Go to Sleep
► DMX ft. Eminem Obie Trice Lyrics

I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
The singer won't rest until they see their enemy dead.

Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
The singer wants to kill their enemy, not just hurt them.

'cause we, are just gonna be, enemies As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us Coming to terms, where we can agree
The singer and their enemy will never be friends and will always be opposed to each other.

There ain't gonna be, no reasoning, speakin wit me You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles
The artist won't listen to their enemy's reasoning and gets angry when his child is mentioned, and refuses to speak English when discussed.

So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
The artist won't stop their conflict with their enemy unless they meet in person and witness the artist's true furor.

And you're gonna see, this gangster beat on himself I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
The singer doesn't need any allies such as the rap group D-12 because they are powerful enough to face their enemy alone.

Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only We never met, but best believe you gon know me When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
The singer doesn't require any backup and wants to face their enemy one on one, even if they have never met before.

Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too!
The artist is taunting their enemy, telling them to lift them up and throw them, and already considers them history, informing them they'll get their comeuppance as well.

Now go to sleep bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes Go to sleep, bitch!
The artist is telling their enemy to die and go to sleep permanently, with a final command to close their eyes.

Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes? And go to sleep bitch! (what?) Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!
The artist is frustrated that their enemy is still alive and repeating their command for the final time - either dying or falling unconscious.

We got you niggaz, nervous On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin?
The singer is insulting their enemy, claiming they are not true MCs or gangsters, and questioning their credibility.

When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when You fuck with a label overseeing the Earth Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth And as I mold, I become a curse So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
The artist believes that their label Shady Records is the most powerful entity in the music industry and that they are a curse to any who oppose them.

Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who Depicts fiction in his verse
The singer will use guns to achieve their aims, and anyone who dies will deserve it because they were telling lies in their lyrics.

All you motherfuckers, take that! Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo We're killing all you motherfuckers dead, all of you Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press! Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt! Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame!
The singer is exulting in their victory over their enemies, telling them to die without any recognition or fame.

Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight 'cause it's all good, it's all right Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac Blood Line, and, we can go track for track Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that?
The singer is proud of their accomplishments and their rap crew, Blood Line, and challenging anyone to match their talent and is surprised/infuriated at those who try to take them down.

Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha
The artist is addressing DMX and Obie Trice as they wrap up the song.