[Method] Oh yeah, comin through with my Shaolin crew    Two cent for a case, gimme St. Ide's brew    In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans    Methtical's in a jam on how dry I am       [Raekwon] ... with St. Ides in my system    crack another I'm blitzed, let's go hit the next one    Hang it over, the object is to stay sober    Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur       [Ghostface] Who's the Wallabee kid, stressed out, could never be Son    Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one    Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam    that blow between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of teams       [U-God] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin to those    Who don't realize that drinkin ain't only to be drunk    You can't drive, keep my peoples alive    And if the saint don't know you from a can of paint       [RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted at the block    And I asked for St. Ide's, I could tell by the dot    On the back he rebuilt it... not that charcoal filtered    Ice cold bottle tilted... to my cup he spilt it    AAAAAAAAAAH!!! ST. IDES! mmmmmmmmmmm...