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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DMX
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kasseem Dean
Songwriter
Earl Simmons
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
Darrin Dean
Executive Producer
Irv Gotti
Executive Producer
Joaquin Dean
Executive Producer
Justice Johnson
Recording Engineer
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Somethin' new
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll
[Verse 1]
**** wanna try, **** wanna lie
Then **** wonder why **** wanna die
All I know is pain, all I feel is rain
How can I maintain with mad shit on my brain?
I resort to violence, my **** move in silence
Like you don't know what our style is, New York **** the wildest
My **** is with it, you want it? Come and get it
Took it, then we split it, you fucking right we did it
What the fuck you gon' do when we run up on you?
Fucking with the wrong crew, don't know what we going through
I'ma have to show **** how easily we blow ****
Lemme find out there's some more **** that's runnin' with yo' ****
Nothing 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 holding weight? Then you haven't met the apes
[Chorus]
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll
[Verse 2]
Is y'all **** crazy? I bust you and be Swayze
Stop acting like a baby, mind your business, lady
Nosey people get it, too, when you see me spit at you
You know I'm trying to get rid of you
Yeah, I know, it's pitiful
That's how **** get down, watch my **** spit rounds
Make y'all **** kiss ground, just for talking shit, clown
Oh, you think it's funny? Then you don't know me, money
It's about to get ugly, fuck it, dog, I'm hungry
I guess you know what that means, come up off that green
Rob **** on Ravine, 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 cave
And yo, I'm a slave till my home is the grave
I'ma pull capers, it's all about the papers
Bitches caught the vapors and now they wanna rape us
[Chorus]
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Oh no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll
[Verse 3]
Look what you done started
Asked for it and you got it
Had it, should have shot it
Now you're dearly departed
Get at me, dog, did I rip shit?
With this one here, I flip shit
**** know when I kick shit
It's gon' 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, wishing you never saw
Me walk through that door, with that four-four
Now it's time for bed, two more to the head
Got the floor red, yeah, that ****'s dead
Another unsolved mystery, it's going down in history
**** ain't never did shit to me, bitch-ass **** can't get to me
Gots to make a move, got a point to prove
Gotta make them groove, got 'em all like, "Ooh"
So until that next time you hear this **** rhyme
Try to keep your mind on getting pussy and crime
[Outro]
Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop
Written by: Earl Simmons, Kasseem Dean