Party Up
DMX (And Then There Was X) Lyrics

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
You are turning me crazy

Up in here, up in here
In this place

Y'all gon' make me go all out
You are forcing me to do my best

Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL
You are making me look silly

If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight
I will quickly confront you if I need to, okay?

All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick
All of your associates have been in prison; you and your conduct are worthless

And all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick
Anyone you deal with will quickly become fools

How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight
You're going to oppose me with crap? Really?

There go the gun click, nine one one shit
You've gone too far and now I'm drawing my gun; we might end up in jail

All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit
This entire situation is ridiculous

Y'all niggas remind me of a strip club, cause everytime
Your behavior, like that of a strip club, is predictable

You come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked
When you show up, it's like I must find a woman to have sex with

And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to
I don't know who you are addressing

But I'm not him, aight Slim? So watch what you do
I'm not the person you're talking to, so be careful

Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else
You could end up dead and buried next to someone else

And we all thought you loved yourself
Everyone thought you had self-respect

But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe
Maybe not or perhaps

They just sayin that, now cause they miss you
Maybe people are just saying that now because they miss you

Shit a nigga tried to diss you
One guy tried to disrespect you

That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church
That's why you're lying on your back, gazing at the church ceiling

Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts
The pastor is speaking the truth, and it's difficult to hear

Off the chain I leave niggas soft in the brain
I am so crazy that I make people become weak in their minds

Cause niggas still want the fame, off the name
People still want to be famous off my name

First of all, you ain't rapped long enough
First and foremost, you haven't rapped for long enough

To be fuckin with me and you, you ain't strong enough
You aren't capable of competing with me

So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman
That substance you're smoking that makes you think you're Superman

I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?
I have the Kryptonite, should I hit him with my penis and microphone?

Y'all niggas is characters, not even good actors
You are not even good actors; just fake people

What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors
What will happen as a result? Hmm, let's analyze all the variables

You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a ho
You are lousy, crazy, and your girl is promiscuous

You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know
You're poor, the kid isn't yours, and everyone knows it

Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So?
Your father calls you an idiot, and you don't care?

I love my baby mother, I never let her go"
I love the mother of my child and will never let her go

I'm tired of weak ass niggas whinin over puss
I'm weary of weak guys crying over women

That don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them?
Those women don't belong to them; what's wrong with them?

They fuck it up for real niggas like my mans and them
They spoil it for genuine guys and my friends

Who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN
Who get what they want using the strength in their hands

I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head
I cause destruction so severe that it brings a curse

No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead
No more talking; put him in the grave instead

You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red
You keep whining, or you'll end up dead

Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead
Because if I'm locked up, you'll all be dead

Cause youse a soft type nigga
Because you're a weak guy

Fake up North type nigga
A phony person from the North

Puss like a soft white nigga
A weak person who is acting like a woman

Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water
A dog is a dog, and family is closer than friends

We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter
We've been in the worst situations, and we're quicker to kill

The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out
The more significant the situation, the more weapons we bring

We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out
We enter there, and nobody leaves alive

Sun in to sun out, I'mma keep the gun out
Day and night, I'll keep my gun out

Nigga runnin' his mouth, I'mma blow his lung out
A guy that talks too much, will have his lungs blown out by me

Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin'
Listen, you are about to go missing

You know who gon' find you, who, some old man fishin'
You know who will find you? Some old man fishing

Grandma wishin' your soul's at rest
Grandma is hoping your soul will find rest

But it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest
It's difficult to accept, given the hole in your chest

One.. two.. meet me outside
One, two, let's meet outside

Meet me outside, meet me outside
Come meet me outside

All my Ruff Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside
All my Ruff Ryders will join me outside

All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside
All my successful guys will meet me outside

All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside
All the attractive women will meet me outside

All my street street peoples meet me outside
All my urban people, meet me outside

Outside motherfucker
Outside, pal

X has got y'all bouncin' again
X has made you dance again

Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
Bouncing again, over and over again

Dark Man X got ya bouncin' again
DMX has made you dance again

Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin' again
Swizz Beatz has made you dance again

Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin' again
Ruff Ryders has made you dance again

Dark Man keep you bouncin' again
DMX has you bouncing again

All my streets they bouncin' again
All the neighbourhoods are bouncing again

We're bouncin' again, bouncin' again
We're all dancing again

Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin' again
Swizz Beatz has us dancing again

Bouncin' again and we bouncin' again
We're dancing again, and we're dancing again

Double R keep it comin', ain't nothin' y'all
Ruff Ryders keeps it coming, and none of you can stop them

Ain't nothin' y'all can do, now
There's nothing you can do, presently