testament
  Didn't see me writin it is the evidence
  I, I exhault til rappers forfeit
  Mouth like I battle words, bust like a four-fifth
  Brings you a tenner when I send a slug to ya midriff
  Hands up for you poppin that shit
  Now if I miss six shots you gotta deal with Gunz
  And if he miss, Lord Tariq will cold give you the runs
  But I doubt we all miss it's like game for us
  Three New York niggaz that's Dangerous, what
  
  [Outro: Fatman Scoop]
  Yeah without a doubt O.C. Worldwide Megalive
  London, Amsterdam, Denmark, Japan
  O.C. in the Lexus land yeah you don't stop
  Peter Gunz in the house you don't stop
  Lord Tariq in the house you don't stop
  O.C. in the house you don't stop