Ride-Or-Die Bitch
The Lox Lyrics


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Yo, if you gonna sleep on something
Might as well be a bed
And if your gonna crack a nigga
Might as well be a head
'Cause if you targeting the LOX you might as well target a box
That you gonna sleep in for years all covered with rocks
'Cause I think not I pop shots I double what y'all got
Ya hot shots and got blocks ya punta muchacha
I'm the days of school I mother fucking rule
I drive my chain and cork ya and keep it cool
That's the ice B. I'm pricrless. The iciest
And I don't gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I lace this fly shit pump
And baby I be on it yearly ain't no poppin' the trunk
But if I, pop the trunk its to hear your rag
Shit just wipe down my windows,on the side of my jag
Must I brag, my shit paid for, yours tagged
And every chick you grab, Sheek been done bagged

Yo, I hope you ain't tongue kissing your spouse
'Cause I be fuckin' her in her mouth
Type of cat that fuck at your house
Too slick? Mean she be suckin' my dick
And before you know it, I'mma have her suckin' my dick
Jada, if I kiss you now, you die later
Been nice, since niggaz was watchin' movies on beta
Ready to clap, everybody giving me dap
And belive it or not, we be the ones setting the trap
Listen to y'all shit. Then listen to our shit
Ain't nothing y'all cowards could do, got this
That's the reason now, y'all players ain't got shit
'Cause every time I turn around, y'all on the lox dick
For those that's narrow, I just smack them with the barrel
Give it to them after night, like Kains cousin Harold

[Chorus]
The Ruff Rifers (what?)
The Ruff Riders
The Ruff Rifers (what?)
The Ruff Riders
The Ruff Rifers (what?)
The Ruff Riders
The Ruff Rifers (what?)
The Ruff Riders

Fuck you and your son
Ya know when its done
Show me the money, I show you a gun
Mother fucker!
SB'll spin corner while I party with dun
I clap you I clap him, and that's rule number one
Suckin' my dick
And I don't give a fuck what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can get
'Cause I sell records, and I got a jail record
Ya niggas ain't sayin' shit till y'all bare weapons
And even when your dead, you can still fuck and get it
I ride about and smack you, cock back and clap you
Styles be ya favorite rappers favorite rapper

Ain't no surprise niggas, only run with recognized niggas
Baby girl, want the world? Sugar pie niggas
No tops, take em in all shape and size niggas
No lie, prefer them ready do or die niggas
What, what you want
Cutie starin' at me like "Damn, where you from?"
You be comin' at me, like "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips from this brown sugar
Suck me like a thumb if you want till I cum


I be the D are, A G, dash O N
Slash often comma makin' niggas orphan
They call me Drag-On. I'm hot scortchin'
Keep the block roastin'
Like dutch when the flame comes a toastin'
In my eyes you can see what summers holdin'
Realize, any guy, broad day, rider
I burn to a degree of 130 my gun dirty
'Cause I got one burby, so you better run hurry
Or catch one early
You wrong, tryin' to touch me
What type of shit you on?
You better throw your boots on, and your un-flameable suits on
'Cause I'm comin' through in a Yukon
Black tinted with gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', send your casket with a sack in it
Gats only half of it
'Cause y'all are half ass yo
'Cause we one whole and y'all niggas, is one slash two
My gun blast you
Tryin out the flames. Are your firemen?
And catch one hell of a back draft,
'Cause my fire reach higher than

Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water (what)
Every day I show another how I love a slaughter (what)
Plug your daughter
With more holes than swiss cheese (come on)
Attack the bitch and stop for the leach (come on)
With these, I shoot the breeze
And its thought, enough keys from the cubans to build a fucking fort (what)
I'm caught up in something that I can't control
Trying to get a hold of a bank role and stroll
Catch bodies like a cold. And stay sick (uh)
So face it, make me chase it, I take your life and erase it (what)
Waste it, in the fucking streets
'Cause It ain't worth shit(come on)
The undertaker take your ass under the earth (come on)
Quicker, I love money, but the scam is hot (uh)
So I snatch up my man and hit the gambling spot (uh)




20 grand is got, one shot and you got less
What use to his chest, is a mess under his fucking vest.

Overall Meaning

The Lox's song "Ride-Or-Die Bitch" contains rap verses from Jadakiss, Styles P, and Sheek Louch, and a guest verse from Drag-On. The lyrics contain themes of violence, bragging, and disrespect toward women. The opening lines suggest that it's better to target a bed than to target the members of The Lox, who are powerful and could retaliate with deadly force. Throughout the song, the artists boast about their wealth, their ability to out-rap their competitors, and their sexual conquests. They assert that their music is superior to that of other rappers and that they are constantly setting traps for their enemies. They also ridicule those who are not as successful or respected as they are.


Despite its controversial content, "Ride-Or-Die Bitch" is a popular song that showcases the intense rapping style of The Lox and their collaborators. The beat is hard-hitting and relentless, and the lyrics are filled with clever wordplay and intricate rhymes. While some listeners may find the lyrics offensive or insensitive, others appreciate the raw energy and confidence that The Lox bring to the track.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, if you gonna sleep on something
If you're going to underestimate or overlook something


Might as well be a bed
It might as well be something comfortable and expected


And if your gonna crack a nigga
And if you're going to attack someone


Might as well be a head
It might as well be a significant blow to their reputation or status


'Cause if you targeting the LOX you might as well target a box
Because if you're aiming for The LOX, you might as well prepare for your own downfall


That you gonna sleep in for years all covered with rocks
You'll end up in a grave, dead and forgotten by everyone


'Cause I think not I pop shots I double what y'all got
Because I won't let that happen, I'll retaliate and outdo anything you try to do


Ya hot shots and got blocks ya punta muchacha
You may think you're tough and have influence, but you're just a fool


I'm the days of school I mother fucking rule
I've always been in control and dominant since my school days


I drive my chain and cork ya and keep it cool
I proudly display my expensive jewelry and intimidate others while remaining calm


That's the ice B. I'm pricrless. The iciest
That's my diamond necklace, I'm valuable and the epitome of coolness


And I don't gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
I don't need to dress a certain way to harm or overpower you


My bullets thump when I lace this fly shit pump
My words hit hard and resonate when I rap these stylish and confident lyrics


And baby I be on it yearly ain't no poppin' the trunk
And I'm always ready for action, there's no need to prepare or arm myself


But if I, pop the trunk its to hear your rag
But if I open my car trunk, it's only to play loud music


Shit just wipe down my windows, on the side of my jag
The bass from the music vibrates and cleans the dirt off my car windows


Must I brag, my shit paid for, yours tagged
Do I need to boast? My possessions are fully owned, while yours are just rented


And every chick you grab, Sheek been done bagged
And every woman you try to pursue, Sheek Louch has already been involved with


Yo, I hope you ain't tongue kissing your spouse
I hope you're not deeply committed or affectionate with your partner


'Cause I be fuckin' her in her mouth
Because I engage in sexual acts with her orally


Type of cat that fuck at your house
I'm the type of person who has casual sex at your residence


Too slick? Mean she be suckin' my dick
I'm so smooth and charming that she willingly performs oral sex on me


And before you know it, I'mma have her suckin' my dick
And in no time, I'll have her completely under my control, willing to do anything for me


Jada, if I kiss you now, you die later
Jadakiss, if I were to engage in any intimate act with you, it would ultimately lead to your downfall


Been nice, since niggaz was watchin' movies on beta
I've been talented and skilled for a long time, even during the era of VHS tapes


Ready to clap, everybody giving me dap
Always prepared to attack, with everyone showing me respect and admiration


And belive it or not, we be the ones setting the trap
Whether you believe it or not, we are the ones creating the schemes and traps to ensnare others


Listen to y'all shit. Then listen to our shit
Compare your music to ours, and you'll see the vast difference in quality


Ain't nothing y'all cowards could do, got this
There's nothing you weak individuals can do to surpass us


That's the reason now, y'all players ain't got shit
That's why you all don't have anything significant or successful


'Cause every time I turn around, y'all on the lox dick
Because every time I look, you're all trying to imitate or ride on our success


For those that's narrow, I just smack them with the barrel
For those who lack perspective, I simply confront them aggressively


Give it to them after night, like Kains cousin Harold
I deliver my blows or attacks unexpectedly, like the character Harold in the movie 'Menace II Society'


The Ruff Rifers (what?)
Referring to themselves as the Ruff Riders, a group they belong to


Fuck you and your son
Disregard and disrespect you and your offspring


Ya know when its done
You'll realize the consequences when it's too late


Show me the money, I show you a gun
If you can provide the money, I can show you a firearm


Mother fucker!
An exclamation of anger or annoyance


SB'll spin corner while I party with dun
My associate SB will keep watch while I enjoy myself with my friend


I clap you I clap him, and that's rule number one
I will shoot or attack both you and anyone associated with you, it's an important rule


Suckin' my dick
Engaging in oral sex with me


And I don't give a fuck what you spit
I don't care about what you say or rap


Who you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can get
It doesn't matter who you are, where you're from, or who you can gather for support


'Cause I sell records, and I got a jail record
Because I have a successful music career, as well as a criminal record


Ya niggas ain't sayin' shit till y'all bare weapons
You guys won't start talking or acting tough until you're armed


And even when your dead, you can still fuck and get it
Even after your death, people will still try to take advantage of you or disrespect you


I ride about and smack you, cock back and clap you
I drive around and physically assault or shoot you


Styles be ya favorite rappers favorite rapper
Styles P is admired and respected by other popular rappers


Ain't no surprise niggas, only run with recognized niggas
It's not surprising, I only associate with well-known and respected individuals


Baby girl, want the world? Sugar pie niggas
Women desire success and lifestyle, they want men who can provide for them


No tops, take em in all shape and size niggas
I'm attracted to men of all body types and sizes


No lie, prefer them ready do or die niggas
Honestly, I prefer men who are fearless, willing to take risks and even sacrifice themselves


What, what you want
What is it that you desire or seek?


Cutie starin' at me like 'Damn, where you from?'
An attractive person looking at me with curiosity, wondering where I come from


You be comin' at me, like 'Can I get some?'
You approach me asking for something, like a favor or an opportunity


Lick your lips from this brown sugar
Getting excited or aroused by my presence or charm


Suck me like a thumb if you want till I cum
Performing oral sex on me until I reach orgasm, if you're willing


I be the D are, A G, dash O N
Referring to himself as Daron or Dragon


Slash often comma makin' niggas orphan
Frequently causing harm and leaving people without parents or guardians


They call me Drag-On. I'm hot scortchin'
His nickname is Drag-On, known for his intense and energetic performances


Keep the block roastin'
He keeps the neighborhood hot with his presence or actions


Like dutch when the flame comes a toastin'
Similar to a cigar being lit, creating smoke and heat


In my eyes you can see what summers holdin'
Looking into his eyes reveals the intensity and danger he brings, like a hot summer


Realize, any guy, broad day, rider
Someone will quickly realize that he is a fearless and dangerous person, ready to cause trouble during the day


I burn to a degree of 130 my gun dirty
His anger and aggression reach extreme levels, and his firearm is unclean


'Cause I got one burby, so you better run hurry
Because he has a firearm, so it's best for others to flee quickly


Or catch one early
Or else they'll be shot early on


You wrong, tryin' to touch me
You're mistaken if you think you can harm or intimidate him


What type of shit you on?
What kind of trouble or conflict are you looking for?


You better throw your boots on, and your un-flameable suits on
You should prepare yourself for a fight, wearing protective gear


'Cause I'm comin' through in a Yukon
Because he will arrive in a large SUV vehicle called a Yukon


Black tinted with gats in it
The windows of the vehicle are dark and he has firearms concealed inside


Catch you while you smokin', send your casket with a sack in it
If he catches someone off guard while they're relaxed or distracted, he'll ensure they're buried with drugs or money


Gats only half of it
Firearms are just a portion of what he's capable of


'Cause y'all are half ass yo
Because others are only mediocre or half-hearted in their actions


'Cause we one whole and y'all niggas, is one slash two
Because The LOX is a complete and united group, while others are divided or incomplete


My gun blast you
His firearm will shoot and harm you


Tryin out the flames. Are your firemen?
Testing his aggression and provoking others, are they ready to handle the consequences?


And catch one hell of a back draft
And experience the strong and damaging consequences of their actions


'Cause my fire reach higher than
Because his aggression and impact are more intense and significant than others


Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water (what)
His natural tendency to survive and overcome challenges keeps him afloat, physically and metaphorically


Every day I show another how I love a slaughter (what)
Every day he demonstrates his ability and enjoyment in causing harm or destruction


Plug your daughter
Interacting with or seducing someone's daughter, possibly implying sexual activity


With more holes than swiss cheese (come on)
Causing serious harm to someone, perhaps through gunshots or violence


Attack the bitch and stop for the leach (come on)
Assaulting a woman and taking advantage of her vulnerability


With these, I shoot the breeze
With these words or actions, he easily causes trouble or conflict


And its thought, enough keys from the cubans to build a fucking fort (what)
He has enough drugs or connections to acquire large amounts of money, possibly even building a fortified structure as a symbol of wealth


I'm caught up in something that I can't control
He's involved in a dangerous or uncontrollable situation


Trying to get a hold of a bank role and stroll
He's trying to obtain a large sum of money and casually walk away with it


Catch bodies like a cold. And stay sick (uh)
He easily causes harm to others, metaphorically comparing it to catching a cold, and he remains in a dangerous state of mind


So face it, make me chase it, I take your life and erase it (what)
He challenges others to confront him, but warns that he will kill them and completely eliminate them from existence


Waste it, in the fucking streets
Dispose of or kill someone out in the open, on the streets


'Cause It ain't worth shit(come on)
Because their life or existence is essentially worthless or insignificant


The undertaker take your ass under the earth (come on)
The person responsible for burying the dead will bury their lifeless body beneath the ground


Quicker, I love money, but the scam is hot (uh)
He's drawn to money, but acknowledges the dangers and risks involved in illegal activities


So I snatch up my man and hit the gambling spot (uh)
To avoid being caught or suspected, he quickly gathers his associate and goes to a location where they can engage in illegal gambling


20 grand is got, one shot and you got less
Once they secure a large sum of money, they only need one opportunity to take everything away from someone else


What use to his chest, is a mess under his fucking vest
His chest is left in a disarray, completely destroyed beneath the bulletproof vest




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DARRIN DEAN, DAVID STYLES, EVE JEFFERS, JASON PHILLIPS, MEL SMALLS, MEL JASON SMALLS, SEAN JACOBS, TIMOTHY MOSLEY, TIMOTHY Z. MOSLEY

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