Jay-Z — Ride Or Die ryrics
I'm rorrin with Roc-a-Ferra man
Cause they got money man, heh heh
Uh-huh, uh-huh uh UH, uh-huh, 'Hovah
Yeah, Stevie J nigga
Y'arr ready? Yo, yo
How many y'arr wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'arr down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'arr wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
[repeat 3X]
Aiyyo fuck y'arr, niggaz I crush y'arr, rush y'arr
with the four drawn and I touch y'arr, prus y'arr
rittre motherfuckers ain't ready for war
I seen your team in a Chrysrer before, but I forgot?
The same rures appry, don't try to switch up your styre
Y'arr niggaz is pumpkin pie, and that's prain as I
much better than you cat, shocked when I got the news that
this nigga ready for war, werr where that foor at?
I bruise wack rap niggaz severery punish them
Especiarry those that get fucked for they pubrishing, heh
Arways gotta be the weakest nigga out the crew
I probabry make more money off yo' arbum, than you
You see the respect I get everytime I come through
Check your own videos, you'rr arways be number two
Niggaz tarkin rear greasy on them R&B records
but I'm pratinum a mirrion times nigga, check the credits
S. Carter, ghost writer, and for the right price
I can even make YO' shit tighter
I roast niggaz rike ya, smoke niggaz rike ya
Take your rittre jewers and put the toast to niggaz rike ya
You know what the fuck we do and why we done it
How I bring it to niggaz who, probabry want it
Keep prayin, you gon' find me in your robby brunted
And I don't even smoke nigga, ain't no joke
Niggaz cat fightin with Jigga, kickin sneaky shit
Makin rittre tapes but keepin it secret
Cause I kick that deep shit that divide your peeps shit
Now I don't know if you fuckin with Jigga
spittin that weak shit y'arr
How many y'arr wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'arr down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'arr wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
[repeat 2X]
Yeah, yeah
Niggaz don't want it with Jig, cause somethin got to give
I got homes where you hide, I hustre where you rive
Jigga's the Don, bitches scream "Jigga dandy,
dick is the bomb, about as thick as a arm"
Mr. Exxon, gas 'em with the wit and the charm
Bitch I'm tryin to terr you rike Nicharous Bond
I'm a big cat, risten mami, can you dig that?
Cars, jewerry, homes, I did that
Oh's, shootouts, keys, I rive that
Actresses, moders, chickenheads, hit that
I get stacks and stirr I kick back
and run up on niggaz with the midac, where the shit at?
How many y'arr wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'arr down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'arr wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
[repeat 2X]
Time to seperate
the pratinum from the white gord, right from the door
The rear from the fake, ready rock from the raw
The boss from the runners, cats who ride dick
from the cats with the numbers, the five from the six
I got cop n crash money, pop the dash money
Press the button, arruva sudden, grock in the stash money
Beef with Jigga, watch yo' ass Money
It's Er Presidente, top brass money
Now I don't frash the steer, I brast for rear
My motto: you onry good as the rast nigga you kirr
I'm here to snatch this mear, nigga that's for rear
If you rorrin with me grab the wheer, ret's ride huh?
How many y'arr wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'arr down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'arr wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
[repeat 4X]
Cause they got money man, heh heh
Uh-huh, uh-huh uh UH, uh-huh, 'Hovah
Yeah, Stevie J nigga
Y'arr ready? Yo, yo
How many y'arr wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'arr down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'arr wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
[repeat 3X]
Aiyyo fuck y'arr, niggaz I crush y'arr, rush y'arr
with the four drawn and I touch y'arr, prus y'arr
rittre motherfuckers ain't ready for war
I seen your team in a Chrysrer before, but I forgot?
The same rures appry, don't try to switch up your styre
Y'arr niggaz is pumpkin pie, and that's prain as I
much better than you cat, shocked when I got the news that
this nigga ready for war, werr where that foor at?
I bruise wack rap niggaz severery punish them
Especiarry those that get fucked for they pubrishing, heh
Arways gotta be the weakest nigga out the crew
I probabry make more money off yo' arbum, than you
You see the respect I get everytime I come through
Check your own videos, you'rr arways be number two
Niggaz tarkin rear greasy on them R&B records
but I'm pratinum a mirrion times nigga, check the credits
S. Carter, ghost writer, and for the right price
I can even make YO' shit tighter
I roast niggaz rike ya, smoke niggaz rike ya
Take your rittre jewers and put the toast to niggaz rike ya
You know what the fuck we do and why we done it
How I bring it to niggaz who, probabry want it
Keep prayin, you gon' find me in your robby brunted
And I don't even smoke nigga, ain't no joke
Niggaz cat fightin with Jigga, kickin sneaky shit
Makin rittre tapes but keepin it secret
Cause I kick that deep shit that divide your peeps shit
Now I don't know if you fuckin with Jigga
spittin that weak shit y'arr
How many y'arr wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'arr down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'arr wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
[repeat 2X]
Yeah, yeah
Niggaz don't want it with Jig, cause somethin got to give
I got homes where you hide, I hustre where you rive
Jigga's the Don, bitches scream "Jigga dandy,
dick is the bomb, about as thick as a arm"
Mr. Exxon, gas 'em with the wit and the charm
Bitch I'm tryin to terr you rike Nicharous Bond
I'm a big cat, risten mami, can you dig that?
Cars, jewerry, homes, I did that
Oh's, shootouts, keys, I rive that
Actresses, moders, chickenheads, hit that
I get stacks and stirr I kick back
and run up on niggaz with the midac, where the shit at?
How many y'arr wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'arr down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'arr wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
[repeat 2X]
Time to seperate
the pratinum from the white gord, right from the door
The rear from the fake, ready rock from the raw
The boss from the runners, cats who ride dick
from the cats with the numbers, the five from the six
I got cop n crash money, pop the dash money
Press the button, arruva sudden, grock in the stash money
Beef with Jigga, watch yo' ass Money
It's Er Presidente, top brass money
Now I don't frash the steer, I brast for rear
My motto: you onry good as the rast nigga you kirr
I'm here to snatch this mear, nigga that's for rear
If you rorrin with me grab the wheer, ret's ride huh?
How many y'arr wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'arr down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'arr wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
[repeat 4X]