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.
Scrimps
Psychopathic Rydas Lyrics
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24 wit the gold tip, scrimps and juice
all platinum wit the gold grip, about to get loose
triple black windows like who dat is?
Foe Foe and the Rydas in the big body Benz
All my friends is close, and my enemies closer
Til wind up pictured, on the have you seen me? poster
Sippin on the neach wit hoes feedin me grapes
All the haters need to back the fuck up
Before I back the truck up,
and leave your crew all shot and stuck up
In the hood, all the money in the world aint nuttin
That's why they always hate you for sumthin
Muthafuckas!
(Full Clip:)
Ryda convoy rollin' tough again
Black hummer H2 on the 42 spins
Scrimp and juice bar, restin in the console
Foldaway hatch with the strippers pole
Lil Shank comin through wit a gang of chickens
And plenty of that nose candy for them hoes that dippin
Takin bitches down, send em home wit limps
And I be sippin on my juice and double dippin my scrimps
(Chorus: x2)
You got that juice and scrimp,
Don't ride boy
You's a pimp
(Get your money right)
Can I ride wit you?
Boy let me ride wit you!
(Get your money right)
(Bullet:)
Get off my plate bitch, my scrimp
I walk wit a pimp limp, I'm no simp
Im a ryda, even when I walk im ridin
In the small of my back is a glock I'm hidin
When I pull out, muthafuckas fo'heads blow out
Im one them thugs, the reason you don't go out
Me and Lil shank, Full Clip, and Cell Block
Ride wit us, we drop you off shell shocked
Juice and scrimps, gangsta fury
Don't worry, weed man comin through in a hurry
And my name, you muthafuckas know my name
You won't forget it when I bury one deep in yo brain
(Sawed Off:)
Seven days a week, sippin juice, eatin shrimp
Bubbagump ain't got shit on me, man I be parlayin'
you would think I'd say bye to sea
cause the hood the whole hood smell fishy
Butter it up dawg!
Barbeque, sautéed, pin fried,
whatever tall glass of homemade wine
Juice bitch its on! When we chillin, it's like a lunch break
Cause thuggin all the time could make a muthafucka hungry
(Chorus: x2)
You got that juice and scrimp,
Don't ride boy
You's a pimp
(Get your money right)
Can I ride wit you?
Boy let me ride wit you!
(Get your money right)
(Cell Block:)
Ballin outta control,
my money folds and bills with big faces
And every money is to livin in some suitcases
My scrimp and juice is all swole, and keeps all the rydas tow up
On some dime crystal and any luxury
Cell Block got the hood unlocked, slangin all types of rock
And kill a muthafucka runnin his spot
It's my street, it's my ground and that bump is my sound
You can hear my system pound from the other side of town
(Lil' Shank:)
Since I was knee high to a big wheel
I was always determined to role wit a crew of rydas,
keeping it real
I met Bullet, Foe Foe, Full Clip, Converse, Sawed Off,
Cell Block all this shit was unheard
But we had mad dreams of makin it big
Shrimps and juice, want butter on my lobster bib
Pimpin, thuggin, rydin, mashin,
Seven black trucks parked at the ryda mansion
and it don't stop,
so go ahead wipe that cocktail sauce off yo chin
and count that money man!
Psychopathic Rydas all up in this bitch
And we don't give a shit
Go ahead and get your shrimp!
(Chorus: x4)
You got that juice and scrimp,
Don't ride boy
You's a pimp
(Get your money right)
Can I ride wit you?
Boy let me ride wit you!
(Get your money right)
The song "Scrimps" by Psychopathic Rydas is a celebration of their lavish lifestyle, where they boast about their gold-tipped 24-inch rims, triple black-tinted windows, and gated estates. The lyrics are rapped from the perspective of different members of the group, each taking turns to describe their opulent existence. They talk about sipping on peach juice while being fed grapes by women and having all the money in the world but still having haters. As they ride around in their luxurious cars, drinking juice and eating shrimp, they feel untouchable and invincible, with a glock hidden in the small of their back. They also warn their enemies to back the fuck up before they end up pictured on a "have you seen me?" poster.
The chorus of the song is repeated throughout and serves as a reminder of their financial dominance, urging others to also get their money right. The verses go into more detail about the extravagance and indulgence that comes with success, even hinting at drug use and the mistreatment of women. Overall, the song glorifies the gangster lifestyle and the benefits that come with it, but also acknowledges the danger and paranoia that accompanies it.
Line by Line Meaning
24 wit the gold tip, scrimps and juice
I'm ballin' with my fancy rims, eating shrimp and drinking juice
all platinum wit the gold grip, about to get loose
My gun is fancy with gold accents and I'm ready to cause trouble
triple black windows like who dat is?
My car's windows are so dark you can't see who's inside
Foe Foe and the Rydas in the big body Benz
Me and my gang are cruising in a fancy Benz
All my friends is close, and my enemies closer
I keep my friends close, but I keep my enemies closer to watch them more closely
Til wind up pictured, on the have you seen me? poster
If you mess with me you might end up missing and on a missing persons poster
Sippin on the neach wit hoes feedin me grapes
I'm relaxing on the beach with some ladies serving me grapes
I had to get up out the hood into a gated estate
I had to leave the dangerous neighborhood and live in a gated community
All the haters need to back the fuck up
All the people who hate me need to step off
Before I back the truck up, and leave your crew all shot and stuck up
If you don't back off, I'll attack your group and rob you
In the hood, all the money in the world aint nuttin
Money doesn't matter in the hood, you'll still be targeted
That's why they always hate you for sumthin
That's why people always find a reason to hate others in the hood
Ryda convoy rollin' tough again
Me and my gang are cruising tough in our vehicles
Black hummer H2 on the 42 spins
I'm driving a black Hummer with fancy spinning rims
Scrimp and juice bar, restin in the console
I have a fancy shrimp and juice bar in the console of my car
Foldaway hatch with the strippers pole
There's a pole for strippers to dance on that can be hidden away
Lil Shank comin through wit a gang of chickens
My friend Lil Shank is coming with a group of women
And plenty of that nose candy for them hoes that dippin
We have plenty of drugs for the women who are partying with us
Takin bitches down, send em home wit limps
We're having sex with women and sending them home sore
And I be sippin on my juice and double dippin my scrimps
I'm drinking juice and eating shrimp, dipping them twice for extra flavor
Get off my plate bitch, my scrimp
Don't touch my shrimp, you bitch
I walk wit a pimp limp, I'm no simp
I have a cool walk and I'm not a pushover
Im a ryda, even when I walk im ridin
I'm always ready to represent my gang, even when I'm not in a vehicle
In the small of my back is a glock I'm hidin
I have a gun hiding in the small of my back
When I pull out, muthafuckas fo'heads blow out
When I pull out my gun, people will get shot
Im one them thugs, the reason you don't go out
I'm a dangerous criminal, which is why people stay inside
Ride wit us, we drop you off shell shocked
If you ride with us, you'll be surprised by what you see
Juice and scrimps, gangsta fury
We're enjoying our shrimp and juice while we're feeling extra gangsta
Don't worry, weed man comin through in a hurry
We don't need to worry about running out of weed, our dealer is coming soon
And my name, you muthafuckas know my name
You already know who I am
You won't forget it when I bury one deep in yo brain
You won't forget my name when I kill you
Seven days a week, sippin juice, eatin shrimp
I'm always eating shrimp and drinking juice
Bubbagump ain't got shit on me, man I be parlayin'
The dude from Forrest Gump isn't as cool as me, I'm living the good life
you would think I'd say bye to sea
I eat so much shrimp, you'd think I'm living by the ocean
cause the hood the whole hood smell fishy
The fact that I'm always eating shrimp is starting to give the hood a fishy smell
Butter it up dawg!
Put some butter on that shrimp!
Barbeque, sautéed, pin fried,
I like my shrimp cooked in different ways
whatever tall glass of homemade wine
I'll drink a tall glass of homemade wine while I eat my shrimp
Juice bitch its on! When we chillin, it's like a lunch break
We're always drinking juice, it's like a mid-day break for us
Cause thuggin all the time could make a muthafucka hungry
Being a thug all the time makes you work up an appetite
Ballin outta control, my money folds and bills with big faces
I'm spending my money however I want and I have a lot of cash on me
And every money is to livin in some suitcases
I keep all my money in suitcases
My scrimp and juice is all swole, and keeps all the rydas tow up
I have lots of shrimp and juice, which is keeping me and my gang feeling great
On some dime crystal and any luxury
I'm on a level of luxury and wealth that most people can only dream of
Cell Block got the hood unlocked, slangin all types of rock
My friend Cell Block is selling all kinds of drugs and has control over the hood
And kill a muthafucka runnin his spot
If someone tries to mess with Cell Block's drug operation, he'll kill them
It's my street, it's my ground and that bump is my sound
This street belongs to me and my gang, and our music is always playing
You can hear my system pound from the other side of town
My car's sound system is so loud you can hear it from far away
Since I was knee high to a big wheel
I've been with my gang since I was very young
I was always determined to role wit a crew of rydas, keeping it real
I always wanted to be a part of a gang and kept it real with them
I met Bullet, Foe Foe, Full Clip, Converse, Sawed Off, Cell Block all this shit was unheard
I met all of my gang members when we were younger and no one had heard of us yet
But we had mad dreams of makin it big
We had big dreams of making it in the world
Shrimps and juice, want butter on my lobster bib
We love eating shrimp and drinking juice, and I want butter on my lobster bib
Pimpin, thuggin, rydin, mashin
We're pimping, thugging, riding, and causing trouble
Seven black trucks parked at the ryda mansion
We have seven black trucks parked at our gang's mansion
and it don't stop, so go ahead wipe that cocktail sauce off yo chin
We're not stopping anytime soon, so keep eating your shrimp and wiping the sauce off your face
Psychopathic Rydas all up in this bitch
Our gang, the Psychopathic Rydas, is here and causing trouble
And we don't give a shit
We don't care about anything or anyone
Contributed by Arianna Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.