Chorus:
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Oh,  no
That's how Ruff Ryders roll
(repeat)

Verse 1:
Snitches wanna try, snitches wanna lie
Then snitches wonder why, snitches wanna die
All I know is pain
All I feel is rage
I cannot maintain, with madness on my brain
I resort to violence, my killas move in silence
Like you don't know what our style is
New York killas the wildest
My dogz is wit' it
You want it? come and get it
Took it then we split it
Damn right we did it
What the fuck you gonna do
When we run up on you
Messin' wit' the wrong crew
Don't know what we goin' through
I'ma have ta show ya
How easily we blow
When you find out there's some more
That's runnin' with Joe
Nothin' we can't handle
Break it up and dismantle
Light it up like a candle
Just 'cause I can't stand you
Put my shit on tapes, like you bustin' grapes
Think you holdin' wait?
Then you haven't met the Apes

Chorus

Verse 2:
Yo, is ya'll people crazy?
I wish wouldn't be swazi
Stop actin' like a baby
Mind your business lady
Nosy people get it too
When you see me spit at you
You know I'm tryin' ta get rid of you
Yea ,I know it's pitiful
That's how killas get down
Watch why killas spit round
Make ya'll suckas kiss ground
Just for talkin' shit clown
Oh you think it's funny
Then you don't know me money
It's about to get ugly
Whatever, dog, I'm hungry
I guess you know what that mean
Come up off that green
Five niggaz are avian
Don't make it a murder scene
Give a dog a bone, leave a dog alone
Let a dog roam and he'll find his way home
Home of the brave, my home is a cage
And yo I'ma stay til' my home is a grave
I'ma pull paper, it's all about the papers
Chickens talkin' paper then how they wanna rape us

Chorus

Verse 3:
Man, look what you done started
Actually when you got it, had it, should of shot it
Now your dearly departed
Get at me dog, Did I rip shit?
With this one here I flip shit
Niggaz know when I nick shit
It's gonna be some slick shit
What was that look for, when I walked in the door
Oh, you thought you was raw
Boom not anymore
'Cause now you on the floor, wishin' you never saw me walk
Through that door, with that 4 4
Now it's time for bed
Two more to the head, got the floor red
Yea that nigga's dead
Another unsolved mystery, goin' down in history
Niggaz ain't never meant shit to me
Bitch ass niggaz can't get to me
Gots to make the move, got a point to prove
Got a make'em grove, got'em all like ooh
So til that next time, you hear this dog rhyme
Try to keep your mind, on gettin' pussy and crime

Chorus:
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop

(Gun shots)