Ryde or Die, Bitch
[Jadakiss]|I'm feelin this hook right here|Good lookin out Timbaland, y'know?|[Timbaland]|Uh-huh|What?|Uh-huh|What?||[Timbaland (Eve)]|I need a ryde or die bitch|(I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)|I need a ryde or die bitch|(I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)|I need a ryde or die bitch|(Smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum)|I need a ryde or die bitch|(I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue)||[Jadakiss]|Ha|Yo, yo, yo|Yeah, what's up ma, what's going on, I know you know 'Kiss|The nigga with the hot flow and a cold wrist|Can flow always, sit on 4 K's|Then wait for a drought and flood 'em with all 'dres|Ryde or die chick, hand do a B.I.|Give a nigga up north some ass on a V.I.|And she blackout when she in the mall|Got the brand new spring Prada shit in the fall|Don't matter what size panties, fitting her small|And she don't got no problem hittin' us all|And she said she got a man, but he in the fed|And she miss him so much that she pee in the bed|So you know I had to lighten her raw, fighting the dog|Pushing the seat back gettin' right in the fall|Make her use a fake credit card twice in a store|Might make you do it tomorrow you triflin' whore||[Styles Paniro]|I need a chick that ryde or die, pullin' the 5|Gettin' high with the Gucci frames over her eyes|Sweet to the tail, still won't fuck in the Benz|cause she bought me a Polo coat and a couple of Timbs'|Doobie was rap, both in the movie with gats|Gave me head cause the movie was wack, word|Toasted her crib, blow in the fridge, she needed to work|I died and that bitch gon' put weed in my hearse|Gamed her to death, tattooed my name on her neck|You don't wanna see me bangin' the left, hittin' the gas|That bitch out the window poppin' heat in yo' ass|You could catch Holiday in a Holiday Inn|With a bad bitch swallowin' gin, word|And if it got to do with money count Holiday in|With my ryde or die bitch that'll body your man|You don't like me as a artist, she gon' body your fam'||[Sheek Luchion]|Uh, uh, yo|Yo, when you see Sheek, don't look at me as Sheek from The L.O.X.|Look at me as that cat that know how to box|Know about glocks, know about slingin' them rocks|Know about runnin' from cops and switchin' up spots|How to get rich, know about thuggin' a bitch|Fuck 'em in the park, fuck a sweet as the Ritz|They like that shit, and I ain't gotta spend no checks|Fuck diamonds, all they really want is rough ass sex|And they name, shout it out when I'm up at Flex|I get drunk with bitches that don't get drunk|Don't get high, have 'em doing drive-by's|Shit they never did, forgetting about they kids|Moms babysitting, ain't seen her in a week|I'm a bad influence to parents that hate Sheek|I need a ryde or die bitch that'll take this coke|Out of town, and come back and breakdown when I'm broke, what|