[Intro: Styles P]

It's the tone, Kiss

I'm lookin' for the tone

Talk to 'em

[Verse 1: Styles P & Jadakiss]

Holiday Styles, S-P or whatever you choose

A pound of weed, four guns and a liter of booze

Shootin' niggas out they shoes (What?) Come and fuck with me

I could guarantee you'll be makin' the news

P flows like no nigga, twenty-six but I'm an old nigga

Don't make me fuck around and show niggas

How to leave a room flat, twenty niggas dead

No money, no jewels, bullets in they head (C'mon)

Ain't a nigga you know could fuck with the god

I said rap was just a hobby, gun bustin' the job

'Cause the sickest niggas out is the bitchest niggas out

And I could take 'em on the street and straight whip 'em in their house (Uh)

Come through in the prettiest Porsche, the grittiest boss

The state gotta talk 'til the city get hoarse

I'm the icin' on the cake (Uh-huh), gangsta of the state (Yeah)

Guns, money and weight, who you fuckin' with, dawg? (Uh)

[Chorus: Jadakiss]

I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh)

Weed smokin', gun totin' heroin supplier

I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh)

On the low, dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wired

I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh)

Bust for my niggas, hush for my niggas, all of us survivors

I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh-huh)

You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fire

[Verse 2: Styles P]

I'm just dealin' with the tension and stress

Understand I'm from the school of hard knock and my suspension is death

I keep the P89 twenty shot in the coat

Better squeeze soon as you see me, you plottin' to loc

I'm a little more than itchy

Motherfucker, when it's time to splatter your mask or burst your kidneys

So go 'head and get your sons on me (What?)

Like I give a fuck, like I'm givin' up I got four guns on me

Get down and dirty all by my lonely

I leave your brains on your block all around your homies

Live by the code of honor (What?), stay holdin' armor

I treat beef like an album, I promote the drama

Stay bustin' a hammer, sweatin' and smilin'

And make sure these motherfuckers'll regret while I'm wildin'

I'm the hustler on the block

With money on his mind and some bricks in his hand, P can't be stopped, what

[Chorus: Jadakiss]

I'm a Ruff Ryder

Weed smokin', gun totin' heroin supplier

I'm a Ruff Ryder

On the low, dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wired

I'm a Ruff Ryder (Yeah)

Bust for my niggas, hush for my niggas, all of us survivors

I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh-huh)

You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fire

[Verse 3: Styles P & Jadakiss]

You dealin' with a ghost of the past

You could sleep if you want and get fucked with this toast in your ass

I'm a Gangsta and a Gentleman, I hope you the best

And tell you play the front seat and then choke you to death

Throw the gun to the chair, try to open your chest

Get blood on the driver face, window and dash

Burn the car with the body in it, bring you to ash

I get down on a hit like I'm Sigel the cold

A nigga sniffed up your coke, I could bring you his nose

If he stole money from you, P could bring you his hands

The nigga talk too much, I'll bring the ears of his mans

Need weed to calm down, need money to live life

Fuck a watch 'cause my time is tickin'

Fuck a chain, I'm already hangin' (Yeah), fuck a gang, I'm already bangin'

Robbin' niggas is my only form of steady payment

Play it sweet, I might be in your house

L-O-X, Black Mob, Holiday and I'm out

What? Bitch (Uh)

[Chorus: Jadakiss]

I'm a Ruff Ryder

Weed smokin', gun totin' heroin supplier

I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh-huh)

On the low, dawg, no phone calls, got my shit wired

I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh-huh)

Bust for my niggas, hush for my niggas, all of us survivors

I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh-huh)

You got a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fire

[Outro: Jadakiss]

I'm a Ruff Ryder, uh (Faggots)