Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro, artist - DMX. Date of issue: 30.04.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Intro |
| Interviewer: Yo I’m sayin, these Ruff Ryder Niggas. |
| DMX: Dog |
| Interviewer: I heard these niggas is for real |
| DMX: Dog. |
| That’s my man and them |
| Interviewer: But I heard these Niggas is like |
| suppose to be lockin down the industry on some shit, on some power shit. |
| DMX: Dog that’s my mans and them |
| Interviewer: Eh DMX: So what I’m doin' |
| Interviewer: right, right |
| DMX: my mans and them is doin, because |
| Interviewer: right. |
| DMX: that’s my mans and them, ya know |
| Interveiwer: I feel ya DMX: Now ya feel me? |
| Interveiwer: I feel ya DMX: So you know when you fuckin with me Interveiwer: right, right |
| DMX: you fuckin wit |
| Interveiwer: oh oh, what are ya doin now? |
| DMX: |
| Told y’all niggaz |
| Ya just don’t listen |
| Why must you be hard headed |
| Tried to explain, but ya didn’t hear me though |
| Ya know, grrrrrr |
| Uh One two one two, come through run through |
| Gun who, oh you don’t know what the gun do Some do, those that know are real quiet |
| Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot |
| Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I’m the hardest |
| rap artist and I’ma start this |
| Shit up foreal, get up and feel, my words |
| I make herbs split up and squeal |
| Ill is all I’ve been hearin lately |
| Niggaz hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me put their brains on the wall, when I brawl |
| Too late for that 911 call |
| Niggaz stay beefin but a lot of them bluffin |
| But not me because I’ma nigga that can get out of them cuffs |
| You think a lot of them tough |
| Not just for frotin |
| When I hit them niggaz like 'What you want?' |
| the battle turns into a hunt |
| With the dog right behind niggaz chasin em down |
| We all knew that you was pussy |
| but I’m tastin it now |
| And never give a dog blood |
| because raw blood |
| I have a dog like one bitin whatever |
| All up in ya gut |
| Give it to them raw like that |
| and ain’t no love I do em all like that |
| Four right up in they back |
| Clak Clak |
| Close your eyes baby, it’s over |
| Forget it, happened in front off your buildin but |
| nobody knows who did it What |
| Where my dogs at? |
| What what |
| Where my dogs at? |
| Uh Where my dogs at? |
| What what |
| Where my dogs at? |
| Uh Where my dogs at? |
| What what |
| Where my dogs at? |
| Uh Where my dogs at? |
| What what |
| Niggas is pussy |
| Keep me runnin from the werewolf, owww |
| Howling at the moon on the roof |
| Eh, ah, no, get em Ten niggas on him, hope God’s with him |
| Give me the bat, let me split him |
| I’ll have em where the pillow and the casket won’t fit him |
| Only reason I did him, he wouldn’t fight back |
| Trieed to strike back |
| Left him like that, layin up with the white hat |
| Gettin right back at ya when I snatch ya up out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashes |
| Hittin niggaz with gashes to the head |
| Straight to the white meat but the street stay red |
| But this girl gave me head for free |
| Cause they see, who I’ma be by like 2003 |
| That Nigga D took it there |
| He thought it was a joke |
| He went through like 20 G’s and thought that |
| I was broke, stupid |
| That’s what you get for thinkin and eventually |
| found that’s what you get for stinkin |
| Blowin up the spot when you rot |
| plus if it gets hot they know you dipped |
| for four squared blocks |
| Hit em with the ox to the grill |
| Eh, ah, kill nigga kill |
| Yet still they don’t know I’ma rob who |
| That dog DMX is a muthafuckin problem |
| Aight |