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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 niggas
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'mma 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
Niggas hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me
Put their brains on the wall, when I brawl
Too late for that 911 call
Niggas stay beefin but a lot of them bluffin
But not me because I'mma nigga that can get out of them cuffs
You think a lot of them tough
Not just for frontin'
When I hit them niggas like 'What you want?'
The battle turns into a hunt
With the dog right behind niggas 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
Will 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 pussies
Keep on 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
Tried 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' niggas with gashes to the head
Straight to the white meat but the street stays red
Girls gave me head for free
Cause they see, who I'mma 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 dead
For four squared blocks
Hit em with the ox to the grill
Eh, ah, kill nigga kill
Yet and still you don't know that I'mma rob em
That nigga DMX is a muthafuckin' problem
Aight
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 niggas
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'mma 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
Niggas hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me
Put their brains on the wall, when I brawl
Too late for that 911 call
Niggas stay beefin but a lot of them bluffin
But not me because I'mma nigga that can get out of them cuffs
You think a lot of them tough
Not just for frontin'
When I hit them niggas like 'What you want?'
The battle turns into a hunt
With the dog right behind niggas 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
Will 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 pussies
Keep on 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
Tried 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' niggas with gashes to the head
Straight to the white meat but the street stays red
Girls gave me head for free
Cause they see, who I'mma 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 dead
For four squared blocks
Hit em with the ox to the grill
Eh, ah, kill nigga kill
Yet and still you don't know that I'mma rob em
That nigga DMX is a muthafuckin' problem
Aight

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