What's My Name
DMX

Verse 1:
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
What's my name?
DMX, and I be the best
You see the rest
They lookin' like they need a rest
One more time
I'm a spit at you some hits that's gon' get at you
And be messin' wit yo mind
Stop talkin' quick
'Cause you out there runnin' your mouth
And really don't know who you dealin' wit
Here we go again
How many times do I have to tell you rap cats I have no friends?
You still actin' up
Runnin' around here like some brand new chickens that's about to get plucked
The game don't stop
I'm still gettin' down for whatever, whenever
That's why this joint is hot
Can't keep it real
Now some of us do, but most of us don't
That's just how a brotha feel
I shed blood
For my people that'll keep you lookin 'see-through
Whenever you try to creep through

Chorus:
D-M-X
'Cause if you want it, we got
Come and get it
Playa we wit it
All you gotta do is say it, baby
Ryde of die
What ya'll really want?
Uh, uh
What ya'll really want?
(repeat)

Verse 2:
You still playin' games
You gon' think it's a joke until they no longer remember yo name
That's how we do 'em
Make cowards disappear into thin air by puttin' shit through 'em
Never comin' back
Last time you saw that kid is the last time you'll see that kid
Aight
No more deaths
'Cause in a minute you gonna have grandma bein' the only family member left
But my gun
If I gots to kill a sucka
But I'm always down for the one-on-one
Dog for life
We gon' get to the bottom of this here if it takes all night
Stop, drop, uh
Open up shop (what)
Fake up-north niggas screamin' for the cops
Ryde or die
Now what that means is that I tell money, "Bye-Bye"
And pop him in his right eye

Chorus

Verse 3:
Look at all these off brand niggas
Runnin' 'round yappin' 'bout they be holdin' figgas as big a Jigga's
That's that bullshit
Hope they know that around me talkin' about what you got will get you hit
I'm not a nice person
I mean, I'd smack the blood out you twice dog
And that's before I start cursin'
I stay flippin'
One minute I'm cool, the next minute I'm up on you money, rippin'
That's my style
I'm a cruddy dog
Leave you all bloody dog
Service with a smile
Suck my dick
And while yo cats that's been to jail before know it's about to get thick
Let's get it on, baby
You gon' be goin' again't for people in one
And you think you crazy?
I've lost my mind
And I'm about to make you lose yours, too
From far away, one time

Chorus