Intro

Interviewer: Yo I'm sayin, these Ruff Ryder Niggas DMX: Dog Interviewer: I heard these niggas is for real DMX: Dog. That's my mans and them Interviewer: But I heard these niggas is like Suppose to be locking 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 doing Interviewer: right, right DMX: my mans and them is doing, because Interviewer: right DMX: that's my mans and them, ya know Interviewer: I feel ya DMX: Now ya feel me? Interviewer: I feel ya DMX: So you know when you fucking with me Interviewer: right, right DMX: you fucking with Interviewer: Uh-oh, what have you done now? [Intro] Told y'all niggas You just don't listen Why must you be hard-headed? Tried to explain, but you didn't hear me, though You know Grrrrrr [Verse 1] 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 When you 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 for real, get up and feel My words, I make herbs split up and squeal Ill is all I've been hearing lately Niggas hate me, wanna duct tape me and make me Put their brains on the wall, when I brawl Too late for that 9-1-1 call Niggas stay beefing, but a lot of them bluff But not me because I'm a nigga that can get out of them cuffs You think a lot of them's tough, that's just a front When I hit them niggas like 'What you want?' The battle turns into a hunt With the dog right behind niggas chasing them down We all knew that you was pussy, but I'm tasting it now And never give a dog blood, because raw blood will have a dog like what Biting whatever, all up in your 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; clack-clack Close your eyes baby, it's over, forget it Happened in front off your building, but nobody knows who did it [Bridge] 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 [Verse 2] Niggas is puss, keep on running from the werewolf, owww Howling at the moon on the roof (uh oh) Eh, ah, no, get em 10 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, laying up with the white hat Getting right back atchya when I snatch ya Up out the grave, nothing 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'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 thinking And eventually found that's what you get for stinking Blowing 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'ma rob 'em That nigga DMX is a mothafuckin' problem Aight?