Ryde Or Die, b*tch lyrics

by

Swizz Beatz


[Intro: Jadakiss & (Timbaland)]
I'm feelin' this hook right here
Good lookin' out Timbaland, y'know?!
(Uh-huh, what?)
(Uh-huh, what?)

[Chorus: Timbaland & Eve]
I need a ryde or die b*tch!
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die b*tch! (No doubt)
I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back
I need a ryde or die b*tch! (Me too!)
Smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to f*ck 'til I c*m
I need a ryde or die b*tch!
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue
I need a ryde or die b*tch! (Come on!)
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die b*tch! (That's right!)
I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back
I need a ryde or die b*tch! (So what?! I'll walk!)
Smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to f*ck 'til I c*m
I need a ryde or die b*tch! (Ha!)
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Yo, yo, yo!
Yeah, what's up, ma? What's goin' on? I know you know 'Kiss
The n*gga with the hot flow and the cold wrist
Can flow always, and sit on 4 K's
Then wait for a drought and flood 'em with all treys
Ryde or die chick, handle a B.I
Give a n*gga up north some ass on a V.I
And she blackout when she in the mall
Got the brand new spring Prada sh*t in the fall
Don't matter what size panties, fittin' or small
And she don't got no problem hittin' us all
And she said she got a man, but he in the Feds
And she miss him so much that she pee in the bed
So you know I had to lighten her raw, fightin' the dog
Pushin' the seat back, gettin' right in the 4
Make her use a fake credit card twice in the store
Might make you do it tomorrow, you triflin' whore, uh!
[Chorus: Timbaland & Eve]
I need a ryde or die b*tch! (Come on!)
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die b*tch!
I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back
I need a ryde or die b*tch! (Come on!)
Smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to f*ck 'til I c*m
I need a ryde or die b*tch!
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

[Verse 2: Styles P]
I need a chick that ryde or die, pullin' the 5
Gettin' high with the Gucci frames over her eyes
Suite to the 'tel, still won't f*ck in the Benz
'Cause she bought me a Polo coat, and a couple of Timbs
Doobie was wrapped, both in the movie with gats
Gave me head 'cause the movie was wack, word!
Toast in her crib, blow in the fridge, she needed the work
I died and that b*tch gon' put weed in my hearse
Game to the death, tattooed my name on her neck
You don't wanna see me bangin' the left, hittin' the gas
That b*tch out the window poppin' heat in yo' ass
You could catch Holiday in the Holiday Inn
With a bad b*tch swallowin' gin, word!
And if it got to do with money, count Holiday in
With my ryde or die b*tch that'll body your man
You don't like me as a artist? She gon' body a fan!
[Chorus: Timbaland & Eve]
I need a ryde or die b*tch! (Come on!)
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die b*tch!
I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back
I need a ryde or die b*tch! (Come on!)
Smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to f*ck 'til I c*m
I need a ryde or die b*tch!
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]
Uh, uh, yo, yo
When you see Sheek, don't look at me as Sheek from The L.O.X
Look at me as that cat that know how to box
Know about Glocks, know about slingin' 'em rocks
Know about runnin' from cops and switchin' up spots
How to get rich, know about thuggin' a b*tch
f*ck 'em in the park, f*ck her sweet at the Ritz
They like that sh*t, and I ain't gotta spend no checks
f*ck diamonds! All they really want is rough ass sex
And they name shouted out when I'm up at Flex
I get drunk with b*tches that don't get drunk, don't get high
Have 'em doin' drive-by's
sh*t they never did, forgettin' about they kids
Moms babysittin', ain't seen her in a week
I'm a bad influence, the parents — they hate Sheek
I need a ryde or die b*tch that'll take this coke
Outta town, and come back and breakdown when I'm broke, what!
[Chorus: Timbaland & Eve]
I need a ryde or die b*tch! (Come on!)
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die b*tch!
I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back
I need a ryde or die b*tch! (Come on!)
Smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to f*ck 'til I c*m
I need a ryde or die b*tch!
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue
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