Who's Next
DMX Lyrics


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When I creep through niggaz is see through, just like negligee (Uh!)
Ain't no talkin' 'cause there ain't much that the dead can say
Long as I'm walkin' I be strappin' my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
Rackin' the hogs, Desert Eagle packin' the morgues (What?)

Metal slabs with yellow tags on toes
It's what happens to those that (Uh!), chose to be foes and (uh-huh!)
Bet his man knows, but yo, we only get stronger (Uh!)
And the amount of time we're facin' is only gettin' longer

Get the mayor on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) It's time for shit to go down (Uh!)

Strapped for the show down (Uh!)
Wet up yo crib, kick the door down
Know you schemin' so I gots to get you first
Put you right up in a brand new hearse, could be worse (Whoo!)

Shoulda seen what I gave this nigga
Two vests couldn't save this nigga (Uh!)
The way I laid this nigga
Played this nigga

But that's what I'm good at (uh-huh!)
Layin' niggaz out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
Where's my fuckin' hood at? (Whoo!)

Cripple niggas like switches (Uh!)
Rip on niggas like bitches (Uh!)
Then pour niggas in ditches (Uh!)

They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga caught
Or should I say a nigga bought
Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
Triple what a nigga thought

But that's just how shit be
I know that one day they gon' try that shit wit me
But just as long as I'm on top of shit
You ain't stoppin' shit, and ain't a motherfucker droppin' shit

If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!)
If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uh!)
M to the X
Most y'all niggas is strait sex (What?) (shots)
Next?!

If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!)
If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uh!)
M to the X
Most y'all niggas is strait sex (What?) (shots)
Next?!

Plenty of niggaz know, dirty is how I do 'em
Put buck shots, from a thirty right through 'em
'Cause ain't none of y'all muh'fuckers built for war
And I lay down the law (Clueminati!), when I spray down the door

Fuck around on my name will be 95-B-64-11
(What?) On a three-and-a-half to seven (C'mon!)
When even up north I put niggas to waste
So you wanna stop the violence, get the f**k out my face

Parole before peeps hit the board off
Bitches is fuckin' but I sleep with the sawed off
I got shit to do, rules to break, crews to break
Before the news to break, I got dudes to take

I don't joke 'cause Jokers is cards
And cards are what I pull
Infra red with the clip full
No leash on the pitbull (Ha ha!)

That shit is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!)
But how I handle shit
Is to dismantle shit (C'mon!)
De-de-de-de-de

Like Popeye when it's Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through two niggaz like the tape at the finish line
What's your crew, gonna do when I put the pressure on
And it hurts, wannabe gangstaz in skirts (Aight!)

And the bitches comin' all out them niggaz
One false move and their moms'll read about them niggas
And they wives'll be without them niggas
Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin money, throw your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)

If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!)
If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uh!)
M to the X
Most y'all niggas is strait sex (What?) (shots)
Next?!

If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!)
If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uh!)
M to the X
Most y'all niggas is strait sex (What?) (shots)
Next?!

Niggaz won't creep in the streets with me
(Desert Storm!)
Cause you know what f**kin with these streets would be
The Professional Part 2!
Muthaf**ker! (Ha ha!)
Uhh, huh-uh (My nigga Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)




Pa-pa-pa-pa nigga!
(Yo Ruff Ryders! Word up!)

Overall Meaning

In DMX's song "Who's Next," the lyrics describe the violent and brutal world that the rapper lives in. He portrays himself as a dangerous and skilled killer who walks around armed and ready to take down his enemies. One line compares his opponents to negligees, stating how easily he can see through them. DMX's unrelenting attitude is on display throughout the song, as he boasts about his abilities to take out anyone who crosses him. The lyrics also touch on the idea that the rapper knows he will eventually face his own demise, but he is confident that he will remain on top until that happens.


Throughout the song, DMX references weapons such as the Desert Eagle and a sawed-off shotgun, highlighting his readiness for any situation. He talks about leaving his opponents' bodies in ditches and not even bothering to hide them. The chorus, "If it ain't ruff it ain't me," emphasizes his commitment to a life of violence and aggression. The lyrics speak to DMX's street upbringing and the harsh realities of his environment. The song shows how he has been shaped by his surroundings and is unapologetically himself.


Line by Line Meaning

When I creep through niggaz is see through, just like negligee (Uh!)
When I sneak up on people, they become transparent and easily seen, just like a see-through negligee.


Ain't no talkin' 'cause there ain't much that the dead can say
There's no need for conversation because the dead have nothing meaningful to contribute.


Long as I'm walkin' I be strappin' my dogs (Uh!) (Whoooo-hooo!)
As long as I'm walking, I'll be carrying my loyal and protective companions (guns) with me.


Rackin' the hogs, Desert Eagle packin' the morgues (What?)
I'm amassing a significant number of casualties, using my powerful Desert Eagle handgun, and filling up the morgues.


Metal slabs with yellow tags on toes
The dead bodies are being identified with metal slabs and yellow tags attached to their toes.


It's what happens to those that (Uh!), chose to be foes and (uh-huh!)
This fate is what befalls those who choose to be my enemies.


Bet his man knows, but yo, we only get stronger (Uh!)
His associates might be aware, but it only makes me and my crew stronger and more resilient.


And the amount of time we're facin' is only gettin' longer
The length of the time we face in prison or consequences is increasing steadily.


Get the mayor on the horn! (Clue!)
We need to contact the mayor urgently!


(What!) It's time for shit to go down (Uh!)
It's time for intense, drastic actions to take place.


Strapped for the show down (Uh!)
Ready and armed for a confrontational showdown.


Wet up yo crib, kick the door down
Spray bullets at your home and forcefully kick the door down.


Know you schemin' so I gots to get you first
I'm aware that you're plotting against me, so I have to neutralize you before you can act.


Put you right up in a brand new hearse, could be worse (Whoo!)
I'll put you in a new hearse and that's a relatively mild outcome considering what could have been.


Shoulda seen what I gave this nigga
You should witness the punishment I inflicted upon this person.


Two vests couldn't save this nigga (Uh!)
Even wearing two bulletproof vests couldn't protect him from the harm I caused.


The way I laid this nigga
I completely defeated and dominated this person.


Played this nigga
I manipulated and outsmarted this person.


But that's what I'm good at (uh-huh!)
I excel at these abilities and tactics.


Layin' niggaz out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats (Ha ha!)
I take pleasure in defeating opponents in physical combat and engaging in casual sexual encounters.


Where's my fuckin' hood at? (Whoo!)
I'm expressing pride and loyalty to my neighborhood.


Cripple niggas like switches (Uh!)
I disable and incapacitate individuals easily and effortlessly.


Rip on niggas like bitches (Uh!)
I verbally insult and mock men, treating them disrespectfully.


Then pour niggas in ditches (Uh!)
I dispose of dead bodies by burying them in holes in the ground.


They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga caught
Authorities have only discovered a fraction of the corpses I've caused.


Or should I say a nigga bought
I should clarify that I paid for some of these killings.


Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight!)
There's nothing quite like receiving financial compensation for engaging in violent activities.


Triple what a nigga thought
The amount of money earned exceeds what one would typically expect.


But that's just how shit be
That's simply the way things are in my world.


I know that one day they gon' try that shit wit me
I'm aware that one day someone will attempt to challenge me in a similar manner.


But just as long as I'm on top of shit
As long as I remain in control and in a superior position,


You ain't stoppin' shit, and ain't a motherfucker droppin' shit
You won't be able to hinder my progress, and no one will be able to kill me.


If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh, c'mon!)
If the situation isn't difficult and intense, then it's not something I'm involved in.


M to the X
Referring to his stage name, DMX.


Most y'all niggas is strait sex (What?) (shots)
The majority of individuals aren't threatening or worthy opponents, just easy targets.


Next?!
Who's next? Who's the next person I will confront or dominate?


Plenty of niggaz know, dirty is how I do 'em
Many people are aware that I engage in unethical and ruthless behavior to defeat my enemies.


Put buck shots, from a thirty right through 'em
I fire multiple rounds from a .30 caliber firearm straight through their bodies.


'Cause ain't none of y'all muh'fuckers built for war
None of you are prepared or equipped to handle the intensity and violence of war.


And I lay down the law (Clueminati!), when I spray down the door
I establish my authority and assert my dominance by forcibly entering and attacking.


Fuck around on my name will be 95-B-64-11
If you mess with me, I will be known by my prison identification number.


(What?) On a three-and-a-half to seven (C'mon!)
I will receive a prison sentence ranging from three-and-a-half to seven years.


When even up north I put niggas to waste
Even in prison, I'm capable of killing and disposing of enemies.


So you wanna stop the violence, get the f**k out my face
If you're trying to end the violence, stay away from me and leave me alone.


Parole before peeps hit the board off
I'll be released on parole before people finish serving their prison sentences.


Bitches is fuckin' but I sleep with the sawed off
Despite engaging in sexual relations, I'm always armed with my sawed-off shotgun for protection.


I got shit to do, rules to break, crews to break
I have important tasks to accomplish, including breaking rules and dismantling other groups.


Before the news to break, I got dudes to take
Before the news spreads about my actions, I need to eliminate certain individuals.


I don't joke 'cause Jokers is cards
I don't engage in lighthearted humor because jokers are only playing cards.


And cards are what I pull
Instead, I manipulate situations and people to my advantage, like drawing specific cards from a deck.


Infra red with the clip full
I have a firearm equipped with an infrared sight and a fully loaded magazine.


No leash on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
I don't have any restrictions or controls over my dangerous and aggressive nature.


That shit is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon!)
The situation is intense and dangerous, just like the heat from melting wax on a candlestick.


But how I handle shit
But I know how to deal with and confront these intense situations.


Is to dismantle shit (C'mon!)
I dismantle and destroy everything in my path.


Like Popeye when it's Spinach time (Clue!)
I become incredibly powerful and unstoppable, just like Popeye after consuming spinach, during crucial moments.


Runnin' through two niggaz like the tape at the finish line
I effortlessly defeat and overcome two opponents, just like crossing the finish line during a race.


What's your crew, gonna do when I put the pressure on
How will your group respond when I apply intense pressure and force upon you?


And it hurts, wannabe gangstaz in skirts (Aight!)
They will suffer the consequences and experience pain, as these individuals attempting to portray themselves as tough gangsters are actually weak and cowardly.


And the bitches comin' all out them niggaz
The women associated with those individuals will abandon and distance themselves from them.


One false move and their moms'll read about them niggas
A single mistake or wrong step will result in their mothers reading about their deaths in the news.


And they wives'll be without them niggas
Their wives will be left without their partners.


Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin money, throw your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!)
Actually, I'm done discussing money and material possessions. Instead, let's raise our hands in celebration and display our unity, my friend.


Niggaz won't creep in the streets with me
Others are hesitant to engage in secretive and covert activities alongside me in the streets.


(Desert Storm!)
Referring to a military operation or a powerful force approaching.


Cause you know what f**kin with these streets would be
Because they understand the severe consequences and dangers of interfering with activities within these streets.


The Professional Part 2!
Referring to the second installment of his album titled 'The Professional,' indicating his expertise and excellence in his field.


Muthaf**ker! (Ha ha!)
An exclamation of defiance and confidence.


Uhh, huh-uh (My nigga Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!)
Additional expressions and shoutouts to his colleagues or associates.


Pa-pa-pa-pa nigga!
An exclamation emphasizing his dominance and power over his enemies.


(Yo Ruff Ryders! Word up!)
Acknowledgement and greeting to the Ruff Ryders crew, showing loyalty and unity.




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Intrakit Productions

One of my favorite DMX verses... R.I.P X πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™πŸ™β€β€β€

edwin matlhadisa

2019 ...you can call me outdated and backwards. But nonetheless this banger still feeds my needs real well. I aint doin no bubblegum

New Edge Designs

Run it back

Rock the Artist

Idc I am old school f... this wack new school mumble crap

Oglor Haller

Yep

SPITRUMENTALZ SPITTZ

Glad i remembered this shit

Johnny Cee

I'm wit you all the way bro πŸ’ͺπŸ’ͺπŸ’ͺπŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

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Willie Beaman

RIP to the Legend DMX! Prayers to all of his family and friends everywhere. πŸ™πŸΌπŸ™πŸΌ

SPAZDAANGRYMF35

R.I.P DMX SMH THIS WAS MY 9TH GRADE ANTHEMπŸ™πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ’―πŸ’―πŸ’―

QUJO74

X was a lyrical beast
Rest easy Dark Man X

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