Yo I'm sayin, these Ruff Ryder Niggas   Dog   I heard these niggas is for real   Dog. That's my man and them   But I heard these Niggas is like suppose to be lockin down   The industry on some shit, on some power shit   Dog that's my mans and them   Eh   So what I'm doin'   Right, right   My mans and them is doin, because   Right   That's my mans and them, ya know   I feel ya   Now ya feel me?   I feel ya   So you know when you fuckin with me   Right, right   You fuckin wit   Oh oh, what are ya doin now?   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