DMX — Ryde or Die Remix

(Background talking) Knumskull (DMX) Yeah Yeah, now we on the west coast (nigga) Hooked up with my partners, Ruff Ryders To represent the turf Come to lay down the turf stories To represent real brothers gettin money, on the paper chase (nigga) We gon start off with my man, so, you know what I'm sayin, DMX let em know DMX: Niggas is gettin trampled on, what's all the fuss about? Suckin my dick so hard, I'm bustin in their mouth And then I stuff em out, four to the mid', fuck what I did With no regard for a bid, ripped you up, while you wit your kid Slid into the shadows, cause I'm dark like that I bark like that, jet black, but I spark like that Where ARE they at, when I get thirsty, shit Ain't a nigga strong enough to stand the worst it gets Bits, and pieces are all that's left Niggas so scared to death, they hold they motherfuckin breath Til I pass, cause they asked, and I smelled em The S-P-E-L-L-E-D T-H-E-M, I spelled em To make me have to swell one, eye up, lump up one head Catch a body with the shottie, pump up one dead Red alert, niggas is about to get hurt, do work To skirts, like a jag on the merk, ARF Night time is the right time for creepin Vandalize your crib, rape your wife while she's sleepin I been off the deep end, since I was semen That's why now, I'm such a motherfuckin demon! SCREAMIN, my bloody head off, shit on my mind I gotsta get off Can't even hold a joint, lest I let off A couple of rounds, from the big three pound, seven That's about eleven hundred as of now Chorus- (2 times) Yukmouth (DMX): We ride, side to side, die back to back, (nigga) Surrounded by a wolfpack, tryin to scrap with gats You betta ride or die, nigga ride or die, (uh huh, uh huh) You gotta ride or die, nigga ride or die! Drag-On: I put a grenade in your pocket to blow your arms out Put something black in your moms mouth, ya'll cats better calm down This rap shit is Drag-On's now, if I catch ya'll clowns No question what I axe (ask) ya'll clowns, I'ma gat ya'll down For the benjamin bills, I shoulda been killed I keeps it real though For these plats though I leave nothin but widows You're a gang, but so what, can you really bang with us? Be like a phone, cause we off the hook And ya'll better hang it up I stay high, but I don't plan to go to heaven I plan to burn like the furnace, til ya'll learn Even if it's with the burners Until your mom can dish straight, forget her son To give her the dick, tore a clip and I stripped her one For that's dragon, that's the one What's blastin, that's his gun Who's lastin, no one So if you splashin to blow one Like I said before, I'ma lock it down like Shaqula So make your sister be the ??? and none back to her Yukmouth: After midnight, busta niggas can't even hang out Niggas on the west, we put them dank things out Drive by and try to blow them fuckin brains out And cocaine drought Survive and reside with a new clique But use the same route Pull the range out Get brains pal, while I'm drivin Live and direct, front five and a tech Stash in the Range, but nine in the Lex Got bitches, shining baguettes, for me Grindin correct, for me Signin off checks, for me Send a bitch outta town, now she buyin the bricks, for me Passes from the brick, homie Keep grindin with your clique, homie Cause on top there's no way Cock your chromayy Stock your monayyy Feds caught the homayyy It's just the monay got coppers on mayyy Helicopters on mayyy, bust off the blockers phonayyy Ramshack this house, put choppers on it Bitches safe and shit, niggas takin shit Break his wrist, pistol whip and duck tape his bitch Chorus (2 times) Yukmouth: Bitch, to all my niggas locked in Rita and Simson We still the ice cream men Just switched it up from a truck to a great benz We made men, and kingpins, triple-beam men Give me a quarter key, I bet I flip a key By the weekend, our styles are grand theiven If not, niggas ain't leavin Unless they bleed the demon prayer from my deacon In front of the casket, you done it you bastard I pack mathematics to keep it crackin Head ride to ask it, BITCH! DMX: How-can-one-man-kill-so-many-and The-sin-be-plenty-before-the-age-of-20 Life ain't worth a penny in, my book faggot That's why I took faggot shit, I'm a crook faggot Fat loops leather jackets, I bag it, along with The jewels smackin tools out the hands of fools On the strength that they don't know what they holdin Niggas called me TAILOR cause the WAY that I be sewin Shit up cause I get up, off my ass and SKATE Makin more moves than U-Haul, from state to state I speak the GREAT, and if a nigga tells you different You turn around you ask the nigga, "FUCK is you be sniffin?" Cause when it come to riffin, I am the riff raffin Gots to say nuttin, niggas know they get half And I can still laugh, at those who's toes I'm steppin on Disrespect and pulling out a weapon on Nice joint, I know you wish you coulda kept it on But that's another story, don't even sweat, it's gone (echo gone)