Ride
F.B. Bastard Lyrics


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Aye Aye
Yeah Yeah
Aye
Yeah Yeah
Aye
4MOD
Aye
Tryna Catch A Breeze
Aye tryna Catch A aye yeah aye
Let that shit go
Let that shit ride
Bitch ain't reply so yep i'm right outside
Yo hoe be choosy she choosing this side
Bitch that bag in my sight
Yeah it's that time
Smash on a hoe yeah she used to deny
Damn she want ride used to ask for some rides
Usually my screws tight
Today pray i'm alright
Like a thot bitch how we slide
Cause we slide tonight
Yeah tonight (let's get it)
What you trying do ?
And I like math student please don't make me minus you
And yes I add baby then that boy ah times the two
Right now i'm flying through this jet is on manual
In the air wit three hoes on me
Just like santa do
She see me out won't speak though I know I see you mans wit you
Smirk sit on my face
You can't play me i'm the wiser fool
Boa stay ina cut and onna net just like a spider do
Tell em get a dollar
Then a hunnit
Now look at you
Wit ah band
Not the jakes but if I came to party cancel all yo plans
For the night
Understand ?
If you didn't
Now we can
Really spent some years on this road tryna cope
Just can't let that shit go
Let That shit ride
Bitch Ain't reply so yes i'm right outside
Damn she so choosy be choosing this side
Bitch I need that bag by tonight
Sorry Yeah it's that time
Still a smash onnat hoe yeah she used to deny
Damn she want ride I guess now i'm her type
Usually my screws tight today pray i'm alright
Like a thot bitch how we slide cause we slide tonight yeah tonight aye
Damn now you call em the worses
Gimme the runaround derby
And I had came clean you turn round do me dirty shit
But you won't catch me hurting
(naw)
I'm the one closing the curtains
(yeah)
Say I don't need I deserve it aye
You know a nigga ain't perfect aye
Yeah aye
You know a nigga still learning
Yeah but you know a nigga still earned it aye
Just tell a young nigga he earned it aye
(Gang)(Gang)
Yeah yeah aye
Aye Yeah
We gotta aye
We gotta
-We gotta win
Don't you understand ?
Yeah I have a plan get it as fast as I can shit
And damn you almost had me
Really
Know you love a nigga
Stop playing
(stop playing aye)
She come my way no TV show
On Demand
(yeah yeah yeah)
Goddamn
Slept on me
Once again
(dumb ass)




Turn on me ?
Shit i'm the one that spin crazy

Overall Meaning

The song "Ride" by F.B. Bastard featuring Jay-Z is a classic hip-hop track that speaks to the realities of street life. The opening lines describe the artist's loyalty to Roc-a-Fella, the record label owned by Jay-Z, because they have money. The chorus repeatedly asks the listener how many of them are willing to ride or die tonight, which is a common phrase used in hip-hop culture to describe one’s dedication to the streets. Jay-Z's verse is particularly notable for its verbal attacks on his competition. He boasts about his status as one of the top rappers in the game, his ghostwriting abilities, and his wealth. Jay-Z tells his detractors that they are "pumpkin pie" and "better as number two."


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah I'm rollin' with Roc-a-Fella man
I am affiliated with the Roc-a-Fella record label


Cause they got money man, heh heh
I am with them because of their wealth


Uh-huh, uh-huh uh UH, uh-huh, 'Hovah
I am acknowledging Jay-Z


Yeah, Stevie J nigga
I am acknowledging Stevie J's presence


Y'all ready? Yo, yo
Are you all ready?


How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
Who is prepared to go out with me or ride with me tonight?


How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
Who is willing to fight to the death tonight?


How many y'all wanna ride tonight
Who is ready to take action or join me tonight?


Nigga ride or die or ride or die
We either ride together or we fight until death


Aiyyo fuck y'all, niggaz I crush y'all, rush y'all
I disregard them, I defeat them, I attack them


With the four drawn and I touch y'all, plus y'all
I have a gun pointed at them and I will shoot them if needed


Little motherfuckers ain't ready for war
They are not mentally or physically prepared for war


I seen your team in a crisis before, thought I forgot?
I recall seeing them in a tough situation before


The same rules apply, don't try to switch up your style
I expect them to follow the same rules and not change their style


Y'all niggaz is pumpkin pie, and that's plain as I
They are weak and it is obvious to me


Much better than you cat, shocked when I got the news that
I am superior to them, surprised that they would challenge me


This nigga ready for war, well where that fool at?
I heard someone wants to fight, but I don't see them here


I bruise wack rap niggaz severely punish them
I harm inferior rappers and make them suffer


Especially those that get fucked for they publishing, heh
Particularly those who are taken advantage of in terms of royalties


Always gotta be the weakest nigga out the crew
There's always one person in the group who is the weakest link


I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
I may make more money from their album than they do


You see the respect I get every time I come through
Everyone acknowledges and respects me when I arrive


Check your own videos, you'll always be number two
Review your own music videos, you are always inferior to me


Niggaz talkin' real greasy on them R&B records
Other artists are talking negatively on R&B records


But I'm platinum a million times nigga, check the credits
I have achieved platinum status numerous times and my success is well-documented


S. Carter, ghost writer, and for the right price
I am a ghostwriter for S. Carter and can write for others for compensation


I can even make YO' shit tighter
I can enhance other artists' music and make it more appealing


I roast niggaz like ya, smoke niggaz like ya
I am able to humiliate and defeat others with ease


Take your little jewels and put the toast to niggaz like ya
I steal their jewelry and threaten them with a gun


You know what the fuck we do and why we done it
You know our actions and intentions


How I bring it to niggaz who, probably want it
I come strong at those who secretly desire confrontation


Keep playin, you gon' find me in your lobby blunted
If they continue to play games, I will find them in their building while under the influence


And I don't even smoke nigga, ain't no joke
I am not a smoker, but I am serious about my threats


Niggaz cat fighti' with Jigga, kickin' sneaky shit
Other artists are trying to make trouble with Jay-Z in a secretive manner


Makin' little tapes but keepin' it secret
They are creating recordings in secret


Cause I kick that deep shit that divide your peeps shit
I express my thoughts and opinions, which may cause division in their group


Now I don't know if you fuckin' with Jigga
I am unsure if they are trying to challenge Jay-Z


Spittin' that weak shit y'all
Their music is inferior


Niggaz don't want it with Jig, cause somethin got to give
Other rappers are scared to challenge Jay-Z because something has to give


I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live
I know where they live, and I make money in their area


Jigga's the Don, bitches scream "Jigga dandy,
I am the boss, women adore me


Dick is the bomb, about as thick as a arm"
Women find me sexually appealing


Mr. Exxon, gas 'em with the wit and the charm
I am able to manipulate and charm others with ease


Bitch I'm tryin to tell you like Nichalous Bond
I am trying to convey my message to them as effectively as Nichalous Bond


I'm a big cat, listen mami, can you dig that?
I am a powerful figure, do you comprehend?


Cars, jewelry, homes, I did that
I have achieved success and I own valuable possessions


Oh's, shootouts, keys, I live that
I have been involved in danger, violence, and drug dealing


Actresses, models, chickenheads, hit that
I have had sexual encounters with actresses, models, and women of low morals


I get stacks and still I kick back
I make a lot of money and I still relax


And run up on niggaz with the midac, where the shit at?
I approach others with confidence, where is the problem?


Time to separate
It is time to distinguish between different types of people


The platinum from the white gold, right from the door
The genuine from the fake, easily distinguishable


The real from the fake, ready rock from the raw
The authentic from the artificial, the real thing from the imitation


The boss from the runners, cats who ride dick
The leader from the followers, those who are obsessed with popularity


From the cats with the numbers, the five from the six
Differentiating between those with power and those without


I got cop n crash money, pop the dash money
My wealth is vast and I can afford to crash expensive cars


Press the button, alluva sudden, glock in the stash money
I can access my weapon quickly and easily


Beef with Jigga, watch yo' ass Money
If they try to challenge Jay-Z, they should fear for their safety


It's El Presidente, top brass money
I am the leader or owner of the situation, with significant monetary assets


Now I don't flash the steel, I blast for real
I do not show off my weapons, I actually use them


My motto: you only good as the last nigga you kill
I live by the rule that you are only as valuable as your last achievement


I'm here to snatch this meal, nigga that's for real
I am here to take what I deserve and nothing less


If you rollin with me grab the wheel, let's ride huh?
If you are on my side, let's get moving and take action together




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Written by: Aaron Fox

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