Ryde or die, n***a!
[Verse 1: Sheek]
Yo if you gon' sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a n***a, might as well be a head
Cause if you target the LOX
You might as as well target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, ya puta muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherf**er rule
Enough to drop my chain in coffee and keep sh** cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly sh**, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, its to hand you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My sh** paid for, yours tagged
And every b**h you grabbed, Sheek been done bagged
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Hey yo I hope you ain't tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be f**in her in the mouth
Type of n***a buck at your house
Too slick, means she be s**in my dick
And before you know it, I'mma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die later
I been nice since n***as was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin me daps
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
Listen to y'all sh**, then listen to our sh**
Ain't nuttin y'all f*ggots could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all n***as ain't got sh**
Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the LOX dick
n***as thats narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Caine's cousin Harold
[Chorus]
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders
[Verse 3: Styles]
f** you and your son, y'all lower than scum
Show me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherf**er
S-P will spin the corner while you parle' with dun
I clap you, I clap him, and thats rule number one
s**in my dick, and I dont give a f** what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the f** you could get
Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all n***as ain't sayin sh** until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still f**in get it
A n***a that'll smack ya, f** around and clap ya
Styles P., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
[Verse 4: Eve]
Ain't no surprise n***as, only f** wit recognized n***as
Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies n***as
No tops, take em in all shapes and size n***as
No lie, prefer them ready do or die n***as
What? What you want? cutey starin at me like
"Damn, where you from?" You be comin at me like
"Can I get some?" Lick your lips for this brown sugar
s** me like a thumb, if you want, til I come, uh
[Chorus]
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders
[Verse 5: Drag-On]
I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often
Comma, burnin n***as often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin
Light a dutch wit the flames coma-toastin'
In my eyes you could see what summer's holdin
Realizin, every guy I'll fry or dead ride
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one buried, so you better run, hurry
Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of sh** you on?
You better throw your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through in a Yukon
Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all are half-a** dude
And we are one whole, and y'all n***as is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're they, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a backdraft
Cause my fire retire men (aight then)
[Verse 6: DMX]
Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how I love a slaughter
Plug your daughter, full of more holes than sponges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches
With these, I shoot the breeze, and extort
Enough ki's from the Cuban, to build a f**in fort
Caught up in somethin that I can't control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll that's swoll
Catchin' bodies like a cold, and I stay sick so face it
Make me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Waste it, in the f**in streets cause it ain't worth sh**
The undertaker take your a** under the earth quick, I
Love money, but the scramblin's hot
So I snatch up my man and hit the gamblin spot
Twenty grand has got, one n***a shot, one n***a less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his f**ing vest