Ryde Or Die-vol. I

[dmx]
Wooh
Come on
Wooh
Uh, uh, wooh
Come on
Wooh

Uh, uh uh
Man, i hear you niggas talkin
But'choo walkin the wrong way to really mean it
I done heard it, i done seen it, don't get caught up in between it
Its a dark road you walkin on, same street that i be stalkin on
Suppose to be quiet, but you keep talkin on
Now ya mouth got you in some shit
So we gon' let everybody see your gangsta ass get smaked like a bitch
Guess i'll remind y'all niggas, i can find y'all niggas
Click click, whats up, walk up right behind y'all niggas
Once the four four hit'cha
You ain't going no where but out the door on a stretcha
Boy, i'ma get'cha
Wet y'all niggas up like a pool
'cuz i done told you, y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Yo knock get the glock, these bitch niggas is actin
Making movies, we'll make a movie about this shit after is happened
All that yappin, that them niggas is gettin away with
Take it easy my friend, let 'em know, dog ain't to be played with

Chorus: dmx

A nigga gotta take a girl with the back
I'm fuckin with the hood and i'm back
I wish you understood why i'm back
It would take a lotta pressure off my back
A nigga gotta take a girl with the back
I'm fuckin with the hood and i'm back
I wish you understood why i'm back
It would take a lotta pressure off my back

[dmx]
Uh, uh, uh
Most of these hard rocks turn out to be soft as wet dog shit
Talkin shit, but when the fog spits, dog they all split
Then all hit the ground around the same time
In the same frame of mind, ?thangs up in the nine?
Left them bitches blind, hit 'em up from behind
Yeah, thats how you do that
And he had such a good head up on his shoulders, but i blew that
Fuck you black, you new cats don't know somethin important
You die quick fuckin with my shit, and my shits extortin
House rules, when i speak, y'all niggas listen
I drop jewels that y'all cats can't afford to keep missin
Drinkin ??? fueled by drugs
Shits about to get real outta hand dog, betta get ya man dog
Rap shit comes second, i'ma show you what a robber do
Mention ice one more time and i'm robbin you
Tie you up for a week starvin you
Beatin the shit outta you everday, cuz yo, these niggas gotta pay

Chorus

[dmx]
Uh, uh, uh
Dog it ain't no secret 'bout how its going down once i put on the pressure
It ain't nothing but another nigga put on a stretcher
With a blanket over his face, take him to the morgue with the waste
'cuz he was in the wrong place at the wrong time
So i gave it to him in his chest
In his throat, in his head, in his back, through his vest, yes
Ain't a whole lot to braking a nigga down fast
They call me black 'cuz thats how i'm gon' be on that ass
Y'all pussy niggas think y'all sweet
But ain't a fuckin thing going down til i eat
So can i beef? you betta while you still got teeth
'cuz they about to get knocked out, hopped out
On that ass with a blast that'll make ya shit drop out
Popped out, through a you know what
Cuz you know why, and you know my
Motherfuckin name up in this game
And bitch, you know i
Will never be crossed flippin, but on some east coast terms
New york niggas do, fuck the perms

Chorus

Yaaahoooooooooooooooo
Ooo yeah

<chorus>
I've been waiting (oh yeah)
Spend my time chasing
For your love (uh huh)
And it's going down tonight (it's going down tonight)

I've been waiting
Spend my time chasing (yes i did)
For your love
And it's going down tonight (it's going down tonight)

<verse 1>
What did you think you would do?
What did you think you'd say?
After i told you how i was feeling
Never thought i'd see this day
I always kept dreaming
Never let failure hurt my heart
I knew that you would soon see better
All i could do is hope and say
Is there a chance or possibility,
That i could get close to you?
I want to get romantic with you
Do all the things that lovers do
Finally all the things that i've done
To get the chance to be with you
It was sure 'nuff worth the wait
Tonight i'll be wrapped up in your arms

<chorus>

<verse 2>
I always kept wishing
I always kept praying
Good things come to those who wait
That's what momma always said
Baby that phrase stuck in my head
There's nothing i won't do
To please you
Given the chance, i'll do you right
Even inside i have to know
Is there a chance or a possibility,
That i could get close to you?
I want to get romantic with you
Do all the things that lovers do
Finally all the things that i've done
To get the chance to be with you
I guess it was sure 'nuff worth the wait
Tonight i'll be wrapped up in your arms

<chorus> x 2

Oooh
Oh yeah
Ooooh yeah
Hey
Baby
Oooooooooooooo
Oooh yeah
Ride or die
Walk on by
Oh yeah
Hey
Hey
Heeeey

<chorus> x 2

Busta rhymes:

Attention please, attention please
Can i have everybody's attention please
So humorous, we laugh at all ay'all
The alliance has now been officially formed
Ruff ryder, flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby
It's another headbanger

Swizz beats:

Swizz beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks
I be on the mp so much that my wrist's weak
Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here
Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches
Me and busta keep it tight like liposucion
Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'
Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches
You got that whodie, i'll cock that forty
Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it
Stop that shorty, i know you love me
Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money
Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors
Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up
Ryde or die volume two, smash the charts
Now put your hands in the air for the black mozart, oh!

Chorus: busta rhymes

(ohhhh), now come on
(screeeam), jump baby come on
Get your hands up, (what!), now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, (what!)
Now let me walk you through it
(ohhhh), now come on
(screeeam), jump baby come on
Get your hands up, (what!), now all my ladies do it
Get your hands up, (what!)
Now let me walk you through it

Busta rhymes:

Y'all niggas try to front, i'll send my crew on a hunt
Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta rhymes, flipmode represent
For the ruff ryder, and my nigga swizz
And we gonna be here to present
Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet
Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And make you bounce how poncho will play the congo
And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From new york to colorado, so just follow
I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow
Open up your mouth, i got somethin' big for you to swallow
Blow you through the chest with a hollow
Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo
Yo, the general busta busta shock and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials

Chorus

Swizz beats:

Listen, flipmode and ruff ryders bang out hits
S-w-i two z's bang out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips
Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks
Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts
And iced up, nice cut, new pair of jordans
Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't important
Your camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'
My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans
(yo swizz, i heard you stole), whoa! listen man
Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man
See the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the wall
And a fifth in hand, i'll put your back on the wall
Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just wild in here

Chorus: 3x

New york, they ain't ready for it
A-t-l, they ain't ready for it
Oh, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it
Whoa, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it
My ladies
Millenium
Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that

Some people blonde peeps red benji something moving quickly
Out of town, how they gonna find her moving swiftly
5 steps ahead of the best, well that's nothing
20 steps ahead of the rest they left something
And i base not, want not, can't stand broads
Ridiculous niggas practice for the title 'hard'
Me, pick of the litter i was born to bubble y'all
Born to chain game, shit born to stand guard
Play games, you left nameless, fame ball
Promise that it's never painless, nigga be hard
Come and hope you can take the heat nigga, let's start
Strong as a stallion, babe you got a dog
And she feminine with pretty women friends, all dimes
Timberlands is how i like my men in all mines
Ruff ryde, you nigga hard head soft spine
Pass the word, must have stacks to cross lines

Chorus:
Don't want your dough, i don't want your car
Don't want your jewels, no not at all
With them other broads you might rule it all
Not with me, sorry boo i got it all (x2)

A chick is a chick a nut is a nut
And they always keep an attitude until you butter them up
Since i ain't gotta buy you stuff
Who's gonna hold you down if they try to run in here and tie you up
Now don't start flippin it, everybody know
We been had dough, ya just started gettin it
Money might make you grown
But you still need a dog to take you home and make you moan
You ain't gotta see the bank for loans
All i do is party and bullshit like when frank was home
And you got it all boo, i got it all too
A four, five, and a six, and they all blue
And i don't care what she thinks
If i offer you any ice love it'll be in a drink
And instead of talking about what you got and all that
Just make sure when i hit you, you call back

Chorus: (x2)

One touch will make a nigga blush on site
Grown men create a crush, nails they bite
It's a game, try to catch me, but only if you can
Takes a lot to impress the bombshell, don't want a man
And it ain't about the dough baby, eve alright
Cuz if eve want to fly away, eve take a flight
Eve hungry for a meal, baby eve get a bite
Be nice and you might get to see your daddy's life

Ma, i'm glad that you got it all, more for me
And i don't gotta pay for the puss i score for free
And the same thing i pulled on them i pulled on you
C'mon now, how you think i pulled your crew
Got my own crib so you can't kick me out
I call one of your friends to come twist me out
If you know jada- then you know what -kiss be about
Just for fun i hit the bank and pull fifty out

Chorus (x3) (fade to end)

[swizz] flesh, what's poppin' baby?
[flesh] chillin man, you know, you know how it is. holdin' down the dj crown.
[swizz] ok.
[flesh] heh. yeah....
[swizz] but yo i got a situation here man.
[flesh] alright, talk to me.
[swizz] you know i don't really talk that much, you know, i'm pretty a low type dude. but you know i be reading this, these magazines and all that.
[flesh] why da' hate man?
[swizz] yeah!
[flesh] why da' fuckin hate?
[swizz] yeah.
[flesh] you know what the problem is man? fuck da' haters. let 'em understand that swizz beatz has the crown and don't be upset.
[swizz] always.
[flesh] hows it going down? ryde or die part 2...it's gonna be ugly?
[swizz] frenzy...
[flesh] hehehehe. aiiight.
[swizz] word up, so you hold it down man, you know, come into the station, let me chicka, chicka, chicka.
[flesh] do what you need to do as you always do. shout to dee and waah, word up.
[swizz] word up.

<dial tone>

[swizz] what up bus, whats poppin.
[busta] fuck is the deal, my nigga?
[swizz] ain't nothin, you know we doing this man. these niggaz on. they hatin' on ya boy man.
[busta] niggaz is tryin to carry on ?
[swizz] no question.
[busta] aiight. well, first and foremost, all we really need to do to handle a situation like that...you send them niggaz to come see me. because i got a hand full of niggaz that stay doing noth
Real anxious lookin for niggaz like them kinda niggaz.
[swizz] right.
[busta] put one of them long black steel things in their fuckin mouth.
[swizz] no question.
[busta] it ain't even a problem nigga it can be dealt with accordingly. fuck them niggaz. let's show them niggaz how we do it on this next shit we about to bring in their fuckin' face. right now
A, flipmode/ruff ryder way nigga.
[swizz] aiiight. fuck 'em lets go.

Swizz beatz:
We know y'all out to drink 'til y'all throw up
We know y'all sittin' on 20's
We know y'all reppin' your hood
But how many y'all kill!!!

[twista]
Bounce that ass, load them cribs,
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz that, uhh, talk shit
While these muthatfuckaz be scummy and'll go for the money,
Ready to ride when they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the chevy's, thugs with the trucks,
The real gun runner never run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt,
Sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts
Hoes with ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from side to side
Niggaz if it's static, then pass me the strap,
Gonna ride 'til my ride
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, with the 'fedi,
Let's get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, fall out, gangstas, mob up
All the homeys on the block,
Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'lac, hustlin' pack,
Til a nigga bust, they bustin' back
Guys that'll roll them dice and win,
Girls with 'fits that show the skin
Real niggaz mind your best friend at the pen,
Real hoes let your best friend know about men
Cause i be squeezin' ass
And'll make a full glass disappear like a genie
Move to the lox and beanie,
While them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the world could see me
When i ruff ryde with drag-on
Rollin' up big babies in a mercedes,
If you want herb we got bombs

Chorus: twista (drag-on) (2x)

Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood
What do a nigga say when he say drag-on and twista (wanna kill me)
Gangsta (let's ride), hustla (feel me)

[drag-on]
By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight,
And this kid spit fire light
And the bitch i don' fucked like last night,
I don't give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic
Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine that i read,
Is when i buy my gun from it
How many bullets you could digest in that one stomach,
I suggest y'all run from it
And the click-click from the calico, i gotta go,
Make it pimp with a lot of hoes
I'm the same muthafucka that's countin' that dough,
Cookin' that coke to a pot of gold
Cause my rainbow, is every color top that crackhead cop,
I don't care i gotta cap me a cop
As long as i got enough money to cop me a drop, pop enough glocks
Drag open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep up on me
I run up on y'all in a cab with a meter on me
And the only on leavin' is me
And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze with me
All the roc is e-n-y-c-e, in the nyc with the white t
All i really do is argue,
Double f, r-y-d-e, d-r-a-g, to the dash o-n
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz soakin',
With your insides open

Chorus: twista (drag-on) (2x)

Swizz beatz:
Errrrrrr!!!!
Hold the fuck up!
Slow down!
Drag, twista, listen up
These muthafuckaz don't know what's real out here
(they damn sure don't)
This is volume 2 (volume 2)
Nigga, so, get ignorent!

Chorus: twista (drag-on)

[twista]
Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions impossible
When i up the block at you, i'ma pop at you
If your momma cry there's nothin' i could do
Should not've fucked with mr. illogical
When i'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it don't you break it
You booty to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you naked
I don' drunk a boo muthafucka, so you know i'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin witha a twista, it's a stick up

Drag-on (swizz beatz):
This where the shit pick up, let me load this clip up,
Lust pour me some liquor, flame-on and twista,
Let's see if you murdered who'll miss ya
I love the dirty south, that's why i gotta dirty mouth
That'll burn you out
Tell your bitch i got a dick that'll turn her out,
Especially when i tell her turn around
I don' hurt her now
Shit'll come back, and i think it's time to get murdered now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my shit
You gon' make me pull a all nighter
Standin' infront of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we won't miss ya, drag-on and twista
(puttin' it on 'em!)

[yung wun]
Man, y'all rap niggas is high fashion
Flashin, talker, no action
Read emcees like tv's with captions
Charts we smash on, guns we blast them
Spit fire like blow dryers and drag dash on
Your career won't last long, real name shawn lassiter
Four words for y'all, f type no passenger
Flow nastier, man you know what i mean
And i keep them diamonds shinin blue, yellow, and green
So the wrist look like a twister mat
Man, i cock the biscuit back and twist ya cap
Opps, clipped ya face just missed ya hat
This go out to those that think this just a rap
Well mister, address the gat and we'll address ya back
Nasty, nasty, spittin discusting raps
And i doubt that cha'll cats can fuck with that

Chorus:

You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will rough you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will touch you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will bust you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
You don't want no drummer boy

[larsiny]
I hate cops, and i like you even less
I turn your whole block into a bleedin mess
Niggas talk hard, and get an easy death
'cuz i pop buck shots like i'm ???
And i can tell you won't blow, gotta scary finger
All talk, no show, jerry springer
I don't care if you a skinny or a burly nigga
I'ma have ya face lookin like a blurry mirror
We shake your features, y'all make believers
And the eight'll make you shake like you fake the seizure
I ball of the scale, break the meter
And if you ever go to jail, they'll rape and beat'cha
Hold up, take a breather, i'm way too tough
Got kicked outta pre-school, played to rough
I straight grew up, i'm still a bully
Used to take your lunch money now i steal your jewelry

Ha, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay

Chorus

[yung wun]
Don't make me reach for these, i got heat to squeeze
Make your face melt like pizza cheese
You need to leave, 'cuz you don't stand a chance man
I get greasy like mechanic hands
Y'all niggas all sweet like candy yams
Clear blocks outs, hop out the family van
Lookin like a handy man, with tools on the waist
Put'choo in the ambulance with two's in your face
You'se a disgrace, you've never been hot
And i can tell how you talkin you ain't never been shot
Yo, its whatever or not, if you want it, its war
You can choose what i'ma use, the pump or the four
Then decide where you gon' die, trunk of the floor
'cuz i'ma tell the law i don't know nothing at all
I was just walkin my dog and discovered the ball
A lotta niggas think they hard, this is somethin for y'all

Chorus

Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay

Chorus

Ruff ryders niggas, blood in blood out (all aboard)
Sheek, methical, waddup niggas
Yo yo, hey yo
Soon as i cop the nine i pop the nine
But when i take it out the box i represent lox
Now when i flow hit the rewind button
So i charge em all when ya all at the door
Fuck heat, sheek walk around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that little foreman grill
How's it gonna look when i come through your block
Sheek, doc, meth on top
Force, 300 horse fly by, back open, pumpin how high (how high)
Can ya see that, you can call me whatcha want cuz "i'll be dat"
Get off my dick, i don't care about no jewels
As long as the condos paid and the truck i choose
I'm telling y'all niggas, if it's not double r
You can spell my name out on the side of the car

Chorus:
Come and ruff ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on now (x2)

I got a twin cam exhaust connected to the jaw
A five speed clutch on my paw when i write
I glow like the heads of light brite
3000 volts of lightning when ya fly the right kite
Me and meth be henessee, two ice cubes
We can draw (choose your weapon) or do i choose
When i choose the grip, one shot lose your hip
I hope your shoes fit for this movin pick
I avalanche the camp with 10 feet of snow
I'm cold blooded, my fam half eskimo
My flows move like indo, turn 10 nickels to 10 lows out of 10 stones
Ride the crash course, do the math on it
Swizz beatz you can ride amtrak on it
But i'm on it, grillin with george foreman
Your peeps is at the grammy awards corning
The eyes to fat wallet son i want it
And the helicopter warning before morning
Def jam nigga, redman nigga
Got fuck your momma on my sweatband nigga
You tough guys will get smacked in the club
With the gun that i bought from mack in the club
It's p-p-v from brick to brooklyn
Come on, bring me some more ass to whoop on

Chorus: x2

Look what the cat dragged in
Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror
Scooper high yeller, cinderella meth forever
Never rush a rhyme, hope to never bust my nine
But if i have to i have to
It's all in the mind, i stay ahead of time
While you're falling behind, trying to relight your line
It's a crime when i drop bomb lines design..
To tick tick boom, blow your mind
Yeah me, m-e-t h-the o-d done
Trying to find a penny in the seat
Nigga, run for cover son, go and get them guns
Y'all ain't from here, don't try to come around and get into one
Swizz beatz, the doc in the head, but i instead
Pull my dark gun and bust sixteen until it's dead
I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the chain
Yelling wu-tang, wu-tang

Chorus: x5
(fade to end)