Nelly has been equally active as a businessman; among other ventures, in 2003 he released his own energy drink called "Pimp Juice," and in 2004 he became a minority owner of the NBA's Charlotte Bobcats basketball team. He is also the CEO of Derrty Entertainment, his own company formed in 2003. Nelly has two clothing lines: Vokal (for men) and Apple Bottoms (for women).
Ride Wit Me
Nelly Lyrics
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Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at? (Come on, now)
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
In the club on the late night, feeling right
Looking, trying to spot something real nice
Looking for a little shorty
I noticed so that I can take home (I can take home)
She can be 18 (18) with an attitude
Or 19, kinda snotty, acting real rude
But as long as you a thicky-thicky-thick girl
You know that it's on (you know that it's on)
I peep something coming towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow
Saying she was peeping and I dig the last video
"So when Nelly, can we go?" How could I tell her no?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
"I like the way you brush your hair
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
And I can see you, boo, from way over there"
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
Face and body Frontenac, don't know how to act
Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringing nothing back
You should feel the impact, shop on plastic
When the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that
Watch me as I gas that 4 dot 6 Range
Watch the candy paint change, every time I switch lanes
It feel strange now
Making a living off my brain, instead of 'caine now
I got the title from my momma, put the whip in my own name now
Damn, shit done changed now
Running credit checks with no shame now
I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more)
Shit, I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town
I'm getting pages out of New Jersey from Courtney B
Telling me about a party up in NYC
And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight
Paying cash, first class, sitting next to Vanna White, c'mon
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
Check, check, yo, I know something you don't know
And I've got something to tell ya
You won't believe how many people straight doubted the flow
Most said that I was a failure
But now the same motherfuckers asking me for dough
And I'm yelling, "I can't help ya"
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell no (what's witchyou?), you for real?
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high
Niggas want to know why, why I fly by
But yo, it's all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like you should, fuck me good, suck me good
We be them stud niggas, 'wishing you was' niggas
Popping like we drug dealers, sipping Crissy, bubb' macking
Honey in the club, me in the Benz
Icy grip, telling me to leave with you and your friends
So if shorty wanna knock, we knocking to this
And if shorty wanna rock, we rocking to this
And if shorty wanna pop, we popping the Crist'
Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist
City talk, Nelly listen, Nelly talk, city listen
When I fuck fly bitches, when I walk pay attention
See the ice and the glist', niggas staring, know they diss
Honies looking all "They wish," come on boo, gimme kiss, c'mon
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)
Hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money
Must be the money
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh, why must I feel this-
The lyrics of Nelly's song "Ride Wit Me" revolve around partying, 3-wheeling in the "fo'" with gold D's, taking a ride, smoking weed, picking up girls, and enjoying life, all while attributing the happiness to money. The catchy chorus repeatedly sings, "Hey, must be the money!" Thus, the song can be seen as a celebration of materialistic pleasures as the singer flaunts his wealth and success while chasing women and having fun. The lyrics also use rhyming words and a conversational tone, which makes the song more appealing to a broad audience.
Line by Line Meaning
Where they at?
Asking for the location of someone or something.
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
Asking someone to ride with him in his lowrider with gold rims, questioning why he lives this way, and offering a possible explanation that it's because of the money he's earned.
If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
Asking someone to smoke marijuana with him in the back of his Benz-E, questioning why he feels this way, and offering a possible explanation that it's because of the money he's earned.
In the club on the late night, feeling right
Looking, trying to spot something real nice
Looking for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home
(I can take home)
She can be 18 (18) with an attitude
Or 19, kinda snotty, acting real rude
But as long as you a thicky-thicky-thick girl you know that it's on
(Know that it's on)
I peep something coming towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow
Saying she was peeping and I dig the last video
"So when Nelly, can we go?" How could I tell her no?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
I like the way you brush your hair
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
And I can see you, boo, from way over there
Describing his night at the club, looking for an attractive woman to take home, and finding a woman with whom there is mutual interest. He compliments her appearance and expresses his attraction to her.
Face and body Frontenac, don't know how to act
Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringing nothing back
You should feel the impact, shop on plastic
When the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that
Watch me as I gas that 4 dot 6 Range
Watch the candy paint change, every time I switch lanes
It feel strange now
Making a living off my brain, instead of 'caine now
I got the title from my momma put the whip in my own name now
Damn shit done changed now
Running credit checks with no shame now
I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more)
Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town
I'm getting pages out of New Jersey from Courtney B
Telling me about a party up in NYC
And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight
Paying cash, first class, sitting next to Vanna White
Talking about his newfound wealth and success, including owning a fancy car and having the freedom to spend money as he pleases. He mentions the changes in his life, including making music instead of selling drugs and buying a car in his name with the help of his mother. He details a specific encounter he had with someone inviting him to a party in NYC, to which he readily agreed and paid for first-class tickets.
Check, check, yo, I know something you don't know
And I've got something to tell ya
You won't believe how many people straight doubted the flow
Most said that I was a failure
But now the same motherfuckers asking me for dough
And I'm yelling: "I can't help ya"
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell no (what's witchyou?!) you for real?!
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high
Niggas want to know why: why I fly by
But yo, it's all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like you should - fuck me good, suck me good
We be them stud niggas, 'wishing you was' niggas
Popping like we drug dealers, sipping Crissy, bubb' macking
Honey in the club, me in the Benz
Icy grip, telling me to leave with you and your friends
So if shorty want to knock, we knocking to this
And if shorty want to rock, we rocking to this
And if shorty want to pop, we popping the Crist'
Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist
City talk, Nelly listen, Nelly talk, city listen
When I fuck fly bitches, when I walk pay attention
See the ice and the glist', niggas staring or they diss
Honies looking all "they wish" - come on boo, gimme kiss
Asserting his success despite people doubting his ability and now receiving requests for financial help. He denies their requests and mentions how his fame and wealth have led to people wanting to be around him. The remainder of the lyrics are a boastful description of his lifestyle, including his luxurious possessions and promiscuity.
Hey, must be the money!
Repeated assertion that his financial success is the root of all his good fortune and pleasure.
Lyrics Ā© D2 PRO PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., DYNACOM PUB
Written by: Etterlene Jordan, Eldra Debarge, William Debarge, Jason Epperson, Cornell Haynes, Levell Webb
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@saro9909
That four second censor is brutal.
@PlatoonGoon
@Jay Bee There used to be a time where you couldn't even mention smoke, let alone sensual acts. Now it's different lol this was back then
@PaniniWasteland
My jaw dropped after that
@aeriall4431
I actually stated laughing, shows how much the times have changed. That wouldn't be censored now.
@AshKetchum2901de
@@aeriall4431 The reason why so much was censored in the early 2000s is the Colombine Massacre back in 1999. After that the government was checking everything that could be brutal up in Songs, Video games and Movies that could be consumed by kids and censored the hell out of it. Even non-Rap Songs were censored like the Word "gun" in Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus
@aeriall4431
@@AshKetchum2901de Oh Teenage Dirtbag. I still listen to Wheatus, though I'm proud to say I own the uncensored version now! š
@jeffmac7468
Mad respect to anyone who is still listening to this masterpiece
@who1309
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@nflcoolplaysetc3770
Thatās me lol
@siphamandlacele3349
Forever!!!