Ryde or Die Ruff Ryders (Ft. DMX, Drag-On, Eve & The LOX)

[Intro]
Ryde or Die, nigga!

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Yo, if you gon' sleep on somethin', might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a head
Cause if you target the LOX
You might 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 motherfucker rule
Enough to drop my chain in coffee and keep shit 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 shit, 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 shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, Sheek been done bagged

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Hey yo I hope you ain't tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be fuckin her in the mouth
Type of nigga buck at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin my dick
And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, ya die later
I been nice since niggas was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody giving me daps
Cause believe it or not, be the ones setting the traps
Listen to y'all shit, then listen to our shit
Ain't nuttin y'all faggots could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all niggas ain't got shit
'Cause every time I turn around y'all on the LOX dick
Niggas that's narrow, I just smack 'em wit the barrel
Give it to 'em at the light, like Caine's cousin Harold