They wrote a song about it! This shit was played over and over and over again in the nigger infested school I went too for middle school. >[Chorus: Layzie Bone & Bizzy Bone] Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the 1st of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the 1st of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the 1st of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the 1st of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up >[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] Hey, my niggas, we havin' a wonderful day And I won't front with ya, why? 'Cause it's the 1st of the month And now we smokin', jokin', rollin' blunts And sippin' on 40 ounces, thuggin' Come, come, we've got the blunts and rum From jumpin' all nights we high Hit up the block to where? East 99 I get with my nigga to get me some yayo Double up, "Nigga, what you need? We got weed to get P.O.D.'d, fiend for the green leaves" Double up for the first, fo' sho' better lay low 'Cause the po-po creep when they roll slow If you can't get away, better toss that yayo Keep your bankroll Yeah, we havin' a celebration, love to stay high And you better believe when it's time to grind I'm down for mine, crime after crime Fin to creep to the pad cause moms got grub on the grill And we got the 4-0, you know it's the 1st of the month And, my nigga, we chills for real >[Chorus] >[Verse 2: Bizzy Bone] Wake up, and I see that my sister was already dressed She said: "I'ma run and go get my stamps Watch and make sure no one snatches my check" Nigga, that's the mailman Sort through the mail and put it up into me pocket So I be hittin' the 99 to get me a dub for 40 duckets But ain't no bucket ride that RTA, hop on the 10 to the Clair Ready to get 'em up with-a me thugs And to cash that dum, man, I gotta get paid Playa, playa, holla, holla, St. Clair got much to offer Whether it be weed on 93 Or off on the Glock-Glock for some dollars So, get a bag of dope and a quarter O, oh Most all of my niggas got the same And we gonna roll it all up to smoke Hittin' that reefer hydro, you know the cut so fuck them po-po Toss all that yayo then roll with a pound and stay low Runnin' through the alley and into the mêlée Up on the second the sun down Those run from January November December I'm lovin' the 1st of the month >[Chorus] >[Verse 3: Wish Bone] Gotta grind, gotta get mine In the hood that I claim and I slang on that double 9-9 Gotta find them dubs Gonna get a 40, can a thug get love? What's up? Try to slang on my corner Nigga, you's a goner: St. Clair niggas don't like that And sellin' them dummies, makin' that money Come back, nigga, get pap pap From the 1st to the 15th Niggas smoke plenty weed but I gotta save, gotta come up Put my rocks on the cut When I get high, nigga, blaze that blunt, huh Time to roll to the pad, count up my profits and add it to the stash Gotta watch my back, see for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool But never no shorts or no losses Dumpin', keepin' these niggas up off me See, gotta search the whole block Spend a couple of bills, thugs smoke a lot of weed on the 1st >[Chorus] >[Verse 4: Layzie Bone & Krayzie Bone] Wakin' up, feelin' buzzed, up early mornin', stretchin', I'm yawnin' Lightweight, bent, chugga-lugga take a 5th to the dome Instead I kick it with my trues But it's the 1st, so I'm gettin' me hustle on Hop on the phone, callin' up Krayzie Bone Wanna know, did your O.G. check come? Sure, put me down! I'ma hop on the bus with Biz (yo brother, let's get drunk!) And I'm comin' with blunt after blunt of the skunk Nigga T just put me down Oh God, how I love when the 1st come around Now I be freakin' me Black n Mild Headed cross town cause niggas, the 1st get celebrated Rushin' to the block cause I wanna get faded Lookin' all wild 'cause I'm gettin' me hair braided We heavy off into this game True to the 1st, just call me that pro slang Them nickels and dimes and 20's and 50's The 1st be the day for the dopeman Slangin' that cocaine, fool, and I'm workin' late tonight And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs 'Cause I got them rocks for them pipes Come, come with-a ease I gotta get paid on the 1st, gotta blaze up my spliff Get live with the Bone Thugs Poetic Hustlaz and the Graveyard Shift, on the 1st >[Chorus]