[whispered]
  Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders
  Ryde or Die - Volume 2
    (Tugboats.. ehh, it's over..)
    [Swizz Beatz]
  Ahhh-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
  It's the second time around motherfucker! (YESS!)
  Volume 2 - Ryde or Die, BIATCH!
  Gangsta nigga and we gon' rock this motherfucker, you dig me?
  (Fo' sho' baby!) We the square root of the motherfuckin streets!
  (Fo' sho' baby!) Double R, you cocksuckin sons of bitches!!
  YEAH!!
    [Swizz Beatz] (Snoop Dogg)
  State yo' name gangsta (Big Snoop Dogg.. bow wow!)
  Where you representin? (West coast)
  You gon' hold it down? (Please believe it nigga)
  Enough said then nigga (hold up.. BIATCH)
    [Snoop Dogg]
  Mmm, let's make this official
  Shine yo' boots and load yo' pistols
  Pull out yo best credentials cause thislll
  be the official for the fictitial
  Doggy Dogg and Big Swizz'll, nigga blow the whistle
  Smokin on some bomb-beeda secondhand smoke
  will getcha, hitcha, and make you all get the picture
  Dig this - when was the last time you seen me
  posted up West coasted up and sippin on some Remi?
  Believe me - it ain't easy been Deezy (nah it ain't)
  wit these jealous rap niggaz and these punk ass breezies
  Man - I couldn't remember what they told me
  when I first came in the game but thangs done changed
  Call it what you wanna, keep the heat up on it
  East, Long Beach, California - spinnin like a 'Tona
  Bangin on the corner, hot like a sauna
  so you best to back up off me or I kick this ? on ya
    [Swizz Beatz] (Yung Wun)
  State yo' name yungsta (YUNG WUN!)
  Where you representin? (ATL SHAWTY!!)
  You gon' hold it down? (DAMN RIGHT!!!)
  Well nuff said then (Ease up, nigga!)
  (Man throw dem chains up!)
    [Yung Wun]
  Shorty pop a lot, actin like you got a lot
  wit all that fake ice on his watch, this nigga wanna get got
  Coming to my city wit all that hot shit and his fake ass click
  I'ma put somethin in him and bust his wig, I'm on some thugged out shit
  You better be strapped boy, how you love that boy, act boy
  I'ma break yo back boy, wit a bat boy, where you at boy
  Hold up I'm cold hearted; DAMN RIGHT, I get retarded
  I'm a yung-un and down here, bitch I'm the hardest
  You can hoot, hide and talk that shit
  I'ma stay low, keep it real and sho' to come up
  But when I bite you gone feel that there, it's real down here
  Watch your mouth boy, you might get killed down here
  I'm a Ryde or Die nigga, put somethin in your eye nigga
  Get beside yourself it's bye bye nigga
  When it come to glock cockin and drop poppin
  I'm the first to hit the block and go to war wit the cops fuck nigga
    [Swizz Beatz] (Scarface)
  State yo' name gangsta (Scarface)
  Where you representin? (Motherfuckin South)
  You gon' hold it down? (You God damn right)
  Enough said then nigga
    [Scarface]
  Heidi-hoe! Scarface and Don, pullin the strings to your alarm
  Bringin terror wit this beretta, I clutch in my palm
  I'm scarin motherfuckers straight wit mine
  Guerilla tactics, guranteein my enemy die
  It's worldwide army alert for all soliders
  Either you Ruff Ryde, Ryde Ruff, or roll over
  It's a stick up, so down on yo knees, cause I'm sicker
  Don't disrepect it, you don't disrespect me nigga
  I'm the one these niggaz call on; when negotiations are halted,
  and the time comes for the beatin of the bosses
  Make 'em an offer that can't refuse
  They don't comply, well now I'm bout to stank these fools
  Fool, I guess these niggaz think they can't be moved
  Realizie they don't scare niggaz like they thank they do
  You fuck wit me, I gots to fuck wit you
  World War 3 motherfucker, I thought you knew
    [Swizz Beatz] (Scarface)
  State yo' name gangsta (Jadakiss nigga)
  Where you representin? (East coast dawg)
  You gon' hold it down? (Why wouldn't I?)
  Enough said then nigga (Let's go)
  (Let's go)
    [Jadakiss]
  If you fuckin wit the 'Kiss, you ain't gon' breathe
  The only time I lick in the air is New Year's Eve
  Sonny from "Bronx Tale," you can't leave
  Get kissed on yo' cheek then you meant to die
  Cause when the gun start poppin then my temperature rise
  You know my style; 20 niggaz wit 40 Cals
  Nine years ago you was hollerin shorty wild
  Now I'm in the rap game twistin these honies out
  Never left the crack game still on a money route
  I run through the industry looking for enemies
  Y'all niggaz sound sick and Jada the remedy
  Get shot in yo' eyes and mouth
  Can't see can't talk when you fuckin wit the heart of New York
  And that's fouler that swallowin pork
  And to fuck wit the feds dog
  you know I push the prowler to court
  Toast on my lap, got the East Coast on my back, UH
    [Swizz Beatz]
  How many times must I tell you motherfuckers
  We ain't industry niggaz
  We in-the-STREETS, niggaz - you motherfuckin right!
  Ruff Ryders forever, yeah bitch - now what?
    [all together]
  Ryde.. or.. Die.. you talk it, we live it (East COAST!)
  So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you want it, we give it (West COAST!)
  So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you start it, we end it (Dirty SOUTH!)
  So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you talk it, we live it (Mid WEST!)
  So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you want it, we give it (Ruff RYDERS!)
  So Ryde.. or.. Die.. you start it, we end it (Biatch!)
    [ad libs for 8 seconds]
    [Swizz Beatz]
  Yeah, Double R motherfuckers - Ruff Ryders!