Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Don't Give A Fuck, artist - DMX. Date of issue: 21.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, RAL
Song language: English
We Don't Give A Fuck |
| Uhh, used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty |
| Screamed, «Ride or die,» I thought you would die wit' me |
| Found out you a bitch, you can’t even ride wit' me |
| Now it’s a war, and you ain’t on the side wit' me |
| Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty |
| Screamed, «Ride or die,» I thought you would die wit' me |
| Found out you a bitch, you can’t even ride wit' me |
| Now it’s a war, and you ain’t on the side wit' me |
| When it rain, niggas get wet, so stay dry (uh) |
| Don’t cross me, I can peep a snake eye (woo) |
| You just lost me, like yo' shadow in the dark (uh-huh) |
| Fucked around and forced me to hit the shadow with the spark (UHH) |
| Blew your shit apart -- now it’s two halves of one nigga |
| «Look at him,» I said after a few laughs, «Dumb nigga! |
| Stupid is as stupid does -- cocksucker (WHAT?) |
| And look what being stupid does, get you shot sucker (WHAT?) |
| I let you get too close and you bit me (uh) |
| I told you nah for too long, you tried to hit me |
| Thought you was wit me (uhh) |
| Well you might as well forget me, cause from this point on (uh-huh) |
| It’s war, it won’t stop until one of us is gone» (c'mon!) |
| I’m still mad at myself for lettin that shit go down (UHH) |
| Somebody shoulda told me, I was fuckin wit a clown (aight?) |
| And I think they found and let you niggas drown… |
| . |
| you know how shit get around |
| Uhh, used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty |
| Screamed, «Ride or die,» I thought you would die wit' me |
| Found out you a bitch, you can’t even ride wit' me |
| Now it’s a war, and you ain’t on the side wit' me |
| Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty |
| Screamed, «Ride or die,» I thought you would die wit' me |
| Found out you a bitch, you can’t even ride wit' me |
| Now it’s a war, and you ain’t on the side wit' me |
| Aiyyo X fuck them niggas, them niggas ain’t your dogs |
| Better treat like some cats and shake they ass to the floor |
| Been seen the foul shit, put the guns in em |
| Lil' wannabe you’s, so why you run wit em? |
| You can’t trust niggas no further than you can throw em |
| You don’t wanna murder the niggas, then you blow em |
| He usin yo' style, that make him yo' child |
| Then he shouldn’t make a move til he hear it from yo' mouth |
| We don’t allow snakes — runnin wit dogs |
| Tell them ain’t nuttin like a funeral that’s gonna be yours |
| Double-R, and I ain’t here to start trouble God |
| But if they wasn’t your niggas I woulda BEEN hit em hard |
| Niggas look like they phony (what) sound like they phony (huh?) |
| Run around actin like motherfucker’s homies |
| We all make mistakes, that’s part of the breaks |
| But you can still call the apes, we bringin the duct tape |
| And the broomstick -- them bitch-ass niggas is gettin raped |
| Know how we ride, whoever on they side can die |
| And we ain’t tryin to be blind, fuck eye for eye |
| Cause we only takin yours, you know the doggs you motherfucker |
| Uhh, used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty |
| Screamed, «Ride or die,» I thought you would die wit' me |
| Found out you a bitch, you can’t even ride wit' me |
| Now it’s a war, and you ain’t on the side wit' me |
| Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty |
| Screamed, «Ride or die,» I thought you would die wit' me |
| Found out you a bitch, you can’t even ride wit' me |
| Now it’s a war, and you ain’t on the side wit' me |
| There was always somethin there, but I just couldn’t touch it (uh-huh) |
| Wasn’t somethin that would hurt me, so a nigga said, «Fuck it!» |
| (uhh) |
| I let it slide, laughed and joked let it ride (true) |
| Now that you done killed it, I’m glad that it died (AIGHT?) |
| It’s aight, I know where you live, I’m just waitin (uhh) |
| Til we knock on your front door, and let you meet Satan (c'mon!) |
| That’s what you get for hatin -- FUCK YOU FAGGOT! |
| (WHAT?) |
| I never did trust you faggot -- I’ll bust you faggot! |
| (WHAT?) |
| What you done forgot about the streets is this: (uhh) |
| You do a grimy nigga like you do a grimy bitch (AIGHT?) |
| You just STOP fuckin wit him, you got no more rap (uh) |
| No more, «Yo whassup D?» |
| No more dap (uhh) |
| Be lucky if I don’t spit in your face, off of G.P. |
| (WHAT?) |
| AND WHAT? |
| Bitch-ass nigga, you can’t beat me (woo) |
| Don’t take it as a loss, just take it as a lesson |
| Next time think twice, or get iced wit the Wessun |
| NIGGA! |
| (Nigga!) |
| Uhh, used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty |
| Screamed, «Ride or die,» I thought you would die wit' me |
| Found out you a bitch, you can’t even ride wit' me |
| Now it’s a war, and you ain’t on the side wit' me |
| Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty |
| Screamed, «Ride or die,» I thought you would die wit' me |
| Found out you a bitch, you can’t even ride wit' me |
| Now it’s a war, and you ain’t on the side wit' me |
| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah (Uhh) |