[Intro: Eightball]
DMX, McGruff and Canibus
You know where you heard it first
My man Cardan, G Black, Ralph, Universal Records
Uh... {*all echoes*}
Pure Uncut, Eightball {*DMX barks in background*}
DMX (What?!) DMX, McGruff, McGruff, and Canibus, baby
Yeah, its the Pure Uncut Raw, we keep it raw
It's the Pure Uncut Raw we keep it raw, listen

[Verse 1: DMX]
N***as I fuck wit' is the illest, baby gorillas
And shit we do today is gon' catch up with us and kill us
Long as I fill this motherfucker's head with shots
Fucking lead gets hot, and leave them dead to rot
Ruff Ryders cuttin' shit up, like raw keys
Like I'm from Crystal Lake and my last name is Voorhees
Could have a n***as door keys and still gun it down
Only 'cause I know how you look up to a n***a, from the ground
Run it clown, you know better, than to breathe too hard
Word to my kids I'll leave you God
And if you don't know, ask a n***a, that they just put in the ground
Slugs weigh about an ounce, so I must've put in a pound
At least! Gave it to another n***a for lookin'
Money was dead before the slugs stopped cookin'
Remember me, 'cause I'ma be there when they bury
You and we'll just get it on in the cemetery
[Verse 2: Eightball]
Dum, du-du, dum
Who got the, who got the bum bu-bu bum?
We wrap it up and smoke it, sticky green
I'm a fiend for this rap thing
Down South hustiln' and we all about the cream
Stick em up, mad face, car chase through the city
Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm going off that gritty
Frank Nitti got a mob down to murder with me
Cats want to stick me, believe it or not like Ripley
I rip thee track into a stack and flip it like a tech
Pure Uncut, fire it up, and watch the fiends come back
Bubblin', real dogs stay around for troublin
Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin'
Rumbling (*vrooom*) mushroom, cloud pimpin'
Victims who breathe in die when I be speakin, releasin'
You heard me, are you worthy
To ride with the Suave House and get down and dirty?

[Chorus: Eightball]
It's the Pure Uncut Raw, we keep it raw
It's the Pure Uncut Raw, we keep it raw
Baby Pure Uncut Raw, we keep it raw
It's the Pure Uncut Raw, we keep it raw
(What?) N***a, Pure Uncut Raw, we keep it raw
It's the Pure Uncut Raw, we keep it raw
It's the Pure Uncut Raw, we keep it raw
Baby Pure Uncut Raw, we keep it raw
It's the Pure Uncut Raw, we keep it raw
(What?) N***a, Pure Uncut Raw, we keep it raw
[Verse 3: McGruff]
Yo, where the fuck is the dough? It's time to bubble and blow
Hit these bitches from the back, have 'em clutchin' their toes
Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose
Perform shows, bad bitches touching my clothes
Yo I'm Gruff, street thug beyond the speakers, beyond the rap
Man I'm known to palm my gat
Swarm attack, sip Don and Cognac
Ain't just me, my whole freakin' army strapped
Ayo, fuck that! And fuck you! Who the fuck you?
Touch you, you act like you want trouble
Money don't know you, don't love you
I got' eat, that's like tryin' tell me don't hustle
I gotta blow a couple, n***as away just to show the muscle
Yo, I squeeze to provoke a tussle
N***a please, I got keys, coke and snow to bubble
Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the shit out your dick
Sucker for love, think you can fuck with McGruff?
Now listen mister, Gruff put your soul in a twister

[Verse 4: Canibus]
Just got off the payphone, on a three-way line
With Eightball and Tony Draper asking me for a favor
Now let me take it from the top, I touch your knot with the rubber Glock
Then I take your title, n***a, fuck your spot
Peace to the players who crush a lot
But they call me Canibus because I bust a lot, you can suck my cock
And got the same transmitted disease your mother got
Being unfaithful with me right before she divorced your pops
She came home at four o'clock, shocked
She was riding me on top, I told the bitch to keep the door locked
I know your heating and hot because I touched a sore spot
You got defeated and dropped, I punch you in the jaw-ops
You talk dirt, you get dirt, that's how us ghetto n***as network
You think that vest works? You think you can't get hurt?
The bitch in you, makes you run for cover when I spit at you
A man-to-man zone Allen Iverson couldn't dribble through
Rapid fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill' or two
To keep me from killing you with the lyrical
All you chief executives ampin answer records and shit
See, what goes around comes around, bitch