Ryde or Die Chick
The LOX f/ Eve & Timbaland

Chorus:
Timbaland:
I need a ryde or die chick
Eve:
I like to rock Prada suits and my stash is fat
Timbaland:
I need a ryde or die chick
Eve:
I push a Cadillac truck wit my friends in the back
Timbaland:
I need a ryde or die chick
Eve:
Stay low, drink liquor, like to touch 'til I uhh
Timbaland:
I need a ryde or die chick
Eve:
I rock a iced out chain wit a earring in my tongue
(repeat)

Verse1:
(Jadakiss)
Yeah, what's up ma
What's goin' on
I know you know Kiss
The nigga wit the hot flow and a cold wrist
Can flow always or sit on four K's
Then wait for a drought an' flood 'em wit all tre's
Ryde or die chick, handle a B-I
Give a nigga up north some ass on a V-I
And she blackout when she in the mall
Got the brand new spring Prada shit 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, fighting the dog
Pushing the seat back, gettin' right in the fall
Make her use a face credit card twice in a store
Might make you do it tomorrow you trifflin' whore

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Verse 2:
(Styles)
I need a chick that ryde or die
Pullin' the five
Gettin' high with the Gucci frames over her eyes
Sweet to the tail
Still won't fuck in a Benz
'Cause she bought me a Polo coat and a couple of Timbs
Doobie was rap
Both in the movie with gats
Gave me head 'cause the movie was wack, word
Toasted her crib
Blow in the fridge
She needed to work
I die and that bitch gon' put weed in my hearse
Gamed her to death
Tattooed my name on her neck
You don't wanna see me bangin' the left, hittin' the gas
That chick out the window poppin' heat in yo' ass
You could catch holiday in to Holiday Inn
With a bad chick, swallowin' gin, word
And if it got to do with money count Holiday in
With my ryde or die chick that'll body your man
You don't like me as a artist
She gon' body your fam'

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Verse 3:
(Sheek)
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' them rocks
Know about runnin' from cops and switchin' up spots
How to get rich
Know about thuggin' a bitch
Fuck 'em in the park, gettin' sweet at the Ritz
They like that shit
And I ain't gotta spend no checks
Fuck diamonds, all they really want is rough ass sex
And they name shouted out when I'm up at Flex
I get drunk with bitches that don't get drunk
Don't get high
Have them doing drive-by's
Shit they never did, forgettin' about they kids
Moms babysitting
Ain't seen her in a week
I'm a bad influence to parents that hate Sheek
I need a ryde or die chick that'll take this coke
Out of town, and come back
And breakdown when I'm broke

Chorus