The Psychopathic Rydas are one of two supergroups, the other being Dark Lot… Read Full Bio ↴The Psychopathic Rydas are one of two supergroups, the other being Dark Lotus, associated with Insane Clown Posse and the Psychopathic Records record label, although all their albums were actually released on "Joe & Joey Records" due to the large amount of unlicensed material on them.

All beats for the Rydas music are stolen, or used without permission, from mainstream artists such as Nelly, The Godfather and Cypress Hill. If a lawsuit were ever to be filed against them, they would just close down the label and walk. To date, The Rydas remain free from legal action.

As the Rydas, the artists take on the aliases of Bullet (Violent J), Full Clip (Shaggy 2 Dope), Foe Foe (Monoxide), Lil' Shank (Jamie Madrox), Cell Block (Blaze Ya Dead Homie), and Yung Dirt (Boondox).

Compared to their alter egos on Psychopathic Records, the Rydas are unique in that their music is not horrorcore, but gangsta rap.

In 2000, Myzery left Psychopathic Records, hence removing Twin Gatz from the Rydas lineup. Many believed the group would be weakened because of this, but the group remained stronger than ever. In 2001, their second album was released at the 2nd Gathering and was entitled Ryden Dirtay. It featured the remaining five Rydas and is widely considered to be better than the first album.

Also in 2002, Pendulum #7 from the Pendulum comic books was released, featuring 3 Rydas solo songs: What Rydas Do Fo Money?, by Full Clip, and Who Wanna Flex? & I Don't Wanna Die, by Bullet.

Their third album, Check Your Shit in Bitch!, was released in 2004. This album featured "Sawed Off" and "Converse", bringing the Rydas lineup to its highest at 7 members, and featured 13 brand new tracks. Plus, an untitled EP was sold alongside the album at the 2004 Gathering, featuring a song off the album called Scrimps, as well as three exclusive songs. Also, at that year's Gathering the Rydas performed at the Mystery Seminar, minus Converse.

On October 21, 2005, Esham officially left Psychopathic Records, as did Anybody Killa on February 3, 2006, therefore removing Sawed Off and Converse from the lineup.

There are currently 6 members in the group working on a new album in their portable studio while on The Tempest Tour. In a recent interview from Violent J from faygoluvers.net, the title of the new album will be Duk Da Fuk Down, and it is expected to be released sometime in 2007. The new lineup will be Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope, Jamie Madrox, Monoxide, Blaze Ya Dead Homie, and at the time newly added Boondox.

In the special Gathering 07' addition of Weekly Freekly Weekly on the scrolling text box says one of the new rydas name is Yung Dirt, pointing to Boondox because of the southern roots and talking bout "the red dirt looks like blood" from lyrics on his songs.

In July 2007, the new Psychopathic Rydas video for the song Duk Da Fuk Down was released, introducing the new member Yung Dirt (Boondox). The video shows gangsta rap imagery, continuing the classic and known Psychopathic Rydas themes.

Back 2 Crack
Psychopathic Rydas Lyrics

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I, I tried momma
I tried
You lookin at me check yourself lil' bitch
Mad at the rydas cause we all rich and shit
Think about what you used to have
And what you don't have now
Trying to hate on me with a glass dick in your mouth
Used to represent in Cleveland black trucks with the bumps

Drive through the car wash now see you workin' , wash my shit punk
You had all the bitches, paper, no trouble
Now your ass is up in the air gettin banged out for pebbles
I don't give a f**k it's like a horse with a broken leg
An old crusty ass broken down piece of shit
What's next?
Next time I see ya
I'll pull out my heater
And melt your brain with hot lead you muthaf**ka
I can't take it no more
I gave it everything I had
Back on the bottom and everything is lookin bad
Face mad cause I'm hungry and I'm broke as f**k
I see a man on the corner and you know he's stuck
He out of luck in the wrong place at the wrong time
I give a f**k if he blind
All his money mine
On the dime I whip the gat out
Handles slippery cause I'm sweaty
He tried to move so I'ma pull this lead out
Check his pockets loose change and a note
Sayin I used to be a rapper I'ma joke
Hooked on dope and I don't wanna live, damn
Please somebody kill me and end this life big
Back 2 crack I'm all f**kin tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didn't go far, go far
Back 2 crack I'm all f**kin tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didn't go far, go far
Hand me that muthaf**kin crack pipe
I wanna smoke me a pebble
I'm through tryin to be a rebel
I used to follow them hip-hop tours
Handin my demos out at backstage doors
I'm through trying to be the next Dr. Dre
I'd rather just smoke this rock away
Phoney deals, contracts, labels snakes everywhere
Shit...
I heard that niggas from the hood was goin way out
Returning back to the hood servin fools like a paper route
Scrounging up whatever loot they got to buy a key
But if ranchers grew weed like record sales and popularity
Back to the corner slangin loose and clumps
Gotta live ghetto fabulous with rims and bumps
Gotta have the f**kin heater cause my hands are stingin
Coming back in 2's and 3's tryin to peel your cap
Cause occasionally you serve a lemon head delight
But you think them heads are stupid
Cause it's dark at night
Plus you gotta get yours
By any means it's on again
But you record slangin yayhoo
How the f**k can you win
Back 2 crack I'm all f**kin tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didn't go far, go far
Momma, momma I tried
I just, I just couldn't do it
I mean, I mean damn you never helped a muf**ka
I mean, I'm sorry momma
That's just drugs talkin momma
Momma I'm sorry
Back 2 crack I'm all f**kin tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didn't go far, go far
Back 2 crack I'm all f**kin tried
Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride

I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didn't go far, go far

Overall Meaning

The song "Back 2 Crack" by Psychopathic Rydas is a gritty and raw depiction of the realities of life on the streets, particularly the desperation and hopelessness felt by those who turn to drug dealing as a means of survival. The lyrics depict a character who has tried and failed to make it in the music industry, and who has returned to his former way of life, selling drugs and getting high. The character is angry and bitter, lashing out at those who judge him for his choices and boasting about his newfound wealth and status. He is also deeply depressed and suicidal, feeling trapped and unable to escape his circumstances.

One interesting fact about this song is that it was released as part of a larger project by the record label Psychopathic Records, which was founded by Insane Clown Posse. The label formed a supergroup called Psychopathic Rydas, made up of a rotating cast of members of various Insane Clown Posse-related groups, and released several albums under this moniker. "Back 2 Crack" appears on the first album by the group, entitled "Dumpin'," which was released in 2000.

Another interesting fact is that the group's name and logo were intended to be a parody of the rap group Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, whose name and logo have a similar mystique and dark aesthetic. The members of Psychopathic Rydas adopted the same five-man lineup as Bone Thugs, and even mimicked their sing-song style of rapping on some tracks.

The lyrics of "Back 2 Crack" are notable for their vivid and explicit descriptions of drug use and violence. The character in the song talks about smoking crack and melting someone's brain with hot lead, among other things. It is worth noting that this sort of content is not uncommon in the world of horrorcore rap, which is the genre to which Psychopathic Rydas belong.

In terms of musical style, "Back 2 Crack" is built around a sample of the beat from the N.W.A. classic "Straight Outta Compton," which is recognizable from the opening bars of the song. The lyrics are delivered in a rough, aggressive style that is typical of horrorcore rap, with shouted vocals and a focus on shock value.

Overall, "Back 2 Crack" is a dark and intense song that offers a glimpse into the harsh realities of life on the streets. It is an interesting example of horrorcore rap and a notable entry in the discography of Psychopathic Rydas.

Chords: Unfortunately, as this is a rap song, there are no chords to provide.

Line by Line Meaning

I, I tried momma
I made an attempt but Momma, I couldn't do it.

I tried
Despite my efforts, I couldn't make it.

You lookin at me check yourself lil' bitch
Don't judge me, take a look at yourself.

Mad at the rydas cause we all rich and shit
You're envious because we have money.

Think about what you used to have
Remember what you lost.

And what you don't have now
Reflect on what you lack.

Trying to hate on me with a glass dick in your mouth
You're criticizing me while you're high on drugs.

Used to represent in Cleveland black trucks with the bumps
You used to have status and nice things.

Drive through the car wash now see you workin' , wash my shit punk
Now you work at a car wash cleaning my car.

You had all the bitches, paper, no trouble
You had money, women, and no issues.

Now your ass is up in the air gettin banged out for pebbles
You're now a prostitute for drugs.

I don't give a f**k it's like a horse with a broken leg
I don't care, it's a hopeless situation.

An old crusty ass broken down piece of shit
Something that's old and useless.

What's next?
What will happen next?

Next time I see ya
The next time I see you...

I'll pull out my heater
I'll take out my gun.

And melt your brain with hot lead you muthaf**ka
I'll kill you with a bullet.

I can't take it no more
I can't handle this anymore.

I gave it everything I had
I put all my effort into it.

Back on the bottom and everything is lookin bad
I'm back to where I started and it's not good.

Face mad cause I'm hungry and I'm broke as f**k
I'm angry because I'm broke and hungry.

I see a man on the corner and you know he's stuck
I see a man who's desperate for money.

He out of luck in the wrong place at the wrong time
He's unlucky to be in this situation.

I give a f**k if he blind
I don't care if he's blind.

All his money mine
I'm taking all his money.

On the dime I whip the gat out
I quickly pull out my gun.

Handles slippery cause I'm sweaty
The gun is slipping out of my hand because I'm sweaty.

He tried to move so I'ma pull this lead out
He tried to resist, so I'll shoot him.

Check his pockets loose change and a note
I check his pockets and find some change and a note.

Sayin I used to be a rapper I'ma joke
The note says he used to be a rapper and is now a joke.

Hooked on dope and I don't wanna live, damn
He's addicted to drugs and wants to die.

Please somebody kill me and end this life big
He's asking someone to kill him and end his life.

Hand me that muthaf**kin crack pipe
Give me the crack pipe.

I wanna smoke me a pebble
I want to smoke crack.

I'm through tryin to be a rebel
I'm done trying to be a rebel.

I used to follow them hip-hop tours
I used to follow hip-hop tours.

Handin my demos out at backstage doors
I handed out my demos at the backdoors.

I'd rather just smoke this rock away
I'd rather just smoke crack and forget about everything.

Phoney deals, contracts, labels snakes everywhere
There are fake deals, contracts, and label liars everywhere.

I heard that niggas from the hood was goin way out
I heard that people from the hood were making it big.

Returning back to the hood servin fools like a paper route
They're coming back to the hood and serving drugs.

Scrounging up whatever loot they got to buy a key
They're scraping together any money they have to buy drugs.

But if ranchers grew weed like record sales and popularity
If farmers grew weed like record sales and popularity, there'd be more drugs.

Back to the corner slangin loose and clumps
Back to the corner selling drugs in small and large amounts.

Gotta live ghetto fabulous with rims and bumps
Living in the ghetto with nice cars and music.

Gotta have the f**kin heater cause my hands are stingin
Need to have a gun because my hands are swelling.

Coming back in 2's and 3's tryin to peel your cap
People will come back in groups and try to shoot you.

Cause occasionally you serve a lemon head delight
You sometimes sell fake drugs.

But you think them heads are stupid
You think drug users are stupid.

Cause it's dark at night
Because it's dark outside.

Plus you gotta get yours
You need to get what's yours.

By any means it's on again
It's on again, by any means necessary.

But you record slangin yayhoo
You make records about selling drugs.

How the f**k can you win
How can you win when you're promoting drug use?

Momma, momma I tried
Mom, I tried my best.

I just, I just couldn't do it
But I couldn't make it.

I mean, I mean damn you never helped a muf**ka
You never helped me.

I mean, I'm sorry momma
I'm sorry, mom.

That's just drugs talkin momma
I'm high, mom.

Back 2 crack I'm all f**kin tried
I'm back to selling crack, I'm all worn out.

Slangin' them dub tapes out the hoop ride
Selling mixtapes out of a car.

I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
I tried to make it as a rapper.

But this rap shit didn't go far, go far
But it didn't go anywhere.