[Verse 1: DMX]

I’m taking the mic, fuck who’s next!

2 niggas repping the R, X & X

My nigga, there are no raps shit

My nigga clap shit that quick

Yeah, we on that shit

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]

About to roundhouse kick you motherfuckers face off

My voice so big you can turn the fuckin base off

Wanted for lots of murders lately - cops surround the place off

I’m busting DMX up in this bitch

You better take off

[Verse 3: DMX]

Went away for a while.. jail, prison

Getting down for real, fuck it - living!

Don’t worry about what condition I’m in

Cats can't survive half the places I’ve been

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]

And while a lot of motherfuckers

Sit and watch the throne killer

We in the booth barking dog, welcome home

We spazzing in this bitch

While we keeping the crowd hyped

Remind em like what this

Shit's supposed to sound like

Dogg, I pulled up in front

Of the jail to picked you up

Convoy of whips with about 30 bitches in the trunk

Come on!

[Verse 5: DMX]

They saying locked down is easy

But a nigga like me is greasy

Population or PC, Check my file nigga

See what I’m on

Feeding with that thing, then I’m gone

[Verse 6: Busta Rhymes]

Most you niggas talk too much

Putting police on ‘em

Bunch of blabbermouth-ass niggas: Jackie Gleason

I dig my foot in your face, putting my cleats on

You niggas steady watching me putting the streets on

[Verse 7: DMX]

You need to think cause I got on chain that something changed?

Bitch, I am the streets. what's my name

I’ve been trying to stay sucker free

But look where the suckers be

Lit the fire under me, can’t a motherfucker breathe

[Verse 8: Busta Rhymes]

I know you baggage claim rapper niggas.. just carry my luggage

And I take great pleasure whenever it’s time to punish

Incinerate a rhyme, let me throw their ass in the rubbish

I don’t give fuck what they think

You niggas know that I run this

You niggas can see just what it is and how I’m on it

How I fuck your money up and be the foulest nigga

[Verse 9: DMX]

Fall back cause of all that noise you're making

Only lets me know you boys is faking

Let me know that everything

You got is mine for the takin

Before I leave you dead and stinkin

Look here, I don’t play games, I don’t say names

Jump through with the guns out spraying lames

I don’t take aim, hit the whole crowd

My shit loud!

[Verse 10: Busta Rhymes]

Ya’ll niggas know my M.O, I kill you, little boy

Heatseeker missle whistle seek and destroy

You ain't ready for the standoff

And while a dog shooting

I’m chopping a nigga's hand off

Funny little nigga, see the way I treat him

Talk shit when I whoop niggas, than I beat them

And if you run around, I woop your ass cookoo

Don't. Talk. Back. When your father's talking to you

These corny niggas is wavin surrender flag banners

Taking no prisoners, pussy, I’m teaching your ass manners

Fuck your ass up bad, more bangers

And air them out to dry

Like we left them on clothes hangers

I’m sickly as hell, eat your body up: cancer

Who's the nicest in the spot?

Ya’ll already knowing the answer

Then I listen to niggas talk

And they fill me up with laughter

These niggas say they're "thug"

But be lookin' more like a dancer

There's something that you niggas need to know, it's so important

That I ain't the one to fuck with homey

I’m tired of talking!