Rider
G-Unit Lyrics


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(Rrr)
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

I done told you, boy, I'm a soldier, boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you, boy, with the toaster, boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin' to hear shit, I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin' with my bread
Then I'm gon' load my shit, then count my shit
Nigga trip, I'll go for your head

I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin' ya, "Hold on"
The choir in your funeral singin' you, "So long"
The top shotta' that rock product, the block gotta
Then pop hollows, then pop bottles, the whole spot up
The more paper, the more strength, we gon' get it
The fo' fifth come with the amp, we ain't missin'
I'm back on my bullshit, a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your bitch, throw a song in your new whip

Nigga it's G-Unit, fuck your clique
Like syphilis, bitch, you stuck with this
I'm a loyal nigga, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me, I still wouldn't sign
You done lost your mind, bumped your head
Try to stop my shine but I got bread
And I ain't got time, to hear what they said
When I catch them cowards I'ma bust they head

I done told you, boy, I'm a soldier, boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you, boy, with the toaster, boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin' to hear shit, I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin' with my bread
Then I'm gon' load my shit, then count my shit
Nigga trip, I'll go for your head

I'm comin' out of South-side, you know I'm raw
Big ass check, they show our score
I pull the dough out, and roll out, the cream azure
The fo'-fo' out, I know 'bout the keys of war
I'm hot, five hundred degrees or more
My door block an M16 or more
I'm in the store coppin' shit you ain't seen before
Black card swipe, green galore

Yeah, I said these niggas stop talkin' then start worryin'
The feds keep comin', the money we buryin'
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in the cream Porsche
I let that thing off, I turn to T-wolf
I drive a spaceship, nigga 2008 shit
Her made kicks on, I stay in some ape shit
Niggas on some apeshit, they all get hit
Got the Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip

I done told you, boy, I'm a soldier, boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you, boy, with the toaster, boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin' to hear shit, I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin' with my bread




Then I'm gon' load my shit, then count my shit
Nigga trip, I'll go for your head

Overall Meaning

The song "Rider" by G-Unit is a classic gangster rap song that primarily talks about the struggles of a soldier in the hood. The lyrics convey a clear message of being an unstoppable force that will go to any lengths to protect oneself and one's family. In the first verse, the rapper talks about how he has no choice but to be a rider and how he will not hesitate to use his toaster (a slang term for a gun) if anyone tries to mess with his money. He also talks about how he is a soldier who will not back down from any challenge and will not try to hear anyone's excuses.


In the second verse, the rapper talks about his status as a baller and how he has amassed great wealth through dealing drugs and other illegal means. He also talks about the constant danger he faces from the feds and how he and his crew bury their money to avoid getting caught. He then switches to talking about his expensive taste and the lavish lifestyle he leads, which includes driving a cream Porsche and wearing expensive ape shit clothing. He ends the verse by warning anyone who tries to oppose him that they will face the wrath of his Russian AK with the Haitian flag on the clip.


Overall, "Rider" is a classic gangster rap song that conveys the harsh realities of life in the hood and the lengths people have to go to survive.


Line by Line Meaning

I done told you, boy, I'm a soldier, boy
I am a fighter and will defend myself and my interests by any means necessary.


I got no choice but to be a rider
I have no other option but to ride or die for what I stand for.


I approach you, boy, with the toaster, boy
I will come to you with a gun, ready to use it if necessary.


Hit you point blank range and fire
Shoot you directly and without hesitation.


I ain't tryin' to hear shit, I'm supposed to be rich
I am focused on making money and do not have time for distractions.


Mu'fuckers gettin' with my bread
People are trying to take my money.


Then I'm gon' load my shit, then count my shit
I will prepare myself and my weapons and then make sure I have not lost any of my money.


Nigga trip, I'll go for your head
If someone tries to mess with me, I will retaliate by coming after them and attacking them violently.


I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin' ya, "Hold on"
I will harm someone so badly that they need to be rushed to the hospital and may not survive.


The choir in your funeral singin' you, "So long"
You will die and people will gather at your funeral to say goodbye.


The top shotta' that rock product, the block gotta
I am the best in my area, selling drugs and making money.


Then pop hollows, then pop bottles, the whole spot up
After shooting someone, I will celebrate and party with my friends and allies.


The more paper, the more strength, we gon' get it
The more money we make, the more powerful we become and the more we will continue to acquire.


The fo' fifth come with the amp, we ain't missin'
My weapon is loaded and I am prepared to use it accurately.


I'm back on my bullshit, a verse is a full clip
I am ready to start making music again and every line I write is full of violent, threatening language.


Catch you with your bitch, throw a song in your new whip
If I catch you with your girlfriend or car, I will attack you and humiliate you with my music.


Nigga it's G-Unit, fuck your clique
I am part of G-Unit and do not care about any other group or crew.


Like syphilis, bitch, you stuck with this
I am like a disease, once you are associated with me, you cannot escape or get rid of me.


I'm a loyal nigga, die behind mine
I am loyal to my people and will defend them to the end, even if it means dying.


Even if 50 drop me, I still wouldn't sign
Even if 50 Cent, a member of G-Unit, no longer wants to work with me, I would rather still choose to be independent and make music on my own.


You done lost your mind, bumped your head
You are crazy and have done something foolish or illogical.


Try to stop my shine but I got bread
Even if someone tries to stop or diminish my success, I am still making money and achieving my goals.


And I ain't got time, to hear what they said
I do not have time to listen to the opinions of others or their criticisms of my music and lifestyle.


When I catch them cowards I'ma bust they head
If I come across someone who is afraid or weak, I will attack them and physically harm them.


I'm comin' out of South-side, you know I'm raw
I am from the tough and gritty South-side area and have lived a challenging life.


Big ass check, they show our score
My success is reflected in the large amounts of money I am making and receiving.


I pull the dough out, and roll out, the cream azure
I am able to take out large amounts of money and use it to buy luxurious items such as expensive cars.


The fo'-fo' out, I know 'bout the keys of war
I am carrying a .44 handgun and am knowledgeable about how to use violence and weaponry to fight wars and make money.


I'm hot, five hundred degrees or more
I am very popular and successful, with a high reputation in the music industry.


My door block an M16 or more
I am extremely well-protected and can fend off attacks with heavy weaponry.


I'm in the store coppin' shit you ain't seen before
I am able to buy and afford things that most people have never even heard of, let alone seen or used.


Black card swipe, green galore
I am able to use my very wealthy and high-status credit card to buy anything I want, with loads of money at my disposal.


Yeah, I said these niggas stop talkin' then start worryin'
People may talk about me, but they are more worried about me and what I might do than anything else.


The feds keep comin', the money we buryin'
I am constantly under the threat of federal law enforcement, and we hide our money and criminal activities to avoid being caught.


I'm in a mean loft, I'm in the cream Porsche
I am living in a luxurious penthouse and driving an expensive Porsche car.


I let that thing off, I turn to T-wolf
I shoot my gun and become more aggressive, like the violent character Teen Wolf.


I drive a spaceship, nigga 2008 shit
I drive a very cool and futuristic car, that looks like it is from the year 2008 (when the song was released).


Her made kicks on, I stay in some ape shit
I wear custom-made shoes and dress flashy and wild, like an ape or animal.


Niggas on some apeshit, they all get hit
If people try to mess with me or act insane or aggressive, I will retaliate and attack them violently.


Got the Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip
I have a high-powered, Russian-made assault rifle, with a Haitian flag on its clip as a symbol of my toughness and pride.




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@jonathanhuerta4120

man 2008 was a crazy year for rap groups

@97sveryown63

No lies here

@blackhokage1744

@@97sveryown63 did he insult Dre in this song?

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@@blackhokage1744 No

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