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DMX] Uhh.. [Sisqo] DMX, Sisqo [DMX] Yo.. what these bitches want from a nigga? [Sisqo] Dru Hill, yaknahmsayin? [DMX] What these bitches want from a nigga? [Sisqo] HmmmMMMMMM (Ruff Ryders) DMX break em off [DMX] What these bitches want from a nigga? [Sisqo] Break em off, some.. [DMX] Aiyyo!! Dog, I meet bitches, discrete bitches Street bitches, slash, Cocoa Puff sweet bitches (WHAT?) Make you wanna eat bitches, but not me Y'all niggaz eat off the plate all you want but not D (UHH) I fuck with these hoes from a distance The instant they start to catch feelings I start to stealin they shit then I'm out just like a thief in the night I sink my teeth in to bite You thinkin life, I'm thinkin more like - whassup tonight? Come on ma, you know I got a wife and even though that pussy tight I'm not gon' jeapordize my life (aight?) So what is it you want from a nigga? (WHAT?) I gave you, you gave me - BITCH, I blazed you, you blazed me (c'mon) Nothin more, nothin less, but you at my door willin to confess that it's the best you ever tested Better than all the rest, I'm like, "Aight girlfriend, hold up I gave you, what you gave me Boo, a nut (f'real)" Chorus: Sisqo What these bitches want from a nigga? What you want.. (what you want) What these bitches want from a nigga? Really want.. What these bitches want from a nigga? I've been keepin you up on it Bling bling'n, on that jewelry girl I bought it What these bitches want from a nigga? Aiyyo, tell me what you want from me Baby tell me what you want from me! (So what you want?) [DMX] There was Brenda, LaTisha, Linda, Felicia (okay) Dawn, LeShaun, Ines, and Alicia (ooh) Teresa, Monica, Sharron, Nicki (uh-huh) Lisa, Veronica, Karen, Vicky (damn) Cookies, well I met her in a ice cream parlor (aight?) Tonya, Diane, Lori and Carla (okay) Marina (uhh) Selena (uhh) Katrina (uhh) Sabrina (uhh) About three Kim's (WHAT?) LaToya, and Tina (WHOO!) Shelley, Bridget, Cavi, Rasheeda (uh-huh) Kelly, Nicole, Angel, Juanita (damn!) Stacy, Tracie, Rohna, and Ronda (WHAT?) Donna, Ulanda (WHAT?) Tawana, and Wanda (WHAT?) were all treated fairly but yet and still bitches is on some other shit now that I'm fuckin wit Dru Hill But I'ma keep it real (WHAT?) What the fuck you want from a nigga? (c'mon) What the fuck you want from a nigga? (c'mon) Chorus (w/ minor variations) [DMX] Aiyyo, I think about when a nigga didn't have (YEAH) and a nigga told a joke, and the bitches didn't laugh See now I do the math, I see if you got this and this and this to some cats, that nigga's the shit (aight?) And that's all they fuckin with, but see these bitches don't know If these bitches ain't for real, these bitches don't go Knock on door, no show, I'm sleep tryin to creep wit yo' best friend, put it in, dig deep [Sisqo - singing over dub chorus] X let me talk to em for a minute Oooohhh I know I know it's so hard to be a victim of my reality Heard you callin me names, said I was trife One thing you gotta know, I'ma be a nigga for life yeahhhhhhhhh yeahhhh Oahahohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Chorus 2X (w/ Sisqo ad-libs)

This is the fuckin shit I be talkin about Half rappin' ass mothafuckers You think it's a game? You think it's a fuckin GAME? Come on, uh, uh, uh Come on, uh, uh… What'cha really want What'cha really want, what D-M-X, uh, uh… Come on, Ryde or die Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo What's my name? DMX and I be the best You see the rest they lookin like they need a rest One more time, I'mma spit at you some shit That's gon get at you be fuckin with your mind, stop talkin shit Cuz you out there runnin' your mouth And really don't know who you fuckin with Here we go again How many times do I have to tell you rap niggas? I have no friends you still actin up Runnin around here like some brand new pussy that's about to get fucked The game don't stop, I'm still gettin down for whatever Whenever that's why my shit is hot, can't keep it real Now, some of us do but most of us don't that's just how a nigga feel I shed blood, for my people that'll keep you lookin see-through Whenever you try to creep through [CHORUS] x2 D-M-X If you want it we got it Come and get it nigga we wit it All you gotta do is set it baby Ryde or die What'cha niggas want, uh, uh What'cha niggas want repeat 1X You still playin games You gon think it's a joke until they no longer remember your name That's how we do 'em Make cowards disappear into thin air by puttin shit through em Never comin' back Last time you saw that nigga is the last time you'll see that nigga (aight) No more deaths Cuz in a minute you gonna have grandma bein the only family member left Bust my gun If I gots to kill a nigga but I'm always down for the one on one Dog for life We gon get to the bottom of this shit if it takes all night Stop drop Open up shop (what) Fake up-north niggas screamin' for the cops Ryde or die What that mean is that a tell a nigga bye-bye and pop him in his right eye [CHORUS] x2 Look at all these off brand niggas Runnin' around yappin' about they be holdin figgas as big as Jigga's That's that bullshit Hope they know that around me talkin' about what you got will get you hit I'm not a nice person I mean I'd smack the shit out you twice dog and that's before I start cursin' I stay flippin' One minute I'm cool, the next minute I'm up on a nigga, rippin' That's my style I'm a cruddy nigga leave you all bloody nigga service with a smile Suck my dick And while you niggas that's been to jail before know it's about to get thick Let's get it on baby I'm gonna be goin' against 4 niggas in one and you think you crazy? I've lost my mind And I'm about to make you lose yours too from far away one time [CHORUS] x4 D-M-X! [CHORUS] D-M-X!

Chorus: DMX Niggaz won't creep these streets with me cause you know fuckin what these streets'll be Make you wanna.. then I'm gonna.. cause I gotta.. POP POP, POP POP (nigga!) I look through the 11th floor window Take one last puff of the indo (WHAT?) Look through the scope, and let like ten go Break it down, back in the briefcase (uh-huh) Wipe the sweat off my face so I can leave safe (UH) Outside I breathe safe (UH) Nigga never saw it comin, that's how he got it (WHAT?) Never even thought of runnin, cause a nigga plotted (WHAT?) Smart niggaz get niggaz killed for real I know, they make a deal? I'm comin with the steel (aight) It's gon' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you (uhh) Stop you in your motherfuckin tracks nigga and drop you (uhh) Get rid of all the clothes (uh-huh) dump the gun I hate to be the type of nigga to leave you, slugged and run but I'm on the job and right now there's more niggaz that need to be left with a head full of lead, restin easily (WHOO) And that twenty G's a fee, put to a good use The only excuse I have for what I do is, love of abuse (C'MON!) Chorus 2X [DMX] I can catch you in the very building that you live in (UH) Wait until you get right at your door then start spittin (aight?) Now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps (what?) I was there, you ain't DIE at the top of the steps (aight?) I can do that walk behind you shit and follow you home (shhh) Make a noise, you turn around and I put one in your dome (BOOM!) Last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light (uhh, uhh, uhh) I blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight (C'MON!) I could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode (BOOM!) then make em call, tell em all they found was a piece of your clothes and a small piece of your nose and, bone from your arm which they really couldn't tell apart, because of the bomb I could be waitin, camped out in yo' car, in the backseat with some fuckin chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet I jump up like Jack-in-the-Box, strangle the shit out yo' ass (BLEH) clean up the mess and, get away from the cops Chorus 2X [DMX] I could be the UPS delivery boy (uh-huh) or the man workin at Toys'R'Us handin yo' kid a brand new toy (true) I could be the one servin your food wherever you go to eat at or that nigga on the corner that you ask, "Yo, where the weed at?" I could be the one drivin the schoolbus that yo' kids in except that, I don't like to involve, women and children (aight) A nigga got feelings, I just put em aside and when it's time for me to do my job, I just ride I don't get much sleep (uh) my soul's tormented (uh) I wish it was a lie but everything I said I meant it I know I'm doin wrong and everyday I beg the Lord to forgive me for fuckin with the, double-edged sword Shit ain't goin too well, BUT THAT'S MY LIFE I know I'm goin to hell, BUT THAT'S MY LIFE Sometimes I think what will I do, WITH MY LIFE Kill nigga kill this IS MY LIFE Chorus 2.5X

[DMX] Let us pray Lord Jesus it is you, who wakes me up every day And I am forever grateful for your love.. .. this is why I pray You let me touch so many people, and it's all for the good I influenced so many children, I never thought that I would And I couldn't take credit for the love they get because it all comes from you Lord; I'm just the one that's givin it And when it seems like the pressure gets to be too much I take time out and pray, and ask that you be my crutch Lord I am not perfect by a longshot -- I confess to you daily But I work harder everyday, and I hope that you hear me In my heart I mean well, but if you'll help me to grow then what I have in my heart, will begin to show And when I get goin, I'm not lookin back for NOTHIN Cause I will know where I'm headed, cause I'm so tired of the sufferin I stand before you, a weakened version of, your reflection Beggin for direction, for my soul needs resurrection I don't deserve what you've given me, but you never took it from me because I am grateful, and I use it, and I do not, worship money If what you want from me is to bring your children to you my regret is only having one life to do it, instead of two Amen

[DMX] Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO! Chorus: DMX Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here [DMX] If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight There go the gun click, nine one one shit All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime you come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to but I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else and we all thought you loved yourself But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin that, now cause they miss you Shit a nigga tried to diss you That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts Chorus [DMX] Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name First of all, you ain't rapped long enough to be fuckin with me and you, you ain't strong enough So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic? Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go" I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over puss that don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them? They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN Chorus [DMX] I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead Cause youse a soft type nigga Fake up North type nigga Puss like a soft white nigga Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin Grandma wishin your soul's at rest but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest Chorus [DMX] Hold up! ERRRRRRRR! One.. two.. meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my Ruff Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my street street peoples meet me outside meet me outside, outside motherfucker X is got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man X got ya bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz) Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin again (DMX) Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again All my streets they bouncin again Bouncin again, we're bouncin again Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again Bouncin again and we bouncin again Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now.. {*BOOM*}

[DMX] Uhh.. this is life (this is life) This is what I know (this what I know) So to me (so to me) this is life (this is life) Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X) One more road to cross One more risk to take Gotta live my life like there's one more move to make [DMX] I'm up at like 6 AM, to check this nigga He work the nightshift, and I gots to check them figures Knock on his door, peoples talkin bout, "He ain't there," but the house is packed, shit I know he here somewhere See money get high, I don't knock what a nigga do to get by Just make sure you gettin by don't FUCK with you gettin mine Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit then Hate to think of what he's did and if I catch him slippin won't be an ass-whippin, I can tell you that I keep it real with this cat, he go and sell two packs and run off (damn) tell me, he was locked down, up North and you out a week later? That's bullshit! I bust off, I need this dough Fuck you think I'm here for my health? I need this wealth, because I feed myself You play with my life, when you play with my money Playin around but this'll be the last time you think somethin's funny Chorus [DMX] Yo, I've been casin the liquor store, for a month now with me and two other niggaz, is about to run up in there and shut it down I got four people on the inside, one stay in the back Two stock boys, one at the register but he count the stacks Aight bitch, put on the ski mask, make sure that when we ask for the dough they know that we takin all three bags Now see that? You gotta hear em shoot that nigga Matter of fact, you hit the back, I'll put two in that nigga Hardhead motherfuckers always get it I told him what would happen if he moved the nigga moved so I did it Did you get it? I asked my man as he was comin from the back Nigga opened his mouth said nothin and fell out flat This cat come out spittin, hittin my mans, his mans Couldn't control what was in his hands I'm hit, damn! I bust back, and got the fuck up out of there Didn't get a dime, but at least I got up out of there Chorus [DMX] Aiyyo I see it, try to avoid it, but it comes That's how it's goin in the slums over crumbs Somethin little becomes somethin major Niggaz gettin blown up like a pager Ear to ear with the razor, pour out my soul Took control of hurt, why must Earl Simmons, swim in dirt? I'm gon' make it work, twenty-eight and tryin to get, baptized Priest wouldn't touch me cause he said I gave him bad vibes Ryde, when I Die, straight down, but I'm plottin We all gots to go but who wants to be forgotten? I'ma leave a mark, and it won't be the mark of the devil Throw dirt and may your hands burn when you touch the shovel The level of animosity is stoppin me from thrivin FUCK what them niggaz is talkin about, I'm survivin Alive and goin through it, but I made my bed So now it's in these flames that I, lay my head Chorus 2X

[DMX] Uhh.. c'mon! Chorus: DMX (Dog) It's more to a song than, jewelry and clothes More to a niggaz life than, money and hoes The game is a lot bigger than you, think you know And if you think you know, then I don't think you know [DMX] Niggaz - walk around frontin (frontin) talkin bout jewels (jewels) how much you bust tools, y'all niggaz sounds like fools (woo) Who you really think give a fuck how much your watch cost? (mm-hmm) How much your watch cost? You bout to get your watch lost (aight) If you flashin it, you must not want it See I fuck with real niggaz that done it You know what time it is, run it! Niggaz got more important shit to deal with Talkin about some 4 wheel shit but my man here is about to kill shit (UH!) Keep playin niggaz pussy, and you will get fucked Why don't you cop some more ice dog; then you will get stuck and fucked Bitch-ass nigga, hit my street and see what happens to that iceberg when it's hit by heat (woo) It want be a pretty sight, you and your pretty wife Oh you must have forgot dog, this is the shitty life (aight?) Ain't a fuckin thing sweet, and ain't nothing fair Just another nigga dead, don't a motherfucker care Chorus: repeat 2X [DMX] Born and raisesd in the projects and can't forget it And all that grimmy shit niggaz do, I done did it (uhh) And I'm still wit it, nigga I stay in the hood But when the cats is out, bet the dog, play in the hood You keep bringin them fake bitches through You gon' fuck around and make bitches do (WHAT?) We take bitches too (aight?) An if you comin through my block, it's gon' be the last stop We blast tops, faggots couldn't make it to the stash box (c'mon!) Big ass rocks, I want that! Fuck the blood All that shit washes off, the next day I'm like, "What?" Flossin yo' shit, what I want for yo' shit? (uhh, uhh) Give a nigga like three bricks to feed the dogs with Cause I ain't really gots to shine (Why?) When they do, I do For me them niggaz'll hide you, where nobody'll find you If you eatin motherfucker, then your dogs should be eatin too Not just four or five niggaz Cause you know what the streets'll do Chorus: repeat 2X [DMX] I will be the voice of the street til I die (die) Cause I know if I keep my heart real, I'm gon' fly (fly) Either let me fly or give me death; if you didn't catch it then get it now, cause it's all that's left And this will be the last breath (uh) provokin my niggaz (uh) to start choking y'all niggaz (WHAT?) and smokin y'all niggaz A nigga would never have to say, "X feed me!" You'll never hear a nigga say, "X is greedy!" Only, "X believe me! I didn't know it was a setup!" Get up, cocksuckin motherfucker, shut up Shut up {*"pop pop"*} Fuck you nigga From the hood to the wood, fuck you nigga This for my dogs, til death do us part I'm still here, cause I been here from the start (aight?) If I'm ever anywhere, anytime it gets ugly (WHAT?) The dog is aight, cause I know the streets love me (grrrrrrrrr) Chorus: repeat 2X [DMX] (*speaking softly*) Dog.. Jewelry and clothes.. Money and hoes.. Think you know? I don't think you know

[DMX] Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.. mm.. Chorus: DMX I gots to make a move and make it soon, uhh I gots to take a block and make it boom {*BOOM*} I take the car and hit it with this boom Now come on, let's get that money! [DMX] It's two o'clock and I'm just about to hit the street Til I knock off this rock I don't get to eat Sometimes that's like that's the only reason why I hustle Step on toes, strongarm and show a lil' muscle Ain't no real dough, that's why a nigga feel so frustrated I hate it, seein crab niggaz that made it And I'm robbin cats just as broke as myself Livin foul and ain't lookin out for my health, where's the wealth? Not in New York, cause niggaz talk about goin out of state Money got an eighth, comin back, hot with a lot of weight Where's my plate nigga? I'm hungry too So I'ma do like hungry do, and get a hungry crew Niggaz that ain't never had, and doin bad Won't be bad to get up off that stoop lookin sad Grab your bags, it's about to go down We goin to this hicktown, let's get the lowdown, on how they get down Chorus 2X [DMX] I gots to make a move and make it soon Gots to take a block and make it boom we comin through so make some room Found somethin that could be somethin if I pump it up This kid Black is the only thing that could fuck it up The purple top ?thirty-five smalls a ring of games? but I'ma crush him with the black 40 double-L's I send two niggaz back up top, and come back we chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop It's four in the mornin, we on the block creepin Killin the cash, while yo' ass is sleepin Look here, I'm what they call a true hustler cause nigga if I ain't know you since I was like six then I don't trust ya And we'll bust ya over somethin petty like a few dollars Put somethin hot up in that ass and watch you holla ("Ahhhhh!") You think I'm here for the hoe flow? I want the dough flow and fuck the po'-po', nigga keep a fo'-fo' Chorus 2X [DMX] I spend my money on niggaz cause niggaz get me rich and a bitch ain't doin shit but suckin my dick Niggaz is family now, and we stand strong Thirty niggaz on six blocks, makin the cash long Shit is good, because niggaz gettin what they been wantin and we see the same shit, other New York niggaz frontin Stick up kids huntin, but I ain't got no love for em I keep the burner and the duster with the glove for em Them motherfuckin knockers come at us and chop us and I know they, really tryin to stop us and wanna drop us So we pump, from the alley and the last house we use as a cash house It's holdin em strong, it's a stash house I got runners that work for twelve hour shifts and when them niggaz keep they count correct, I don't riff But I ain't tryin to hear that nigga took your pack shit Ain't tryin to hear jack shit, fuck the black bitch I ain't a greedy nigga, all I want is a five year run If I don't make it, then fuck it, let me die near a gun Got bitches to transport without an escort I'm makin moves from D.C. up to Westport Local police ain't a problem cause they don't even stress us It be them ATF niggaz that have you under pressure Just so you know, ain't gon' never put my glock down (why nigga?) Cause I'm a hustlin motherfucker, and I'm holdin my block down Chorus 2X

[DMX] Same old shit dog, just a different day You know how niggas do when we play how we play IT IS NOT A FUCKING GAME! A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do If it's fuck me nigga, then you know it's fuck you I kick it to shorty to try to help him understand (uuh) Hit him with work cause yo, that's my little man (uh-uhh) He asked a few questions bout the game and I told him And when he made a bad move it was my place to scold him (aight) Never told nutting wrong, I kept it fair He didn't listen , so I might as well have been talking to the air (damn) Everybody makes mistakes, and mistakes is aight But if it ain't,Ima tell you straight time to say goodnight Nobody likes to be played, regardless of the relationship But shorty's fucking up big time, I HATE THIS SHIT I'm caught in the middle of having love for a lil' nigga Knowing what's expected of me as a real nigga (damn) My next move is crucial, wat do I do? How do I keep real to my shorty and my crew? Didn't want to kill him, so instead of putting the Mac on him I did the only thing I could do, turn my back on him Chorus:DMX Here we go again Same old shit dog, just a different day Here we go again You know how niggas do, when we play how we play Here we go again A man's gotta do, what a man's gotta do Here we go again So if it's fuck me nigga, then you now it's fuck you [DMX] Niggas that I fuck wit, wanna get him dead But I'm cool with shorty's peoples, so I let him live Under normal circumstances, he would be a marked man But I hit him with a grand, just didn't shake his hand (ooh) Go about your business (uh-uuh) do what you gonna do (uh) Be what you gon' be, I wash my hands, I'm through (aight?) I can forgive you, I just can't forget You're on your own lil' man don't ask me for shit (no) If you paid attention to what I taught you then you good (uuh) If I see you again, GET IT, understood? Go ahead before I change my mind 'cause you know you should be dead "I just wanted to say---" Aight!!!GO 'HEAD! Instinct told me to kill him but the saviour is I'm a good nigga, plus I owed his peeps a favor (hmm) But I also knew, the decision I just made (yeah) Went against the rules of the game that we played (damn) Chorus: [DMX] I should have followed my 1st instinct cause I knew Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do Now this niggas fucking wit the competition (WHAT?) Ungrateful motherfucker, shoulda got him missing (WHAT?) This nigga got the nerve to take my kindness, for a weakness Gotsa get back on some street shit so i can creep this Rat, When I act, Take one, set im up, To take two, get him there, Take three, get him done Wasn't hard for me to get him where I wanted him, confronted him {*barrel spins*} BZZZZZZT, CLICK! There was a bullet in one of them Feeling lucky? CLICK! Looks like you are CLICK!CLICK!CLICK, luck ain't goin too far What you did was put a another pair of shoes And they happened to be too big What you did was stupid (damn) real fucking stupid (aight) Well shorty I gave you a chance and what did you do? Threw it back in my fucking face, so FUCK YOU TOO! *BLAM* aight Chorus x2

[Dyme] Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys? [DMX] Hey yo Boo, why do (good girls) like bad guys? Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies? (And why do) dog niggaz (want a honey wit class?) (Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass) [DMX] Uh, uh Hey yo, who would ever think that the two would go good Midtown honey, nigga from the hood But knock on wood, I got this bitch (what?) excuse me She don't like to be called a bitch, try not to lose me The rules we go by, where I'm from, she don't know When I say I'm goin around the way, she won't go (Hell no) C'mon baby, you aight with me Tryin to get you, to spend the whole night with me (But I'm a good girl) Uhh, that's why I like her Couldn't treat her like a hoodrat, didn't bite her Turn a church girl to a straight Ruff Ryder Take her to the Ramada make it an all nighter (Oh no, I only go to the Swiss hotel) Fuckin with me? I have you in the back of the Chevelle Like what (what) hittin it raw dogg in the butt You was good this mornin, but tonight you a slut Chorus: DMX (Dyme) Why do (good girls) like bad guys Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies? (And why do) dog niggaz (want a honey wit class?) (Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass) Hey yo Boo, why do (good girls) like bad guys Knowin that bad guys tell mad lies? (Then why do) dog niggaz (want a honey wit class?) (Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass) [Dyme] Hey yo Boo, I'm diggin you, cause you make me wanna do all them things I was taught I wasn't supposed to I'm secure, keep it tight while you on tour (You fuckin wit a dog!) That's why I'm feelin you more Attraction to me, wit yo' tactics Hit it like AHHH! Make me backflip (You been tryin to act, rich, that's why I taxed you And I just got married) Hell, but I ain't even ask you (I'm just tellin you, cause nowadays, bitches be flippin) One more bitch, I'm skippin (Damn girl, stop trippin) Cause you be actin like (Listen, I ain't always talkin money But I will keep you wit a smile, and walkin funny So what's it gon' be?) Yo, what you mean? (What to do? You want the nigga wit the slacks, or the jeans and the boots? You wanna be safe or be laced, cause you can be replaced) Yeah, you can be erased (Don't get slapped, babyface) Chorus [DMX] Man, I got shorty stayin out late (Well I keep him wit a cut and his nails stay clean) At least I get a nut And I got honey rebellin (And I stopped him from sellin) I be gettin away with murder, right? (shit, I ain't tellin) Straight out the hood (yeah, nigga you get mushy) I got honey suckin dick (and I got you eatin pussy) I can be good in a bad way (I can be bad in a good way) Girl, you ain't the same dog (that's what them rats in the hood say or would say, if you was around them more often) I got honey smokin weed (it be havin me coughin) She keep the dog on the leash (when we walk in the streets) And if y'all think it's sweet (then the dog's off the leash Now I don't want no drama, wit no baby's mama I might be a good girl, but I keeps the armor) Girl, you off the hook, but at least now I know why Good girls like bad guys Chorus [Dyme] Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys? Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys? Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys? Why do good girls (what what what) like bad guys? Uhh, uhh C'mon, yeah, I like that C'mon, wha wha what Yeah yeah, DMX Dyme, baby girl Ruff Ryder, uhh, yeah..