Ruff Ryders, Ryders Ryde or Die, 2
(Tugboats, over)
Ahh It's the second around motherfucker! 2, Ryde or Die, biatch! Gangsta nigga and we rock this motherfucker, you dig me? We the square of the motherfuckin streets! Double R, you cocksuckin of bitches! Yeah!
State yo' name gangsta (Big Dogg) you representin? (West coast) You gon' hold it down? (Please it nigga) Enough said then (hold up, biatch)
Mmm, let's make this Shine yo' boots and yo' pistols out yo best credentials cause thislll be the official for the Dogg and Big Swizz'll, nigga blow the whistle Smokin on some bomb-beeda smoke will getcha, hitcha, and you all get the picture Dig this, when was the time you seen me posted up West coasted up and sippin on Remi? Believe me, it ain't easy been (nah it ain't) wit jealous rap niggaz and these punk ass breezies Man, I couldn't what they told me when I first came in the but thangs done changed Call it what you to, keep the heat up on it East, Long Beach, California, spinnin a 'Tona Bangin on the corner, hot a sauna so you best to back up off me or I this ? on ya
State yo' name (Yung Wun!) you representin? (ATL shawty!) You gon' hold it (Damn right!) Well nuff then (Ease up, nigga)
pop a lot, actin like you got a lot wit all that fake ice on his watch, this nigga to get got Coming to my wit all that hot shit and his fake ass click I'ma put in him and bust his wig, I'm on some thugged out shit You be strapped boy, how you love that boy, act boy I'ma break yo boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boy up I'm cold hearted, damn right, I get retarded I'm a young'n and here, bitch I'm the hardest You can hoot, hide and that shit I'ma stay low, keep it and sho' to come up But when I bite you gone feel that there, it's real here Watch your boy, you might get killed down here I'm a Ride or Die nigga, put somethin in eye nigga Get beside it's bye bye nigga When it come to glock cockin and drop I'm the to hit the block and go to war wit the cops fuck nigga
yo' name gangsta (Scarface) Where you (Motherfuckin South) You gon' hold it down? (You God right) Enough said then
Heidi-hoe! Scarface and Don, pullin the strings to your Bringin terror wit beretta, I clutch in my palm I'm motherfuckers straight wit mine Guerilla tactics, guranteein my die worldwide army alert for all soldiers Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or over It's a stick up, so down on yo knees, cause I'm Don't disrepect it, you don't me nigga I'm the one these call on; when negotiations are halted, and the time comes for the of the bosses Make 'em an that can't refuse They don't comply, well now I'm bout to stank fools Fool, I guess these think they can't be moved Realizie they don't scare niggaz like thank they do You fuck wit me, I to fuck wit you World War 3 motherfucker, I you knew
State yo' name (Jadakiss nigga) Where you representin? (East dawg) You gon' hold it (Why wouldn't I?) said then nigga (Let's go)
If you wit the 'Kiss, you ain't gon' breathe The only I lick in the air is New Year's Eve Sonny from "Bronx Tale," you leave Get on yo' cheek then you meant to die when the gun start poppin then my temperature rise You know my style 20 niggaz wit 40 Nine years ago you was hollerin wild Now I'm in the rap game these honies out Never left the crack game still on a route I run the industry looking for enemies niggaz sound sick and Jada the remedy Get shot in yo' and mouth Can't see can't when you fuckin wit the heart of New York And that's fouler that pork And to wit the feds dog you know I the prowler to court Toast on my lap, got the Coast on my back, UH
How times must I tell you motherfuckers We ain't industry We in the niggas! You motherfuckin right! Ruff Ryders forever, yeah bitch, now
Ride or die, you talk it, we it (East COAST!) So ride or die, you it, we give it (West COAST!) so or die, you start it, we end it (Dirty SOUTH!) So ride or die, you talk it, we it (Mid WEST!) So or die, you want it, we give it (Ruff RYDERS!) So or die, you start it, we end it (Biatch!)
[ad libs for 8 Beatz] Yeah, Double are motherfuckers - Ryders!