With plenty of money and you. It's the root of all evil, Of strife and upheaval. But I'm certain, honey, that life would be sunny Well, baby, what I couldn't do In spite of the worry that money brings. Just a little filthy looker buys a lot of things.

Because they trod the rocky road Got to get a place fi ghetto youths fi rest dem feet Down through the roots of the one called King David Now praise up the Almighty, no deal with devilism Now I say love and harmony, is what we need upon the street

Get away with your guns now Money money money Root of all evil Trendy Wendy's you know what I mean Hangin' around with girl who's rolling up her jeans She watches her street crack 'cause she's no dummy Through rocking the microphone and she's calling me

Take all of me And help to give me strength to face another day Help me be what I can be I can feel my body breaking Proud enough for you to call me arrogant Greedy enough to be labeled a thief Angry enough for me to go and hurt a man Cruel enough for me