[Intro: Waah]
{gunshots} Ryde or die, motherfucker!

[Overlapped interlude]
Joe Pesci and Nicky Santoro: Hey, Mr. Clark, how are you doing?
Richard Riehle as Charlie Clark: Good
Nicky: I've been tryin' to reach you. You're tougher to get than the president
Clark: Well, I've been busy
Nicky: Yeah? At least you could return my phone calls, though
Clark: Listen, Nicky, we talked about this. And I explained to you there was the possibility you might have to take some kind of loss
Nicky: Yeah. I think I want my money back
Clark: What are you gonna do, strong-arm me?
Nicky: You know, I think you've gotten thе wrong impression about me. I think, in all fairness I should еxplain to you exactly what it is that I do.For instance, tomorrow morning I'll get up nice and early, take a walk down over to the bank and walk in and see, and, uh... If you don't have my money for me I'll crack your fuckin' head wide open in front of everybody in the bank. And just about the time when I'm comin' out of jail, hopefully, you'll be comin' out of your coma. And guess what? I'll split your fuckin' head open again

[Overlapped intro: DMX]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh-huh!
But they don't hear me though (Uh)
But they don't hear me though (Uh)
But they don't, they don't, they don't, they don't—

[Verse 1: DMX]
I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse
I got blood on my dick 'cause I fucked a corpse (Come on)
I'm a nasty n***a, when you pass me n***a look me in my eyes (What?)
Tell me to my fuckin' face that you ready to die (Come on)
You be a dead motherfucker, red motherfucker (Uh)
Don't be stupid, you heard what I said motherfucker (Uh)
Who shot you? Aw n***a, like you don't know (Woo)
Stickin' you for yo' dough while I'm fuckin yo' broke ho (What?)
Yo, don't you get the picture? N***as can't touch me (Uh)
'Cause I don't give a fuck G, I'll get you touched B
I got joints that with one slug could take apart a door
And enough crazy n***as behind me to start a war (Come on)
So what you want n***a? Help, 'cause you's about to rest (Uh)
When I'm fed, Red Cross couldn't clean up the mess
And a vest will do nothin' but make you look a little thicker (Yeah)
'Cause in the dark, you ain't nothin' but a lil' n***a (What?)
And if you'd been thinkin' about that shit you did
You wouldn't have brought the joint, wit' you kid (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Now I'ma have to get you kid, and split your wig, wit' the machete (What?)
I bring beef to n***as, and string 'em out, like spaghetti (Come on)
You ain't ready, nor can you stand how I'm bringin' it (Uh)
How I'm givin' it is how I'm livin' it, so I'm swingin' it (Uh)
Red dot on your head, 'cause you's in mid range
Red dot on your chest, opens up your rib cage, n***a
[Chorus: P Killer Trackz]
I just love when a n***a bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a n***a bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a n***a bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a n***a bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through

[Verse 2: DMX]
Now if your heart was as big as your mouth, you'd be real
But it's not, so I know if you get knocked, you'll squeal
Like a bitch, 'cause you is a bitch and always been a bitch (Oh, oh, oh)
And you know how n***as do a bitch, we run up in a bitch (Woah)
Put something in a bitch, n***a do you know me? N***a do you owe me? (Uh-huh)
Figured you could blow me? Well I'ma let this trigger fill you homie
Y'all n***as got to be smokin' somethin', thinkin' you chokin' somethin' (Uh)
Fuckin' around wit' me you'll be a broken somethin' (Woo)
I'm out for blood with the Crips at war
How much shit could you talk wit' your lips on the floor?
Pussy n***as make me itch, so I scratch, you's a bitch (Uh, uh, uh)
So I snatch up your face, fake-ass Pit, so I scratch you (Uh, uh, come one)
Yeah there was a time, when I would've jumped up and choked this n***a
(But now) But now I'm on some shit like, "Yo, smoke this n***a" (Uh-huh)
I'm 'bout to find out how much guts you got before I spill 'em
Somebody come and get this muh'fucker before I kill him (Please)
(Ahh) Fresh out the asylum, I'm wildin'
Y'all n***as know the phone numbers for help, you best to dial 'em (Ayy)
Nine-one-one, emergency, the urgency
Will have witnesses seein' what the surgeon see (Woo)
How far you gon' get, wit' your dome split fool (Come on)
And catch your man slippin' 'cause he think his shit cool (Come on)
But it ain't, so I paint the walls with his blood (Uh, uh, uh)
Another dick in the mud, n***a, what? (Come on)
[Chorus: P Killer Trackz & DMX]
I just love when a n***a bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
(Uh)
I just love when a n***a bring his whole crew
(N***a)
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
(Uh)
I just love when a n***a bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a n***a bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through (Come on)

[Bridge: P. Killer Trackz]
Hey yo, you know who this is for?
They let the dogs in the door (Come on, come on, yeah)
Hey yo, you know who this is for? (Come on)
They let the dogs in the door (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: P Killer Trakz & DMX]
I just love when a n***a bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a n***a bring his whole crew
(Come on)
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a n***a bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a n***a bring his whole crew
{gunshots}
{Remix continues in the next track}
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
{gunshots, body falling sounds}
[Overlapped interlude]
Nicky: ...head open again. Because I'm fuckin' stupid. I don't give a fuck about jail. That's my business. That's what I do. And we know what you do, don't we, Charlie? You fuck people out of money and get away with it
Clark: You can't talk to me like that
Nicky: Hey, you fat Irish prick, You put my fucking money to sleep. You go get my money, or I'll put your fucking brain to sleep
Clark: Sam...
Nicky: Never mind fucking Sam. This is personal. I'll be there in the morning. You can fucking try me, fatso. You fucking try me

[Overlapped outro: DMX]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
{gunshots}