DMX

"Intro"

"Intro"
[Intro]
RUFF RYDERS!! YOU KNOW!! [explosion]

[DMX]
(Here we go again, baby) Here we go again; fuckin right!
Dark Man X baby, dog for life, for life, for life...
"When I say D, M; y'all say X!"
"D, M!" ([Crowd:] X!)
"D, M!" ([Crowd:] X!)
"When I say D, M; y'all say X!"
"D, M!" ([Crowd:] X!)
"D, M!" ([Crowd:] X!)
"When I say D, M; y'all say X!"
"D, M!" ([Crowd:] X!)
"D, M!" ([Crowd:] X!)
"When I say D, M; y'all say X!"
"D, M!" ([Crowd:] X!)
"D, M!" ([Crowd:] X!)

[DMX]
I don't fuck with what you sayin 'cause your raps weak
I take the back streets of New York, and run a track meet
To form life from a rap sheet
See that be the flow that's crushin 'em on the L
Jumpin on they fuckin shit, bustin 'em 'til they swell
Then tell, your mother, next time she see her son is never
And I be on yo' dick, if my name was "No Pussy".. ever
Like "The Hulk," but they can't fix me
"Doom, doom, doom, doom, doom," and sly like Bill Bixby
This should be havin niggaz in the emergency
Undergoing surgery, wanting to murder me
When you go, you know you heard of me
And yo' last thought is what you did wasn't worth ya life
It's what yo' ass bought
Caught up in some shit, and I had to let you feel this steel
They found his faggot ass slumped over the steering wheel
You still feeling real? Naw nigga you looking tired
Gone on to sleep baby, 'cause yo' shit is just expired
"When I say D, M; y'all say X!"
"D, M!" ([Crowd:] X!)
"D, M!" ([Crowd:] X!)
"When I say D, M; y'all say X!"
"D, M!" ([Crowd:] X!)
"D, M!" ([Crowd:] X!)

"We In Here"

"We In Here"
[Swizz Beatz + DMX]
Game time... let's go... WE IN HERE!
It's time to bring the East Coast back baby!!
New York (the dog) WE IN HERE!
We talkin' 'bout the Swizz and the dog wasn't gonna terrorize you all niggas?
You can't be serious!
Ruff Ryders!

[Chorus - Swizz Beatz:]
We'er gonna get it, get it started, get it started again
We'er gonna get it, get it started, get it started again (We in here!)
We're gonna get it, get it stoppin', get it poppin' again
We're gonna get it, get it poppin', get it poppin' again (follow me now!)
[scratching] We..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we..we IN HERE!

[DMX]
Six number one albums, imagine that
Cats is sick, 'cause dog got his swagger back
If that shit go, now I ain't havin' that
But they don't want it, I'm gonna still grab the bat
Think I give a fuck? I'm gonna "get down," "go hard" type of nigga
"Bring it to the yard" type nigga
Four, four, one, O, five, fourteen thousand
Ten, ten haze the street with the housin'
C-76, remember me bitch?
I'm that nigga that for life, gonna be your enemy bitch
Fuck around, got my weight up, weight up, brought up
Niggas gettin' ate up, straight up, what the fuck?
Come on vodto, this is just not your day
So stop tryin' to be macho, aight yo?
You don't wanna fight yo, I get's my strap on
Put niggaz' lights out [clapping noise] clap on!

[Chorus]

[DMX]
We don't bark no more, we bite
Motherfucker from the heart, we can get this war on tonight
Ain't nuttin but a thang 'cause the camp gets busy
Fuckin' wit' the 'Line? It's a rizzy
Shit ain't the same, cats done changed the game
Fuck it, all you all niggaz is lame, what's my motherfuckin' name?
(Come on) Twenty million records sold
While you all niggas is strugglin' to go gold!
Come on papi! Can't none of you all niggas stop me
Yahmean? you all niggas is sloppy
What would the game be without me? Nada!
Cats talk about a whole lot of, product
Gucci and scota, Louie Vuitton
Come on, what up with what's really goin' on?
"What's hood?" Cats ain't killin' nuttin but a few minutes
I'm about to bury a box with you in it
So if you got's the whip, you better get on
'Cause if I pull up on, it won't be for Grey Poupon

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Cats playin' games, so I'm goin' raw
Run up in that fuckin' building, kick down the door
you all don't want no fuckin' problems wit' X
you all don't wanna see them four-legged piece, wit' them collars on they necks
Wit' them niggas downstairs wit' the tech, you know the rest
Fuck it, blow it you all niggas, bitch I take respect
Dog's shit hot, that's why you all cowards froze me quick
I pop up, catch niggas on some cozy shit
With Chinese slippers and silk scarves on
Nigga out here tryin' to get his bark on, wonder why the dog gone
I couldn't take it, deface it, that nigga make shit
That's somethin' that'll happen, nigga wanna brace it
And for the record, what you gonna do to fill up my spot?
I ain't gonna front, that ? replace shit, was kinda hot
Not!! How you gonna jack Will Smith for a beat?
That's like tryna jack me for the streets! It ain't happenin'!

[Chorus]

[Swizz Beatz]
WE IN HERE!
WE IN HERE!
WE IN HERE!
WE IN HERE!WE IN HERE! [explosion]

"I Run Shit"
(feat. Big Stan)

"I Run Shit"
(feat. Big Stan)
[DMX]
Man are you for real?
you niggaz cant be fucking serious
you not for real. you gotta be playing
you better walk away

I run shit here, Y'all just sit here
Do y'all niggaz know what it took for me to get here
I'm gonna stay here, earn my way here
You can fuck around if you want but we don't play here
We get through that, run right through that
That's how we do that, y'all niggaz knew that
Two albums in one year three albums in two
Didn't I just fucking tell y'all niggaz that's how we do
You wasn't even fucking listening when I just said
What I said, you get that, what I just said
I run shit here fuck y'all niggaz
Jail what I said I used to duck y'all niggaz
Motherfucker I'm grown and that's all to it
Y'all leave a child on his own and I'm gonna do it
Fuck I done did it, shit it
you ain't even half way close to being with it forget it

[Chorus - DMX]
I run shit, I run shit here
I run shit, I run shit here
I run shit here, I run shit
I run shit here, I run shit
I run shit, I run shit here
I run shit, I run shit here
I run shit here, I run shit
I run shit here, I run shit

[DMX]
I run shit here, what's my name
Getting' down for real fuck my fame
Played too many games and the games gone catch up with you
Fame niggaz make stretcha catch up with you quicka
You that nigga oh for real you that nigga
Let me show you how we do that nigga
See, y'all cats are small cats
And niggaz like us aren't gonna believe that
We takin all that fall back
Get down, lay down, sit down
Stay down, head round. Hey now
Does a nigga wanna get a little off his mind
I'm a nigga that will hit a nigga off his time
Go off his spine, brains in the air
Flames to the hair cause the game ain't fair
And i'll take it there fuckin' with the right one baby
Got that, we tryin' to light one baby

[Chorus]

[Big Stan]
I've done shit here my guns spit here
Y'all might live here but I run shit here
Blood sweats and tears for years just to sit here
Think I'm about to let you niggaz get here
Cowards are stupid if you wanna see me prove it
Try and take my position watch a quick a nigga lose it
Make you get all my shit and have you fearing for your life
Every time you see me roll up or ride up on a bike
Dressed in all black with my pistol in your sight
But it will be my man in all white that walks up with a knife
I'm a big boy baby I don't play with you thin niggaz
Getting my hands dirty when there's beef I send niggaz

[Chorus]

"Come Thru (Move)"
(feat. Busta Rhymes, Swizz Beatz)

"Come Thru (Move)"
(feat. Busta Rhymes, Swizz Beatz)
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz - 2X]
When I come thru everything gon' stop
When I come thru everything gon' stop
When I come thru everything gon' stop
Now move.. move.. move.. move..

[DMX]
X comes thru the hood, like here comes trouble
Year of the dog again, first week double
Low in the rider, east coast nigga
Fo' in the rider, street loc nigga
Far for jiggie but like biggie bitches call me big poppa
I got a big dick and I'd a pop her
Yea the kid talk shit but the kid don't front
How ever shit go "give 'em what they want"
I ain't signing shit, love my fans
But Cross this line with the camera in your hands
Cause it could get real ugly real thick
And you like this nigga ?? real quick
Motherfuckin' right, I ain't got time for the small talk
One of us has got to go down, we can't all walk
You know this as well as I do
But I promise you, I'm go hide you and no one will find you

[Chorus (Swizz Beatz)]

[Busta Rhymes]
Stop nigga, hold up, you know I don't quit
You see I'm back and I'm comin' to smash your shit
And ahhla back with the god and bus-a-bus nigga
This time I'm bringin' the shovel so I can come and dig another grave
For all of you bustards what the fuck you think you doin'
I'll put a stop to your function and anybody movin'
And then I'll fuck up production and any crew you flew in
You ain't with me, you against me, The loser side you chosen
Anyway, word to ears, you niggas know I ain't finished
I'll fuck up every hood, and I'm back to handle my business
You niggas thinking you though like you ate a can of spinach
In till we mash on you faggots and make you change up your image
Flip mode in this bitch, Ruff Ryders is with me
You see we back on the block and yes, we runnin' the city
Now you niggas know the flow less ain't controlin' the committee
Nothing' should be movin' unless my crew in it, you fell me

[Chorus (Swizz Beatz)]

[DMX]
If there is money, I want half
Niggas is funny to watch, go head laugh
Ain't nothing to smile about
For real, all niggas is wildin' out
Niggas who pound you out
We found you out in distance
Leg missin', head missin'
Something like 28 days missin'
And you know how the dessert do a nigga
Brake you down quick, residue a nigga
Can't stop the flow, niggas stop and go
When ever I drop, a million out the door
Y'all niggas know, X got to be fucked with
Y'all run around on some dumb shit with a slump dick
Fuck a bitch, you niggas know I don't mind scrapping
When I see you I see you what ever happens, happens
This ain't just rappin', niggas talk a good one
You know what let that go, see me in the hood son

[Chorus (Swizz Beatz)]

"It's Personal"
(feat. Jadakiss, Styles P.)

"It's Personal"
(feat. Jadakiss, Styles P.)
[DMX]
We all got guns, we all got dogs
We all gon' make that trip to the morgue
We all find it harder to see through the fog
We all know the difference between right and wrong
We should all live life by one fact
Before you doin dirt, the dirt gon' come right back
I seen cats go out like suckers
I seen cats get down like, "Yo, them some bad motherfuckers"
I see fake niggaz and the games they play
Aiyyo, I deal with that bullshit e'ry day
But that ain't gon' stop me from doin what I'm doin
I got things beside bullshit to be pursuing
It's that craft for me, the half of me
Let through niggaz in the door after me
Yo, somebody stop me; please, somebody come and get me
If I go, I'm taking niggaz with me!

[Hook: Styles P. - repeat 2X]
Dog nigga, Ghost nigga
Hop the bar with the toast nigga
It's like the Lord getting close nigga
It's personal, now we gotta smoke niggaz
It's personal, now we gotta host niggaz

[Styles P.]
(Dog nigga, what up!) Nigga fuck the cop and the warrant
You get a chance, poppin, informing
All I need is a glock and I'm touring
Hit every hole in the wall, have me a ball
And then slide the fuck out in the top of the morning
If you hear me cockin it on 'em, I'm poppin it on 'em
I don't fuck around nigga, better stop it and mourn 'em
And who the fuck asked you to rhyme?
I'm the Ghost, when I come around, they throwing up the hazardous sign
And you ain't around chemicals, just around generals
Who spend, passing they time, blasting they nine
Rather die with my man then the five for ya livewire
Spend half of ya time, smashing ya spine
Other half we getting money and more money
You think about cars, I got "goin to war" money
That P and that dog money, we still in the front of the store, money
And if anybody slip, they getting sent to the morgue, money

[Hook w/ Jadakiss adlibs - repeat 2X]

[Jadakiss]
It's like lately I've been feeling so weak at the knees
And speaking to niggaz is just like speaking to thieves
So I keep the hawk ready to eat 'em
Guess already? Then meet 'em
I'm fair game, but I'm ready to cheat 'em
The streets ain't right now, the Colgate White is light brown
These niggaz ain't nice, they nice clowns
That's why I'ma start layin them right down
And have 'em there layin in the casket, ice down
Jacob watch on 'em, mortician must've been hazed up
'Cause you can see the makeup spots on 'em
This is way beyond ya Avion
The Golden King, more like Polo Spring
And what makes it even worse, aiyyo it's that it's personal
Maybe even ya Earth can go
I'll make it where they can never find the bitch
Right outta the bar, with all kind of shit

[Hook - repeat 2X]

[Outro: Styles P.]
Yeah, y'all niggaz can get caught up in the hype if you want
Bodies drop over here, this is not a game man
You wanna get caught up in the hype again? Then you can fall in the hype again
This is a movement, Double R, nigga you know what's up
And if you don't, you gon' get to know what's up
Yeah, we ain't playin wit' y'all niggaz this year
'06, '07, and on, nigga what's up?
Pop off! You know how I work!

"Baby Motha"

"Baby Motha"
[Reporter]
Rapper and actor DMX along with wife pregnant wife Tashera
Showed up at the federal court in Queens Wednesday
To accept a plea agreement
Inside the courthouse, DMX signed autographs with a sketch artist over the face
As well as the fans caught off guard
By this star's appearances

[Chorus: DMX]
My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door
Got me like "I ain't fuckin with that bitch no more"
Don't even like so I can't fuck with her
Thinkin cause we got a kid together, I'm stuck with her, nah
(Repeat)

[DMX]
My baby's motha be buggin, she wanna blast stick bitches
One of them talk shit, and then get they ass kicked bitches
Once upon a story, yall niggas know the story
And that everything is lovely when it's all about the glory
But soon as shit hit the fan, honies be wanna take the kid and scram
I'm having bad thoughts, don't like how dark it's getting man
From the time I wake up and get dressed
I get stressed, and hardly ever get rest
It's oh-five, so I'm on some different shit cousin
She ain't gon have me liftin through that riffin shit cousin
I got moves to make and mad shit to do
Her friends are looking good so I might hit the crew
It's like one and two that might get a nigga that big and happy
And I know them bitches will fuck me cause when I see 'em, they be winkin at me
You listenin thinkin that's a crazy brother
But I'm gon have to be a father who ain't fuckin with his baby motha

[Chorus: 2X]

Bitches be callin the cops, thinkin they callin the shots
Takin the dude with the bag, baby it's all in the pops
And do yo thing, cause I'm doin mine boo
A nigga just been chillin, I been just fine, and you?
I kicked it with my honey and she put me on to something
You gon think until you really see me gon, I'm frontin
Maybe if you kept your friends of respectable distance
Out of our business, I wouldn't have to come and visit
I thought you knew, let the shit you like switchin clothes
When them bitches through, ain't to co sure when they home
But that ain't never stopped yo ass from passin on the Guess
Askin for that Cougie sweater, patten up the breast
Patten up the butt, but you think niggas is stupid
Last week yo shit was like the dog, look at it now, too big
I ain't gon blow yo shit no more, I shouldn't be even did that
Cause you my baby motha, and I'ma always hit that

[Hook: Janyce] (DMX)
Give a hell what you say (You don't)
I ain't never gon go away (You won't)
I'ma stalk you till I find you (Been there)
Turn around and be right behind you (Still there)
Be in the bushes outside yo house
Just waitin for you to come out
Cause I'm a stupid bitch (I know)
A real fuckin stupid bitch (I know)
Ain't nothing but a stupid bitch

[Chorus: 2X]

[DMX]
My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door
Got me like "I ain't fuckin with this bitch no more"
Give me a Puerto Rican honey that cook rice and beans
And hair down to her ass, who looks nice in them jeans
So I can be like "Damn, you looking good and I wanna fuck"
But you a chicken so when I'm finish, I got a duck
Plus, you don't wanna be around and see what honey do
And plenty comin through, she comin through with that twenty-two
Trust me, you don't need that in your life
Oh yall bitches already know, I got a wife
You'se a stupid bitch, a real fuckin stupid bitch
You ain't nothing but a stupid bitch. Bitch!

[Bridge]

[Chorus until fade]

"Dog Love"
(feat. Amerie, Janice)

"Dog Love"
(feat. Amerie, Janice)
[DMX {Americe and Janice harmonizing}]
Uh (Owww) uh oh
It's for the ladies (Ha ha)
Strickly for the ladies (One more time)
Hey, that's all this is
Uh uh (Uh uh)

[DMX]
She was five seven one twenty-five
Man, loose lips with those thighs (Uh)
Couldn't just let her walk by (right), I ain't a thirsty nigga
But right about now my throat was gettin real dry
Shoo this shit, had to be the cutest bitch
I seen in a long time and I don't do this shit, like
Runnin up on hoes, what up ma, I'm X
Cause you know how this goes, come on ma, I'm X
We just chill, sat and talk to the first light
And for the first time I didn't fuck on the first night
And it was aight, shorty was a thorobred
Like "Belly", we ain't fuck, she just gave me head, for real

[Chorus]
[Janice]
From the time that the sun is up
Till the stars show up
It really doesn't matter to me
It doesn't matter babe
There's no love like the dog love
There's no love, it's dog love
[Amerie]
No matter what, I'll hold you down
Nobody else will come around
Don't even matter cause
There's no love like the dog love
I got my dog love, got my dog love baby
(There's no love, it's dog love)

[DMX]
I run with shorty, pass off the gun to shorty
Do whatever gots to be done with shorty, straight like that
When I hit her like "I'll be right back"
Yo, I'll be right back, ain't no bullshittin, I'll be right back
She got a nigga catchin feelings, I'm a street nigga hard body
But, she got me catchin feelings
Man, those eyes, those lips
Be like damn, those thighs, those hips
She like "blam", make a nigga have to touch somethin (For real)
Not necessarily fuck somethin, as long as I touch somethin (For real)
A nigga blood boil when I see another nigga holla (WHAT)
Don't make me have to pop a nigga in his fuckin collar

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Aiyyo, shit is goin to smooth (Uh)
Since Stella got a new groove (Yeah) it's like we got somethin to prove
We gon' make it, rain or shine
My heart is yours and yours is mine
Like Eve said, "Love Is Blind" (Come on), right about now
I can't see shit cause you always on my mind
Been like that, since I met her, had to have her so I went to get her
But I'm a dog so I didn't sweat her
And it wasn't bout the cheddar, I don't trick
I got two things for bitches, couple of jokes and some dick
Yeah the kid talk slick but that's not what I'm about
We got dog love and me and shorty ridin it out, we out

[Chorus]

[Janice and Amerie]
All I want is you in my life
All I got is you in my life
All I need is you in my life
So I know I'm gonna be all right
[Repeat]

"Wrong Or Right (I'm Tired)"
(feat. Bzr Royale)

"Wrong Or Right (I'm Tired)"
(feat. Bzr Royale)
[Bzr] AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
[DMX] Uhh, yeah
[Bzr] DMX
[DMX] Uh-huh (uh-huh) uhh
[Bzr] Bzr Royale - yeah, yeah, YEAH!
[Bzr] OOOOOOOOOH! .. YEAH!!!

[Chorus: DMX]
I'm tired of answering for shit in MY LIFE
It doesn't matter if it's wrong or right
Tired of answering for shit that I DO
Enough about me, MAN WHAT THE FUCK ABOUT YOU?!

[Bzr Royale]
Dreamin, starvin, drinkin, smokin
Wishin, hopin, infra scopin
Hater prayin for the day man
What I'm sayin's hard not playin
Feel the world is Aquaman
Say them things for days it's rainin
And it's always rainin, and it's always some'n
I'ma keep on comin, I'ma keep on comin
So butterflies can't reach my stomach
to get my heartbeat jumpin and my blood flow pumpin
So my life means some'n and it ain't no frontin
for the respect you get for the work in the climbin
For the ways that's beside me and the niggaz that don't like me
Got a pistol and my iron if you wanna get to firin
We can all keep the violence, we can all get the iron
It's all about the timin if you wanna get the hype in - early!

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Top, dog, cat's don't, know (WHAT!)
Can't fuck with the flow from Y.O. (WHAT!)
Ridin too much dick, say it ain't so (YEA!)
I'm about to let the dog blow, YO!
Get the fuck out the way or get bit (C'MON!)
I ain't with the industry bullshit (UHH)
Cause this is what you'll get (UHH)
Stomped the fuck out or, shut the fuck up and (WHAT!)
Put cats down never, got the fuck up and (WHAT!)
What the fuck's up bitch, I'm tired of talkin
I'm about to let my finger do the walkin (O-KAY!)
Before we outlined in, chalk in the middle of the street
Just start to feelin a little bit of heat (C'MON!)
Don't let the steel in the street that you know go to your head
Fuck around you gon' wake up, DEAD (aight?)
I ain't playin wit'chu bitches, I got 20 years in it
But I realize, it only takes a minute, to end it

[Chorus]

[Bzr Royale]
It's Bzr Royale, come do it live
Mama say, mama sah, mama macusa!
We in {?} probably they know why
Not tryin to be funny; my time is money
See - OFTEN runnin we out the gate
My - HORSE is gunnin, we winnin this race
It's Bloodline (niggaz) it's no time (nigga)
for bitch ass (niggaz) to fool my (niggaz)
Drinkin daily, old ceiling leakin
Men seem tense still smokin, drinkin
Hammers ready for them billings
Tryna creep up in my building
Drunk ass bitches, what's the matter with your mind?
Learn how to live or you learn how to die
Kill a killa, be a killa, that's what's REALLY HOOD
That's what's REALLY GOOD, wish a NIGGA WOULD

[Chorus]

[Bzr Royale - over Chorus]
YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-HOOOO!!
YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!

"Walk These Dogs"
(feat. Kashmir)

"Walk These Dogs"
(feat. Kashmir)
[DMX]
On and off the leash, I'm a beast
No one ever gonna cross me in the streets
My only worries if I'm gon' eat because
WE GON' WALK THESE DOGS
Yeah nigga, live it how I spit it
Look at how I walk it
y'all niggaz could get it
But it must all go down
X is wit' it because
WE GON' WALK THESE DOGS
You got it living BACK livin' with salt
I'ma' bring it BACK 'cause I'ma go hard
Fuckin' til' a nigga play the yard
WE GON' WALK THESE DOGS
Gettin' down has never been an issue
I'ma bust my gun and not gon' miss you
Hate the smell of the slug burnin' the tissue
WE GON' WALK THESE DOGS

[Chorus - DMX (2x):]
Nigga bust up all the thugs
It's about to get real out of hand dog
Better get your man dog
Hit 'em and leave him where niggaz can't stand dog
It's you man dog!

[Kashmir]
You better come in and get him now
Better grab his arm and sit him down
Nigga leave him in his house, I'm a put him down

[DMX]
WE GON' WALK THESE DOGS!

[Kashmir]
We don't give a fuck about you
You talk real slick homie, but we doubt you
Got slugs that a put a nigga right back out you 'cause

[DMX]
WE GON' WALK THESE DOGS!

[Kashmir]
I'm right here now nigga what up
Always talkin' about how you could of, would of
But never doin' shit, 'cause you sweeter then sugar

[DMX]
WE GON' WALK THESE DOGS!

[Kashmir]
Go on now, I'm not the one
Kashmir 7:30 about to pop the gun
Have your mom's on the news sreamin' "Not My Son!"
[DMX]
WE GON' WALK THESE DOGS!

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Don't fuck wit' things you don't know about
I'll have a Smith & Wesson TO show him out
Take him to the desert and blow him out Cause!
WE GON' WALK THESE DOGS!
Right to the streets, with the heat
Until I find something to eat, so don't sleep
Fuck around, thinkin' it's sweet, til' a nigga creep cause
WE GON' WALK THESE DOGS!
Don't cry now, it's too late
I'ma empty ya' stomach of that shit you ate
One time in the park, make a nigga lose weight, because
WE GON' WALK THESE DOGS!
Bigga, Betta, stronga, fasta
Fuck a bitch longa if I have at to
And then I will cap her directly after

[Chorus 2x]