Can't You See
DMX Lyrics


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[Drag-On]
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Fuck why y'all niggas talking 'bout huh? (it's time I see you)
Get it right, you fagot niggas heard Suge Knight
Double are's the only niggas he respect and, why y'all niggas shook right?
Why y'all get on Hot 97 and, talk wit a baritone
Wit two niggas downstairs with licensed guns to take why y'all home
Scared ass niggas, you think they going take a life so they can get life [nope]
Ask Puff they ain't trying to hear that nigga
For no cake, and why y'all can get at us on Labor Day
We make stones that say ? your moms labor day
I'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think of
Hand held don't hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingers
I'm a Bronx gangsta nigga, double are's hoodrat
The nigga they come get quick bitch, on this hood shit

[Cross]
Why y'all bitches think the riders a joke, well I don't play (let's go)
I blow you whole fucking shit up like Tim McVeigh
Gimme the needle, not tomorrow, but today
Cross coming why y'all better get the fuck out the way
I ain't the shit that you see that's on the top of your church
I put a bomb in your baby carriage, brick through your hearse

[Infa-Red]
Tell your CEO, don't call my CEO apologizing (sorry)
I'm at your wake in the choir standing harmonizing
It's Infa-Red the shit that be on top of the heater
The best thing in New York since Steinbrenner signed Jeter
Hold Camby sister the hostage, then send 'em a reef
So stop fronting vegetarian just scared of beef

[Eve]
Yo, hey suck my dick bitch, the way this chick spit ridiculous
Here we go again, only we on Kiss shit
We coming and you keep running
You keep claiming you the best that done it
Pussy let me see something
Fake niggas screaming "Ryde or Die"
Same niggas we run up on and make 'em cry
Outta all the camps in this game, nigga
We the champs in this game
Who kick the real shit before the fame
Fuck you fat ass, fake bad ass niggas
Still play the hood while you ride past niggas
Coward trust me, we keep it gutter
Hope you stay mad a hater 'cause you can't touch us, huh

"It's time I see you"

[Styles]
Hey yo, I ain't got a care in the world
Kidnapping your kid, maiming your mom, and airing your girl
And like, you ain't got a care in the world
I'm hopeless and numb, I can't see but I can focus my gun
And I'm down for smoking blunts to the head
My nerves is shot, my paces is short, I dump in your head
I'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now
I'm the nigga that they talk about going to Chao
And my name ring bells, my blade stay bloody
If you heard about me beefing dog I leave the most shells
The nigga to salute, the quickest to shoot
Holiday Styles, motherfucker, giving you pound

[Sheek]
What? Like I won't run up and break your jaw
Like they make a vest for your head to stop the 4
I'm tired of rapping, let's get the mack and send niggas on vacation
Right in front of the radio station
Motherfuckers ain't quiet til the tech go off
Arteries hitted, hawkin, they neck is shit
I'm the motherfucking hardest
I smack the shit out of any one of your artists
Whatever the label
Why y'all niggas don't want beef, why y'all want meat at the table
And I don't give a fuck, Sheek'll do life in the box
Before any of why y'all bitch niggas front on the LOX
What? Motherfuckers, see man

[Jadakiss]
Yo, If I miss your head and your neck, I'll hurt your chest
If you from the streets betrayal is worse than death
And I'm known for getting money, not known for wildin
But I'm real I could rock both phones in the island
This is how we even the bets
I kill everything you love dog, right now, even the pets
Everything got dubs on it, even the vets
50 close, then 50 wide, even the sets
Cause the bullets is like calisthenics when I'm squirting
When they start hurting, that means they working




Only way we coming is hard
Industry is like jail nigga, double are's running the yard, uh

Overall Meaning

This excerpt is a verse from the song "Can't You See" by DMX. The song is a posse cut featuring DMX and other members of the LOX, a rap group that included Styles, Sheek, and Jadakiss. This verse specifically is performed by Drag-On, Cross, Infa-Red, Eve, Styles, Sheek, and Jadakiss. The verse is filled with violent imagery and threats toward anyone who may cross them or disrespect them. The lyrics speak of shooting guns, bombing baby carriages, kidnapping children, and other heinous acts.


The verse is characterized by its aggression and bravado. It is clear that the performers are trying to set themselves apart from others in the rap game by presenting themselves as hard-hitting, ruthless individuals who will not be messed with. The use of violent imagery is meant to intimidate anyone who may try to challenge or undermine them.


Overall, the lyrics of "Can't You See" are reflective of the aggressive and confrontational nature that characterized much of the rap music of the late 1990s and early 2000s. The LOX and DMX in particular were known for their hard-hitting lyricism and willingness to confront anyone who they perceived as a threat.


Line by Line Meaning

Fuck why y'all niggas talking 'bout huh?
Why are you all talking nonsense and wasting time?


Get it right, you fagot niggas heard Suge Knight
Understand that only real gangsters like Suge Knight command respect


Double are's the only niggas he respect and, why y'all niggas shook right?
DMX only respects the members of Ruff Ryders, so why are you all acting scared?


Why y'all get on Hot 97 and, talk wit a baritone
Why do you go on radio shows like Hot 97 and speak with a fake, deep voice?


Wit two niggas downstairs with licensed guns to take why y'all home
There are two armed men waiting downstairs to escort you home safely


Scared ass niggas, you think they going take a life so they can get life [nope]
You scared individuals think that those armed men will kill someone so they can go to jail for life? No chance.


Ask Puff they ain't trying to hear that nigga
If you don't believe me, ask Puff Daddy. He won't entertain that talk.


For no cake, and why y'all can get at us on Labor Day
Why do you want to start trouble with us for no reason, especially on a holiday like Labor Day?


We make stones that say ? your moms labor day
We create tombstones that commemorate your mother's Labor Day


I'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think of
I'm available in the neighborhood, ready to meet at any location you suggest


Hand held don't hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingers
I use a handheld weapon that doesn't leave fingerprints, and I have burned my fingertips to avoid identification


I'm a Bronx gangsta nigga, double are's hoodrat
I am a gangster from the Bronx and a loyal member of Ruff Ryders


The nigga they come get quick bitch, on this hood shit
I am the person they quickly come to get in any situation involving the streets


Why y'all bitches think the riders a joke, well I don't play (let's go)
You think we Ruff Ryders are a joke, but I am not one to be messed with


I blow you whole fucking shit up like Tim McVeigh
I can destroy everything you have just like the infamous terrorist, Tim McVeigh


Gimme the needle, not tomorrow, but today
Give me the drugs (needle) immediately, not tomorrow


Cross coming why y'all better get the fuck out the way
Cross is coming, so you better move out of the way


I ain't the shit that you see that's on the top of your church
I am not the holy figure you see at the top of your church


I put a bomb in your baby carriage, brick through your hearse
I am capable of placing a bomb in your baby carriage and smashing a brick into your hearse


Tell your CEO, don't call my CEO apologizing (sorry)
Make sure your CEO understands not to apologize to my CEO


I'm at your wake in the choir standing harmonizing
I will be present at your funeral, standing in the choir, harmonizing


It's Infa-Red the shit that be on top of the heater
I am Infa-Red, the one who is always armed with a gun


The best thing in New York since Steinbrenner signed Jeter
I am considered the best thing to come out of New York since the New York Yankees signed Derek Jeter under owner George Steinbrenner


Hold Camby sister the hostage, then send 'em a reef
I will take Marcus Camby's sister hostage and then send them a funeral wreath


So stop fronting vegetarian just scared of beef
Stop pretending to be a vegetarian, when in reality you are just scared of confrontation and conflict


Yo, hey suck my dick bitch, the way this chick spit ridiculous
Hey, disrespectful woman, listen to my impressive and skillful rap abilities


Here we go again, only we on Kiss shit
We are back at it again, but this time we are on Jadakiss's level


We coming and you keep running
We are approaching and you are constantly fleeing


You keep claiming you the best that done it
You keep boasting about being the best in the game


Pussy let me see something
Come on, show me what you've got


Fake niggas screaming 'Ryde or Die'
Inauthentic individuals are shouting 'Ryde or Die'


Same niggas we run up on and make 'em cry
We approach the same individuals and make them cry in fear


Outta all the camps in this game, nigga
Among all the groups in this industry


We the champs in this game
We are the champions in this industry


Who kick the real shit before the fame
We are the ones who spoke the truth before becoming famous


Fuck you fat ass, fake bad ass niggas
We have no respect for those overweight, fake tough guys


Still play the hood while you ride past niggas
We remain loyal to our neighborhood while you drive by without acknowledging the people


Coward trust me, we keep it gutter
Believe me, we stay true to the streets


Hope you stay mad a hater 'cause you can't touch us, huh
I hope you remain angry and jealous because you can't harm us


Hey yo, I ain't got a care in the world
I couldn't care less about anything


Kidnapping your kid, maiming your mom, and airing your girl
I am capable of kidnapping your child, injuring your mother, and publicly embarrassing your girlfriend


And like, you ain't got a care in the world
And it seems like you don't care about anything either


I'm hopeless and numb, I can't see but I can focus my gun
I feel empty and emotionless, I may not see well, but I can accurately aim my gun


And I'm down for smoking blunts to the head
I am open to smoking marijuana directly to the head


My nerves is shot, my paces is short, I dump in your head
I am on edge, easily triggered, and I will shoot you in the head


I'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now
I am the toughest person you will come across, and you should already know that


I'm the nigga that they talk about going to Chao
I am the person that everyone talks about, a legend in the streets


And my name ring bells, my blade stay bloody
My name is well-known and my knife is always covered in blood


If you heard about me beefing dog I leave the most shells
If you hear about me having a conflict with someone, I will leave behind the most ammunition casings


The nigga to salute, the quickest to shoot
I am the person everyone respects and the fastest to pull the trigger


Holiday Styles, motherfucker, giving you pound
I am Styles, a respected figure, and I am acknowledging you with a fist bump


What? Like I won't run up and break your jaw
You think I won't approach you and break your jaw?


Like they make a vest for your head to stop the 4
As if they manufacture bulletproof vests for your head to protect against my shots


I'm tired of rapping, let's get the mack and send niggas on vacation
I am tired of just rapping, let's grab the guns and send these individuals on a permanent vacation


Right in front of the radio station
We will take action right in front of the radio station


Motherfuckers ain't quiet til the tech go off
No one will be silent or peaceful until the firearm is discharged


Arteries hitted, hawkin, they neck is shit
I will hit their arteries and cause severe injury in their necks


I'm the motherfucking hardest
I am the toughest motherfucker out there


I smack the shit out of any one of your artists
I will violently strike any one of your artists


Whatever the label
It doesn't matter what record label you represent


Why y'all niggas don't want beef, why y'all want meat at the table
Why are you all avoiding confrontation? Why do you just want to eat in peace?


And I don't give a fuck, Sheek'll do life in the box
I don't care, I am willing to spend my life in prison


Before any of why y'all bitch niggas front on the LOX
Before any of you cowards disrespect The LOX


Yo, If I miss your head and your neck, I'll hurt your chest
If I miss shooting you in the head and neck, I will still inflict severe damage to your chest


If you from the streets betrayal is worse than death
In the streets, betraying someone is seen as a fate worse than death


And I'm known for getting money, not known for wildin
I am known for making money, not known for engaging in reckless behavior


But I'm real I could rock both phones in the island
But I am genuine, I have connections in both tough neighborhoods


This is how we even the bets
This is how we settle our scores and make things right


I kill everything you love dog, right now, even the pets
I will destroy everything you care about, including your pets, right this instant


Everything got dubs on it, even the vets
Everything we have is worth twice as much, even the veterans


Cause the bullets is like calisthenics when I'm squirting
When I am shooting, the bullets are as fast and as impactful as a vigorous workout


When they start hurting, that means they working
When the bullets start causing pain, that means they are doing their job


Only way we coming is hard
We only approach situations with maximum force


Industry is like jail nigga, double are's running the yard, uh
The music industry is like a prison, and Ruff Ryders are in control




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: EVE JEFFERS, EDDIE HOLLAND, BRIAN HOLLAND, LAMONT HERBERT DOZIER, SHANDEL GREEN, S. MARTIN, J. SMITH, JASON PHILLIPS, DAVID STYLES, SEAN JACOBS, MEL JASON SMALLS

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