Songtext I check my bank Sir Mix-A-Lot

I check my bank

Im peelin off domes with a baseball bat
Forty-four magnum, choice of gat
Mercury tip fillin up my clip
I can shoot him in the dome or I can get him in the hip
But boom, look at all the niggaz runnin out the room
Just another soldier, causin doom
No I dont bang but I like to wound... my enemy
Who is the enemy, Im glad you asked
Any motherfucker standin in my path
Got a bentley turbo, now you wanna jack
But remember, mack daddy is strapped
And when youre platinum, niggaz start dissin
Record companies think youre missin
But Im back *clap clap (gunfire)*
Im back *clap clap (gunfire)*
Im back and I got a bigger gat *click boom*
Now the positive rhymes is onnnn
And Im positively hittin that dome
You might want mine but you cant get mine
Rather put a hot nine right up in your behind
Im not the nigga that you wanna recoup
And I dont wear a giorgio suit
But Im down for my business so please dont step
You heard about my lawfirms rep, I check my bank

Chorus: dj punisher and sir mix-a-lot

Cash money, cash-cash.. money boom! here I am, rich
Checkin my bank
Cash money, cash-cash.. money boom! here I am, rich
Ahhhi checks my bank
Cash money, cash-cash.. money boom! here I am, rich
Straight checkin my bank
Cash money, cash-cash-cash-cash.... cash money

In the magazine I look like a dope man
Cause Im paid, and Im suckin up to no man
And in the rap game I gets no respect
Cause Im checkin more bank than the heat check
Yeah Im a pimp and my hoe is the system
Uncle sam might think I just dissed him
But nah Im just pumpin straight facts
You either be a mack, or you get macked
Some of the jealous wanna roll on the boss
But this hks keepin em tossed
Cause I duck them deuce deuce treys at point blank range
*automatic gunfire* attitudes get changed
Im about making these dividends
And every motherfucker aint my friend
And I check my back when I count my snaps
And niggaz that snatch get slapped
Girls wanna roll, thats cool
But Im not to be played that fool
Some niggaz think a brother with money is slippin
But Ive be down, so quit trippin
My goal, to increase the size of this bank
I hold, and bring up the brothers whose down
To roll, and keep all the shit under my control
Thats how Im livin, I check my bank

Chorus: dj punisher

Cash money, cash-cash.. money
Clockin more dollars than chase manhattan
*repeat 2x*

I check my bank *dj punisher starts scratch*
Cmon punish! cash money

A word to the cops, I cant be stopped
A word to my enemies, I dont drop props
A word to the klan, I dont pick crops
You can run up with your whip but youll just run up and get popped
A word to the tipper, rap wont fall
A word to the bourgeoise, fuck all yall
A word to apartheid you bouts to fall
You can kill a couple brothers but youll never get us all
Straight laced games what Im poppin at the new jacks
Mack daddy niggaz like to snatch fat sacks
I used to be nice with my rhymes, and now I drop dimes
*beastie boys scratch whats the time? *
Its time to get paid in the nine-two g
Recession never stopped a nigga like me
Im breakin no laws but Im livin on edge
Puttin ceos to bed
Business, straight yankin in dead presidents
Its like sellin dope, but the money aint bent
The game is stiff, but ima get mine
My set is a dollar sign, I check my bank

Yup, checkin my bank, fool, ha ha
Yup, I check my bank, sheeit
Straight checkin my bank
Cmon punish! *dj punisher starts scratchin*
Punish em! punish em!
Show these djs what time it is punish
Peace out yall, and Im checkin my bank
I checks my bank
I checks my bank, straight paid clown
Checkin my bank
I checks my bank!