Jay-Z - Ride Or Die Lyrics

Yeah, I'm rollin' with Roc-A-Fella, man
'Cause they got money, man
'Hovah, yeah, Stevie J, nigga
Y'all ready? Yo, yo

How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
How many y'all down to die tonight?
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Nigga, ride or die or ride or die

How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
How many y'all down to die tonight?
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Nigga, ride or die or ride or die, nigga

How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
How many y'all down to die tonight?
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Ride or die or ride or die

Aiyyo, fuck y'all niggaz, I crush y'all, rush y'all
With the four drawn an' I touch y'all, plus y'all
Little motherfuckers ain't ready for war
I seen your team in a crisis before, thought I forgot?

The same rules apply, don't try to switch up your style
Y'all niggaz is pumpkin pie an' that's plain as I
Much better than you, cat, shocked when I got the news that
This nigga ready for war, well, where that fool at?

I bruise wack rap niggaz, severely punish them
Especially those that get fucked for they publishing
Always gotta be the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album than you

You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos, you'll always be number two
Niggaz talkin' real greasy on them R 'n' B records
But I'm platinum a million times, nigga, check the credits

S Carter, ghost writer an' for the right price
I can even make yo' shit tighter
I roast niggaz like ya, smoke niggaz like ya
Take your little jewels an' put the toast to niggaz like ya

You know what the fuck we do an' why we done it
How I bring it to niggaz, who probably want it
Keep playin', you gon' find me in your lobby blunted
An' I don't even smoke, nigga, ain't no joke

Niggaz cat fightin' with Jigga, kickin' sneaky shit
Makin' little tapes but keepin' it secret
'Cause I kick that deep shit that divide your peeps shit
Now I don't know if you fuckin' with Jigga
Spittin' that weak shit, y'all

How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
How many y'all down to die tonight?
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Nigga, ride or die or ride or die?

How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
How many y'all down to die tonight?
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Ride or die or ride or die

Niggaz don't want it with Jig 'cause somethin' got to give
I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live
Jigga's the don, bitches scream "Jigga, dandy
Dick is the bomb, about as thick as a arm"

Mr. Exxon, gas 'em with the wit an' the charm
Bitch, I'm tryin' to tell you like Nicholas Bond
I'm a big cat, listen, mami, can you dig that?
Cars, jewelry, homes, I did that

Oh shootouts, ki's, I live that
Actresses, models, chickenheads, hit that
I get stacks an' still I kick back
An' run up on niggaz with the Midac, where the shit at?

How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
How many y'all down to die tonight?
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Ride or die or ride or die

How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
How many y'all down to die tonight?
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Nigga, ride or die or ride or die

Time to separate the platinum from the white gold
Right from the door
The real from the fake, ready rock from the raw
The boss