Ruff Ryders

Eve: i use to be shy and now i'm a ruff ryder

Man: the ruff ryders, the ruff ryders, ruff ryders, i'm a ruff ryder baby, wussup

Eve: nigga you can't be serious

Man: whatchu talkin about?

Eve: you not even a ruff type nigga

Man: i'm a ruff type nigga baby, you don't know ruff, i'm ruff. you talkin about ruff ryders here...

Eve: nigga, you a fuckin clown....

Man: what are you talkin bout, i'm a clown? i'm a ruff ryder baby, don't even play yourself. r-o-u-g-h-f, ruff ryder

Eve: see, you can't even spell the words ruff ryders

Man: i know what i'm talkin about

Eve: you're not a ruff ryder

Man: i'm a ruff ryder, i'm a ruff ryder

Eve: you're not a ruff ryder

Man: i am a ruff ryder

Eve: you know what you are?

Man: what?

Eve: you'z a buff ryder...

Ryde or die vol. 1

Intro:

Baby, i'm a ruff ryder
Heeeeeyy, yeah yeah
I'm a ruff ryder....

Verse 1

Woke up one sunday mornin
At the crack of dawn and, oh no
My baby left a letter
Tellin me don't forget her (oh no)
She said i wasn't able
To keep our love stable
She knew that i was fooling around (oh yes she did)
She saw me with a girl downtown, downtown...

Chorus:

So your sayin that you love me baby
But your gone forever and more, and more, and more
(i'm a ruff ryder)
And your gonna be sorry baby
Cause i want you more than before, and more, and more, and more
(i'm a ruff ryder)

Verse 2

Now as the letter goes on
I'm reminded of the times when she all alone
All the days that shes cried
But not once did i ever see the pain in her eyes(oh no)
She said that i was wrong
That a man that doesn't care
Is up all alone (silly ass nigga)
If i could do it all again
Girl i know one thing
Is i would not let you go

Chorus

You walked away, with nothin to say
Said your tired of the games i played
There ain't nothin that i wouldn't do
To find a way to get back to you

Now your gone and i'm all alone
Wish that you, would come back home
You know i need you here in my life
All i wanna do is try to make it right

Chorus to fade

Jay-z

Roc-a-fella, ruff ryders. swizz beats, it's almost over ya'll, jigga uh, uh, uh, uh, lights out niggas!!! (women singing)

Jay-z: (jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right

Verse 1:

Sold the crack when i was down in ac
Back on the block jay-z mother fucker from the, the, the roc
Went solo on that ass but it's still the same
Brooklyn be the place where i serve them thangs
Be my niggas was struggling, to the 'burbs they came
And then we got to hustling, mudering thangs
I dipped in my stash, splurged on a chain
Now i'm titianic, iceberg's the name
Leave players on injured reserve, hurt the game
The best way to describe me in the word, insane
I dick down chicks all emerged in my fame
Jigga been dope since slick rick's first chain
The god, send you back to the earth from which you came
I'm baking soda, waterfire, merged with 'cane
Ladies don't know me said "i heard he's vain"
Well guess what mommies? i heard the same,
You heard the name

Chorus:
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who?
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right

Verse 2:

Got a license to kill so i stay the gat
Roc-a-fella, ruff ryders, nigga scared a that
Got a new motto this year, don't fuck with my ones
Knock on your door, three in the morning, "it's just us and our guns!"
See i scrambled with priests, hustle with nuns
Got the mind capacity of a young butch cassidy
Niggas get fly, let 'em defy gravity
Four-five rapidly lift your chest cavity
Streets won't let me chill
Always been a clumsy nigga, don't let me spill
Mother fuckers wanna wet me still,
I remain ya'll raw, the one, like five divided by four
Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by ya'll
Reciprocated and multiplied by more
You likely to see jigga in a wide body or
Drop-top bently is all, holla at me ya'll

Chorus:

(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who?
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right

Verse 3:

I don't give a fuck if i sold one or one million, but i think you should
Cause if i only sold one, then out comes the hood
The all black, in the gloves, the outcome ain't good
Them niggas act like wolves, how come? they could
Cause we don't drop hits, we drop bombs that smash
Till the wrists is lit up, the arm looks like glass
The necklace chipped up, the charm it flash
Could fuck up your eyes like the bombest hash
See the reason why chicks let me palm they ass
All i gotta do is let 'em call me shawn de'glass
Let me sit up in they whip till i launch it back
Snap they neck, then shoot 'em till they aren't sent back
The calmest cat, trust me when i palm this gat
Kill your mind, body and soul, push your conscience back
Monster's back, and flex drop a bomb to that
And everybody sing-a-long to the track, come on

Chorus:

(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who?
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who?
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right who?
(jigga) what's my mother fucking name?
(jigga) and who i'm rolling with huh?
(my niggas) uh-huh-huh-uh-huh niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right

Shit, this shit right here...is for the thugs in the streetdo yall here me?
Shit, and this shit right here...will get you mugged in the street

Beanie seagal

Beanie segal hit hard, and i'll wire ya jaw
Trademark niggas eyes, give them perminant scars
Twist backwards, never catch me rollin' cigars
Only cock and blow, dro out of perservative jars
On the block serving like i never heard of the law
Cops hit the spot fuck it, mad bro to bar
Fuck crack, flip powder, i aint takin' a loss
Plus if i get snatched, its less time for the song
I was been known to stroll the block, hold the glock
Blow dro, pick up doe, reload the spot
I'm the shit with crushed ice and some arm and hammer
I'm the reason why smokers steal car antenna's
I get bricks, so you know i make big nicks
The size of chiclets, that make you pricks sick
While you try to profit, i just flip quick
Ya niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be quick


Infra red

Now when you wake upi'm wiping the cold out your eys with the barrel of the gun
Holding your son, smoking branson
Blowing smoke in your face, i want the ransom and some
His shit'll get the opposite of handsomei mean i got to come clean
I've done bagged up and served every fiend mc in the feds magazine
I'm what y'all haven't seeni swallow kerosene and piss out gassoline
Strike a match and burn the fucking scene
I'm no joker - i could blow you in the smoke
And make your man a second hand smoker.
I'm so vulgar - i'm sendin' niggas straight back to their maker
Broke, with a playstation for a cd player, see me player?
I dont even play that shiti just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my shit
Yall got a bible? well pray in that shit
While i smoke a scripture, reload, niggas come to rip ya

Nuchild

Peep the illest shit that i ever wrote
Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throatchoke nigga choke, i'm dope
Roll me up and smoke, on contactniggas react, and play me back
For doe, i'll murder ever nigga not on this track
I spit back, at any nigga claimin' he teflon
The best don? be the next nigga get stepped on
A sick dude, type to ask god "you wanna battle?"
"i could care less, send me hell i like to travel"after waxin' him, i wax you
Smack you, clap you, and thats twoniggas i left lookin' like statues
I have to, bring it to these cowards that talk hard
Some jail shit? never even walked through a junk yardi thump hard
Make a nigga yell for crew quicka true bitch, eat a nigga up like a chew-stick
Too rich, is what i plan to be in the 9-9
Its all mine, fagots ride bench when its crunch time
So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the opiumyou ethiopian
Willie niggas, we scoping 'em, and roping 'emdo a nigga rosewood style
Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his child

Mysonne

Its mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm
Poppin' niggas in their sleep so they die calm
Kill or be killed, thats the that i'm on
Its desparoto style, shooting at them side armi'm bomb, see i'm dope like heroin
And my guns got scopes, so they zero infrom here on in, know i fear no men
And mutherfuck shootin' five, here go ten
Know that if you start a problem, there's no end
You tough? fight death and be a hero then
Niggas call me poppiseed, i'll pop your seed
And move bricks on the block thats too hot to breath
I'm a real type of nigga, that cock and squeeze
Y'all them second guess fagots, that cock and freeze
So i fuck with real niggas, like the lox and d
And yall niggas got problems, just watch and see

Drag-on

I'm the kid with the unlaced boots, but'll lace you
Leave a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel
All my bullets hit, never graze youif you never was shit, i'ma promise you this
I'ma front page you, i'ma young'n
The first one there, and the last one to get to running
Unless you tell me the cops coming
Cuz i like to feel assed out, so when they trap me i blast out
I'm quiet my gun gotta bad mouthi wake up with the mad south
You know how many chinks and jews drag's done dragged out, on a cash route?
Cuz when i walk in, stop the talking
I dont give a fuck if its a nigga with a walkmani'ma put him in a coffin
Soon as i step ini'm runnin' up on the nigga with the thick lens
I'm tryin to get the benz with the thick rims
Double r, soon half of us'll goto jailthe rest? the studio, 16 bars to post bail

Jadakiss

Ahh!! they tryin-they comin' for my head po (uh) they're tryin' to put pressure on a nigga huh, short notice (uh-huh) got sumpin' for them niggaz though (uh-huh) yo

Verse 1

I'm like the dow jones of rap, my stocks is high
And it never was all of, so stop the lies
Mothafuckas'll blow your brains out, and watch you bleed
The same niggaz that you trust, let 'em watch your seed
You got a dead niggaz, money don't stop the greed
That's why now i gotta rock my vest, pop my 3
And whoever die first, may god forgive
The nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta handle your biz
To my niggaz when i die, keep inhalin' the lye
And come to my wake high, when your tellin' me bye
What goes around comes around, am i comin' or goin'?
All i'm tryin' to do is leave you numb, gunnin' or flowin'
I might cock-back the gauge, and start shootin' at 'cha people
I'm lookin for the devil 'cuz money's the root of evil
And 'kiss won't be happy 'til my bezel look see-thru
Until i flood n-y with pediquo and diesle
Catch me with the top, off my whip
Bust my gun while it's still tucked so you could hop, off my dick
I run with a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks ice blue pacholies and rolies
At the mob meetin', keep quite when the god speakin'
Squeeze my joint, 'til my mothafuckin' palm squeakin'
And nevermind who the lox'll sign to (that's right)
What difference do it make nigga? just listen to the tape nigga (c'mon)

Chorus

Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die (uh)
Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry (uh-huh)
Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes (yeah)
Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes (uh)
Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block (uh-huh)
Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop (tell 'em)
Everthing you get (uh-huh), you really don't expect (naw)
'cuz when you jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death

Verse 2

Yeah, yo, yo i wanna know, is the promise land heaven or hell?
'cuz the niggaz that made promises, most of them fell
If you hungry, then i got some niggaz servin' the shells
With no sauce, and they silver, only take one to kill you
It's a small world, so you better guard your secrets
And it's easy to get money, but it's hard to keep it
Never was the one that like to hound no bitch
All i do is try to keep niggaz around me rich
Screw all-a-y'all cowards, i consider you lames
Had to save my lunch money just to get in the game
That was back when i used-ta have a mean back-spin
And no mack-10, it was just bats then
U know, beat a nigga down, take his rope
Now we-a, heat a nigga down, take his coke
And you can call me if you wanna bye them thangs
I get 'em half-price 'cuz papi know my name
Call me, jay to the mmwwaa and everything you got in your livin room,
I got in my car 'cept for the bar
I try to put a little money away
'cuz you know they say, tommorrow ain't promised today
Either bubblin' or strugglin', nuttin between
Or have a grimie nigga like me, fuckin' ya queen
And the kiss only do shit with niggaz i know (that's right)
And the outside nigga can't fuck up my flow (c'mon)

Chorus

Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes jay to the mmwwaa g
E smash on the block kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop everthing you get, you really don't expect 'cuz when you jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death uh

Drag-on:

Ha, ha, ha oh, damn now bop to this oh yeah ya'll know what this is flame on juvenile drag-on flame on and now swizz, swizz beatz yeah

Drag-on:

Me and my niggas done licked shots
Even done hit cops
Bet ya'll niggas can't wait till my shit drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
Nigga you don't want my paper drop
Cause that means i'm empty
And your full of it
Check what the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue should have never rhymed this cause i miss you
I make plus cash ya'll little niggas can't fuck wit drag
Got the chain out so it's bust and grab
Nigga fuck that you better bust back 'fore ya nigga ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash
Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back and read back how you bust gats
Nigga we don't need that i don't care about your feed back
Ya'll niggas don't feed drag
Tell a motherfucker pull out bust a bullet out in ya safe house
Nigga where the keys at nigga where the stash at nigga where the weed at
Nigga pass that 'fore i pull my trigger
Mater fact where the ass at cause i got the ruff ryders
And i aint talkin bout my niggas
Nigga we can go hoe for hoe toe to toe blow for blow
And when you fell your nose crack
That mean i broke that i'm fittin to po-po wit a flame thrower like i told yo' befo' ya know
You can't handle it you can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that nigga ruff rydin' drag-on ya'll niggas and south siders

Chorus (drag-on:)

Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns

(chant:) hell yeah we bust our guns

(drag-on:) do you fuck them 'till they cum

(chant:) damn right we make them cum

(drag-on:) it's for the north

(voices:) head south, head east, head west

(drag-on:) ruff ryders gonna show ya'll niggas who rides the best

(repeat)

Juvenile:

In the late night
We be cockin high givin' you stage fright
Yo' head might explode
When i bust with the lead pipe
And i say right
Juvenile hey tight
Stay hype
Now page mike
And make sure he got all the yeah aight
I'm tired of niggas be thinkin that you usein' me
Runnin with them petty ass niggas lookin' like fools to me
I'm workin wit some change ha
And aint afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha
You 'bout warin' over ya people i'm the same ha
Look i'ma have some body sayin' thats the shame game
But if them people come they aint gonna give no names ha
Playin' with the number one son don't play no games ha
Come outside don't see nothin' but camoflage and bricks
Yo' get some boys straped with (ban)danas tryin knock off yo' shit
Ya stankin' bitch i ruff ryde your ass then
Cashin' for money juve aint gettin nothin' ha, ha, ha that shit is funny

(repat chorus 2x)

Drag-on:

When my niggas get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message cause i done mailed it out
I'ma bang like a hammer and i'ma nail us out
East west the right this for my niggas up north
My guns made in china so you better dust off
Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup
I always got chedder i never ass bet ya'
And i won't even sweat ya' we roll much larger and better
My dough is never low
But if drag is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta
Make a nigga feel heat in cold weather
Can't stand a nigga hype throw me his bitch
Bitch come to my shit you betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone i run with her
Ya'll make me so tired ya'll niggas still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire
Ya'll aint got ya'll boots aint got ya'll suits probaly got a gun that aint never shoot when they come you better hope they don't name you
Cause like two sticks rubbin' i'll flame you
Don't try to be me cause i aint you
'fore i have your spirits with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
Wana fuck watch out she will bang you
Cause i taught her well ya'll players better haul to hell
But you niggas couldn't borrow a belt
Who evers wit you is gonna jail
Is you iggas bustin' guns or you aint bustin' none ha
You want to fuck'em till they cum ha
Drag-on juvenille double up what you want ha (repeat chorus 4x)

Jermaine dupri

Uh-huh, yea-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (tell 'em who we is) yeah, yeah, yeah
They call me, when thay wanna get they dough up
Call me, when they wanna see shit blow up
Freessshhh from the floor up and ya know what?
I'm sick wit it the shit don't slow up
I'ma see it, want it, drop it, cop cat
Get it, stay on it, don't stop cat
In the big chair wit the big hat screamin' "y'all wanna floss wit us?"
Where the fuck you at? from the south side, ruff ryde
No one will fuckin wit us, is a done deal
And y'all gotta hate huh? 'cuz it's to much weight for one
And y'all ain't havin' no fun
Got a whole beat team tryin' to do what i do
Whole street team tryin' do what i do
Like what? double countin' me out?
Forget it, i'm the best that ever done it, need to check and reck

Chorus:

Jd and cross together

(uh, uh, uh, uh) ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus? you ain't fuckin' wit' us
Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus? you ain't fuckin' wit' us

Cross

Now, money ain't never been a thing ta me
I'm down 8th with the brand new cinammon 3
Ot, i got cake with a c and a d
On the wrist is a ice band capitol b,
Small v i'm fuckin' with the don chi chi
I'm a p-i-m-p, you can't tempt me (uh)
Check the ice and the clarity, it's cake like the lottery
Playa don't lie ta me, your stash couldn't cover me
What a playa wannabe, neck light in risavie
Hoes, i keep those by the, dime or dozen
I like short-a-y, but i wouldn't, mind her cousin
It's a cost, take the buck and all of them, quit fuckin uhh!!!

Chorus:

Jd and cross together

(uh, uh, uh, uh) ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus?
You ain't fuckin' wit' us
Ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus?
You ain't fuckin' wit' us

Ma$e

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon we be the best harlem niggaz 80's to lately
Think of po wop, mickey bonz and a-z
Fresh ritz zit, kevin giles and db
And at the end of all tha shit niggaz still say me
I'm the best that ever did it, got a way wit it
Put grannie on the stand, she'll never say who did it
I'm from where, even the gangsta's live to,
Make a mil. on the stoop, every summer switch boots
Cats change they name, to phil like a giant
I treat rap like packs, role dills on consignment
This is for cats hummin' crack, bitchin' and parkin'
All the grimie niggaz who got generous hearts
Got a brother doin' life, to see him is hard
Fuckin' wit mase, is like a nigga swimmin' wit sharks
My niggaz chase cake, play some infa-reds
Some niggaz in the state, some is in the feds
Spit shit at niggaz that might erase they head
And role miserable niggaz who can't wait to be dead
All out, ruff ryde mothafucka, all out wanna flow beyatch?!

Chorus:

Jd and cross together

(uh, uh, uh, uh) ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus?
You ain't fuckin' wit' us ruff ryders, be on tours for this
All out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
So so def make it hot to death
You ain't platinum plus?
You ain't fuckin' wit' us

Cross

Uh, yeah swizz beatz we them niggaz in the streets all out, jd who you with? double r mothafucka, uh uh-huh, yeah, yeah cross