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The song was produced by 4th Disciple.

With the state of the world feeling highly volatile at the moment, it's difficult to focus on music during such times.

Yet hip-hop can be an escape, a voice of the marginalized, an entry point for those willing to experience and understand new cultures.

As such, it's among the most important tools we have, and taking solace in a classic record feels like an important reminder of the great art made by talented Black minds.

As it happens, today marks the twenty-third birthday of the Wu-Tang Clan's sophomore album Wu-Tang Forever, and while there are plenty of tracks to choose from, there's something undeniable about the simple pairing of Raekwon, Method Man, and Ghostface Killah spitting bars over a RZA instrumental.

"Cash Still Rules/Scary Hours" opens with an excellent verse from Rae, who proves his worth as one of hip-hop's brilliant storytellers, deftly weaving vivid images together with a masterful touch.

While Meth and Ghost put in work, Rae stands tall as the MVP, spitting lines like "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 n***as." It's not easy to follow "C.R.E.A.M" with a sequel of sorts, but given the elite caliber of participating emcees involved in "Cash Still Rules," it remains an underrated part of the Wu's legendary catalog.

Wu-Tang Clan - Cash Still Rules / Scary Hours (prod.

4th Disciple) Lyrics.

[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 pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East Posing like he rapping out... 4th Disciple


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