Spoken: Your cash ain't nothing but trash (Take 1). Here we go. Yeah, you may have heart about the gangster of love and the space cowboy, but I'm gonna whip a cat on you right now who's had more trouble, trials and tribulations. 

One, two, three, hey 
Yeah 
It's alright 
Look here 

I was walking down the main track 
One night 
I met a fine chick 
She was built just right 

She stopped when I flashed my roll 
I told her she could have all of my dough 

She turned around and with a frown 
She said this ain't no circus 
And I don't need a clown 

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash 
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash 
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash 
And there ain't no need in your hangin' around 

Just to make a hit with that chick 
I tried to get a Cadillac right quick 
The man at the place he looked so strange 
I had 900 bucks and some change 

We disagreed 
I tried to plead 
Well, he said I ain't a chicken 
And I don't need your feed 

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash 
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash 
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash 
Well, baby you're crawling way past your speed 

I was walkin' into town in my white bucks 
A man with a gun, he said hands up 
I tried to get away but too slow 
He got me and took all of my dough 

I heard him shout 
As he cut out 
Well you ain't lost nothin' 
What you cryin' about 

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash 
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash 
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash 
And he took my watch and I passed out 

I woke up in the arms of a big cop 
Police station 
Next stop 
Judge swung his fist down 
Plunk plunk 

$20 fine cause you're drunk 
Pick up the dough 
And you can go 
All I had was a buffalo 

Your cash ain't nothin' but trash 
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash 
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash 
But I'm sure gonna get me some more