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.

No Luv
Psychopathic Rydas Lyrics

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[Converse:]
I got N-O-L-O-V-E for MTV
You cant see me in the locs in a black beemy
Got no love for cops not even a teeny weeny
...bit, shit
My black truck got the phat kit

[Full Clip:]

So what you though you stupid little bitch?
That Full Clip gave up on all this rydin' shit?
What love I had left I done shot it
And what hater put out muthafucka well, you got it

[Sawed Off:]
Check this out dog I don't give a fuck
That's why I'm bombin' on you bitches I don't got no love
This whole world is insane and psycho listen to the thug-ism
Only bodies fallin' is the ones with the love in them

[Lil' Shank:]
Representin' the Rydas because were mashin' and thuggin'
Ain't got no love for yall buggin' thinking were wildin' for nothing
If in your face its for something my windows down my truck bumpin'
My fifty speakers are thumpin' and I'm about to start dumpin'

[Cell Block:]
I got no love for the government (fuck that shit)
They upset cause I'm clockin' more skrilla then the muthafuckin' president
Then have it all sent to accounts in Swiss banks
Then all the rest chillin' in my baby mama name

[Bullit:]
I got no love for innocent people caught in the way
Between a Ryda and his pay, ain't no way, not today
It's been a long time and I been waitin' on this chance
So when my bullets advance, I'm putting shit in your pants

[Converse:
I'm comin' straight from the murder glove I got no love
My styles underground but still so much above
You can try and shove me I still wont budge
And a thousand years from now I still be holdin' a grudge

[Full Clip:]
All these punk bitch ass muthafuckas runnin around
Claimin' to ride get chopped the fuck down
You can even know me run up and give a dap
The second you turn around your catchin' one in the back

[Sawed Off:]
Man please, there's so many out here frontin'
Beatty eyed muthafuckas always lookin' for something
That why I never did and never would have any love
For the simple fact I hate to love, bitch what

[Lil' Shank:]
Ain't got no love for yall bitches yall pussy as your only asset
Lets put that ass in a skirt and see where pimpin' can get
Don't be a customer getting buck for all your cheddar
Once a John twice a trick should of known better, it ain't no love

[Cell Block:]
For punks who pack unloaded pistols
Then keep it plane and simple you soft as Shirley Temple
I take the gat from you and bust your whole shit out
And leave you where you lay with blood spillin' out you mouth

[Bullit:]
They call my doctor loveless ain't got no love for no other
Then for your head with hot lead about to make love to one another
I'm lovin' no one if you ain't a Ryda bullets inside ya
And David Copper-fuck couldn't hide you... from the slugs

[Converse:]
Caps spit off fly hoes suck dick
I got no love if you ain't tryna fuck, bitch
Trick another muthafucka
I got no love for radio DJ's ma's a dick sucker

[Full Clip:]
I got a full clip of these heat seekin' bullets with your name
Your about to have a cryin' mama with a body to claim
I already got front page news paper fame
Plus this drink got me on this anti love thing

[Sawed Off:]
Only love I got is this gat in your back
When I'm jackin' your tractor make it 10 times more fat
What makes you think anybody was feelin' you?
Shit every time I see your ass I think about killin' you

[Lil' Shank:]
I got no love for you side your side don't got no love back
Ain't got no love for the haters mad cause I'm holdin' a gat
Ain't got no time for that chatter man you can kill all that mess
I'm aiming straight for your face so fuck your Teflon vest

[Cell Block:]
There ain't no love for the dust nose addicted to my crack
There layin' on their death bed I'm still getting' my money back
No love for the family and fuck all there friends
Best believe I'm getting my cheddar back in the end

[Bullit:]
Black trucks, we let you no we coming with bumps
And don't increase your chances no way when the shotgun pumps
I blow the life out your body, and bust at your ghost
My hollow points will have you dead and cooked like fuck ass pot roast

Cause you a fuck ass (punk ass fuck ass)
In the fuckin' way of my cash (In the way of my MONEY)
So it's, you I blast (Ain't no love for no fuck ass)
You a fuck ass in the fuckin' way of my cash (no love muthafucka)
So it's, you I blast (I'll bullet hole ya, I'll funeral ya)
You a fuck ass (cover your nuts bitch)
In the fuckin' way of my cash (stay away from my cheddar)
So it's, you I blast (you better get down and lay down muthafucka)
You a fuck ass (bring it)

In the fuckin' way of my cash (you done fucked up now)
So its, you I blast (whatever's whatever, Rydas don't love)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Psychopathic Rydas' song "No Luv" exude their tough, anti-establishment image, and takes a stance on a range of topics. There is "no love" for MTV, cops, innocent people caught in the path of their money-making enterprises, government, those who pack unloaded pistols, those addicted to drugs, family, and friends. The lyrics also take shots at radio DJ's, haters, and those who have previously shown them love, but have since crossed them. The song is intended to convey an ominous warning to anyone who may try to stand in their way, and their message is that they will stop at nothing to achieve their goals. The lyrics are heavily laced with profanity and violent imagery, which is characteristic of the rap genre. The song serves as a testament to the group's gritty, gangster persona.

One interesting fact about "No Luv" is that it is a parody of "No Scrubs" by TLC. The cover art for the single was modeled after the TLC single's artwork. Another interesting fact is that Psychopathic Rydas is a supergroup consisting of members of the Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid, and Blaze Ya Dead Homie. The song was released on the group's debut album, "Dumpin'," in 2004. This album was the group's only release until 2007, when they released a second album, "Duk Da Fuk Down!" "No Luv" was the lead single from "Dumpin'" and carries the same anti-establishment themes as the rest of the album.

Line by Line Meaning

I got N-O-L-O-V-E for MTV
I have no affection for MTV

You cant see me in the locs in a black beemy
I am difficult to see while driving my black BMW with tinted windows

Got no love for cops not even a teeny weeny
I have no love for law enforcement

My black truck got the phat kit
My black truck is equipped with a high-quality exhaust system

So what you though you stupid little bitch?
What did you expect, you ignorant person?

What love I had left I done shot it
I have destroyed any love I had remaining

And what hater put out muthafucka well, you got it
I have responded with aggression to any hate thrown my way

Check this out dog I don't give a fuck
Listen closely, friend, I am indifferent

This whole world is insane and psycho listen to the thug-ism
The world is highly disturbed and dangerous, observe the lifestyle of a thug

Only bodies fallin' is the ones with the love in them
Only those with emotions get hurt and die

Representin' the Rydas because were mashin' and thuggin'
As a member of the Rydas, I am a violent thug

Ain't got no love for yall buggin' thinking were wildin' for nothing
I have no respect for those who doubt our actions and assume we are violent for no reason

If in your face its for something my windows down my truck bumpin'
If I am confronting you, it is for a good reason and my music is blasting in my truck

My fifty speakers are thumpin' and I'm about to start dumpin'
My fifty loudspeakers are booming and I am about to open fire

I got no love for the government (fuck that shit)
I have no regard for the government (I hate it)

They upset cause I'm clockin' more skrilla then the muthafuckin' president
They are unhappy because I am making more money than the President

Then have it all sent to accounts in Swiss banks
I have transferred all my money into Swiss bank accounts

Then all the rest chillin' in my baby mama name
The remaining money is under my baby mama's name

I got no love for innocent people caught in the way
I have no compassion for innocent people who get caught in the crossfire

Between a Ryda and his pay, ain't no way, not today
They should stay out of the way of a Ryda and his money, it is not their business

It's been a long time and I been waitin' on this chance
I have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time

So when my bullets advance, I'm putting shit in your pants
When I shoot at you, I will make you defecate uncontrollably

I'm comin' straight from the murder glove I got no love
I am a murderer from the start and I do not have love for anyone

My styles underground but still so much above
My style is below the mainstream, but superior in quality

You can try and shove me I still wont budge
You can try to force me but I will not move

And a thousand years from now I still be holdin' a grudge
Even in a thousand years, I will still harbor resentment towards someone

All these punk bitch ass muthafuckas runnin around
All these weak individuals are running around

Claimin' to ride get chopped the fuck down
Those who claim to be tough will be severely punished

You can even know me run up and give a dap
Even if you know me, do not expect me to be friendly

The second you turn around your catchin' one in the back
As soon as you turn around, I will shoot you in the back

Man please, there's so many out here frontin'
Please, there are so many people pretending to be tough

Beatty eyed muthafuckas always lookin' for something
These aggressive individuals are always looking for conflict

That why I never did and never would have any love
This is why I have never had love and never will

For the simple fact I hate to love, bitch what
I simply hate the idea of loving anyone, what's the problem?

Ain't got no love for yall bitches yall pussy as your only asset
I don't love these women who only value their genitals as their only asset

Lets put that ass in a skirt and see where pimpin' can get
Let's dress them up as prostitutes and see how successful they are

Don't be a customer getting buck for all your cheddar
Do not act like a foolish customer spending all your money

Once a John twice a trick should of known better, it ain't no love
If you have been a customer once, you will be taken advantage of again, and this time it won't be out of love

For punks who pack unloaded pistols
I have no respect for those who carry unloaded guns

Then keep it plane and simple you soft as Shirley Temple
Stay straightforward and clear, and remember how gentle Shirley Temple waѕ

I take the gat from you and bust your whole shit out
I will take your gun and shoot you completely

And leave you where you lay with blood spillin' out you mouth
I will leave you on the floor with blood pouring out of your mouth

They call my doctor loveless ain't got no love for no other
I am called doctor loveless and I have no love for anyone else

Then for your head with hot lead about to make love to one another
I will shoot you in the head with hot lead as if me and the bullet are making love to each other

I'm lovin' no one if you ain't a Ryda bullets inside ya
I do not love anyone unless you are a member of the Ryda group (and even then, I will shoot you)

And David Copper-fuck couldn't hide you... from the slugs
Even if Charles Dickens himself wanted to save you, it would not work, the bullets will come for you

Caps spit off fly hoes suck dick
I shoot guns and prostitutes perform oral sex

I got no love if you ain't tryna fuck, bitch
I have no affection for you if you do not want to have sex

Trick another muthafucka
Trick someone else, not me

I got no love for radio DJ's ma's a dick sucker
I have no respect for radio DJs, and their mothers are promiscuous and oral sex enthusiasts

I got a full clip of these heat seekin' bullets with your name
I have a full clip of bullets that will find and hit their desired target, and that target is you

Your about to have a cryin' mama with a body to claim
Your mother will be crying with your lifeless body to claim

I already got front page news paper fame
I have already been on the front page of the newspaper for my actions

Plus this drink got me on this anti love thing
Also, the drink I consumed is fueling my anti-love demeanor

Only love I got is this gat in your back
The only love I have is for my gun pressed on your back

When I'm jackin' your tractor make it 10 times more fat
When I am robbing you, I will make sure to make myself ten times more rich due to your hard work

What makes you think anybody was feelin' you?
What makes you think anyone likes you?

Shit every time I see your ass I think about killin' you
Every time I see you, I think about murdering you

Ain't got no love for you side your side don't got no love back
I do not have any affection for you if you do not have any for me as well

Ain't got no love for the haters mad cause I'm holdin' a gat
I have no love for those who hate me because I am carrying a gun

Ain't got no time for that chatter man you can kill all that mess
I do not have time for conversation, you can kill all that nonsense

I'm aiming straight for your face so fuck your Teflon vest
I will shoot you straight in the face, your bulletproof vest won't protect you

For punks who pack unloaded pistols
I have no respect for those who carry unloaded guns

There layin' on their death bed I'm still getting' my money back
I will collect my debts, even if the person is on their deathbed

No love for the family and fuck all there friends
I have no love for anyone, not even family or friends

Best believe I'm getting my cheddar back in the end
I will make sure to get all of my money back by the end

Black trucks, we let you no we coming with bumps
We arrive in black trucks with loud music to make our presence known

And don't increase your chances no way when the shotgun pumps
Do not try to raise your odds when the shotgun fires

I blow the life out your body, and bust at your ghost
I will shoot you until you're dead and haunt your ghost

My hollow points will have you dead and cooked like fuck ass pot roast
My hollow point bullets will leave you dead and disintegrated like a terrible pot roast

Cause you a fuck ass (punk ass fuck ass)
You are a terrible person (a complete idiot)

In the fuckin' way of my cash (In the way of my MONEY)
You are standing in the way of my money

So it's, you I blast (Ain't no love for no fuck ass)
Therefore, I will shoot you (I have no love for anyone who stands in my way)

You a fuck ass in the fuckin' way of my cash (no love muthafucka)
You are a terrible person in the way of my money (and therefore, I have no love for you)

So it's, you I blast (I'll bullet hole ya, I'll funeral ya)
Thus, I will shoot you (I will leave bullet holes in you, and I will have you buried in a funeral)

You a fuck ass (cover your nuts bitch)
You are a terrible person (protect yourself)

In the fuckin' way of my cash (stay away from my cheddar)
You are in the way of my money (stay away from my wealth)

So it's, you I blast (you better get down and lay down muthafucka)
Thus, I will shoot you (you better lie down and get out of my way)

You a fuck ass (bring it)
You are a terrible person (come and face me)

In the fuckin' way of my cash (you done fucked up now)
You are standing in the way of my money (you have made a crucial mistake)

So its, you I blast (whatever's whatever, Rydas don't love)
Thus, I will shoot you (whatever happens, Rydas do not have love for you)

Contributed by Christian T. Suggest a correction in the comments below.

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