C.R.E.A.M.

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C.R.E.A.M. · Wu-Tang Clan · Method Man · Raekwon · Inspectah Deck · Buddha Monk

The Essential Wu-Tang Clan

℗ 1993 RCA Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment

Released on: 2013-10-29

Associated Performer: Wu-Tang Clan feat. Method Man, Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, Buddha Monk
Scratches: 4th Disciple
Arranger, Mixing Engineer, Producer, Programmer: The RZA
Engineer: Ethan Ryman

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All Comments (21)
  • I hate when people ask who's still listening in 2018 or whatever the year is. Muthafuckas always going to be listening to Wu Tang no matter what year it is.
  • @suatkayatennis
    C.R.E.A.M = Corona Ruins Everything Around Me. ---- WuHan Clan
  • @samige338
    it took me a disappointing amount of time for me to realise that c.r.e.a.m meant "cash rules everything around me"
  • @Sol_VI
    1990: Gangsters tried to be rappers 2020: Rappers try to be gangsters
  • "Learned life is hell, living in a world no different from a cell."
  • I remember when my cousin got the vinyl back in 93, it was the smoothest record I ever heard with a gangster flow. Amazing 26 years later how timeless it is
  • The vibe I got as far as rap went; West coast was mostly about partying and how gangsta you were and how many hos you had etc, whereas East coast rap was more about survival and telling true stories. Love em both, I grew up in Cali but the East coast always had that more raw sound and feel.
  • This song makes me want to drive my car in Brooklyn at night in the rain It just gives you that vibe
  • @kazunowrld1600
    Who else hyped for Hulu to release that Original Show? 🔥
  • @vivianmoore7131
    They exploded onto the scene with this sick beat there will never be another Wu if you wanna debut on in the hip-hop world this is how you do it 👌🏾👌🏾
  • @JoannaBaray
    Lyrics I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive Had second hands, moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to G off was drug loot And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one And that one, pullin' out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend Started smokin' woolas at sixteen And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all Sticking up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is ruff and tuff like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick ass click and went all out Catchin' keys from across seas Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo nigga respect mine, or here go the TEC-9 Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all It's been twenty-two long hard years, I'm still strugglin' Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M. Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15 A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much Trying to get a clutch at what I could not The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin' going upstate's my destination Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough But as the world turns I learned life is hell Living in the world no different from a cell Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base Smokin' bones in the staircase Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth Who explained working hard may help you maintain To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear Neglected, for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me C.R.E.A.M. Get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all