[ Sheek Louch ]
Yo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a ^!$$%, might as well be a head

Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as 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 aint got blocks, ?llabuta? muchacha
From the days in school, now a mother$#&@er rule
And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya 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 %#@!, punk

The baby nine be on the daily, aint 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 %#@! paid for, yours tagged
And every (*##$ you grabbed,
Sheek bend em back


[ Jadakiss ]
Ayo I hope you aint tongue-kissin your spouse

Cause I be $#&@in her in the mouth
Type of ^!$$% 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, you'll die later
I been nice since ^!$$%z was watchin movies on Beta

Ready to clap, everybody givin me gats
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
You listen to y'all %#@!, then listen to our %#@!

Ain't nuttin y'all !@$)gots could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all ^!$$%z ain't got %#@!
Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick

^!$$%z thats narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin Abel


[Chorus: repeat 4X] The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders

[ Styles P ]

$#&@ you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll show you a gun, mother$#&@er
SP'll spin the corner while you prolly within

I clap you, I clap him, and thats rule number one
Suckin my dick, and I dont give a $#&@ what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the $#&@ you can get

Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all ^!$$%z ain't sayin %#@! until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still $#&@in get it

A ^!$$% that'll smack ya, $#&@ around and clap ya
Styles P., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper


[ Eve ]
Aint no surprise ^!$$%z, only $#&@ wit recognized ^!$$%z
Babygirl want the world, gave ya pies ^!$$%z

No tops, take em in all shape and size ^!$$%z
No lie, prefer them ready do or die ^!$$%z
What? What you want? cutey starin at me like

"Damn, where you from?"
You be comin at me like "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips for this brown sugar

Suck mine like a thumb, if you want, til I###, uhhh

[Chorus]


[ Drag-On ]
I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash often Comma, burnin ^!$$%sz often

They call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block roastin Light a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what summer's holdin

Realizin, every guy I'll fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or catch one early

You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of %#@! you on?
You better through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a Yukon Black tinted wit gats in it

Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all ^!$$%z is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft cause my fire retirin, aight then


[ DMX ]
Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a lover slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges

Taxin businessmen for stocks over lunches
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a $#&@in fort
Caught up in somethin that I cant control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's role

Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Wasted, in the $#&@in streets cause it ain't worth %#@!
The undertaker take your $$# unbder the earth quick,
I Love money, but the scrambles hot

So i snatch up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is got, when ^!$$%z shot, one ^!$$% less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his $#&@in vest