[Intro: Stevie J] [*only on the clean version]
Yeah, I'm rollin' with Roc-A-Fella, man
'Cause they got money, man... hehQ
*Yo... Jay got a question for all y'all, man*
[Break: Jay-Z]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh
Uh-huh... Hova, uh-huh
Yeah, Stevie J, nigga (Ride or die, nigga)
Y'all ready? Yo, yo...
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
How many y'all wanna ride tonight? (Ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight? (Die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Nigga, ride or die, or ride or die
Uh – how many y'all wanna ride tonight? (Ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight? (Die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Nigga, ride or die, or ride or die
Nigga – how many y'all wanna ride tonight? (Ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight? (Die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Ride or die, or ride or die
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Yeah... ayo – fuck y'all
Niggas, I crush y'all, rush y'all
With the fours drawn and I touch y'all,
Plus y'all
Little motherfuckers ain't ready for war
I seen your team in a crisis before
Thought I forgot?!
The same rules apply, don't try to switch up your style
Y'all niggas is pumpkin pie, and that's plain as I
Much better than you, cat, shocked when I got the news that
This nigga ready for war? Well, where that fool at??
I bruise wack rap niggas, severely punish them
Especially those that get fucked for they publishing – hah
Always gotta be the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos, you'll always be number 2
Niggas talking real greasy on them R&B records
Well, I'm Platinum a million times, nigga, check the credits
S. Carter – ghostwriter
And for the right price, I can even make yo' shit tighter
I roast niggas like ya, smoke niggas like ya
Take your little jewels and put the toast to niggas like ya
You know what the fuck we do and why we done it
How I bring it to niggas who, probably want it
Keep playing, you gon' find me in your lobby, blunted
And I don't even smoke, nigga
Ain't no joke – niggas cat-fighting with Jigga, kickin' sneaky shit
Makin' little tapes, but keepin' it secret
'Cause I kick that deep shit
That divide-your-peeps shit
That "I don't know if you fuckin' with Jigga spittin' that weak shit, dog..."
[Chorus: Jay-Z, (Stevie J)]
How many y'all wanna ride tonight? (Ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight? (Die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Nigga, ride or die, or ride or die
How many y'all wanna ride tonight? (Ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight? (Die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Ride or die, or ride or die
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah... niggas don't want it with Jig
'Cause somethin's got to give
I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live
Jigga's the Don
Bitches scream, "Jigga, damn, your dick is the bomb
'Bout as thick as a arm"
Mr. Exxon, gas 'em with the wit and the charm
Bitch, I'm trying to tell you, like Nicholas Barnes
I'm a big cat
Listen, mami – can you dig that?
Cars, jewelry, homes – I did that
O's, shoot-outs, ki's – I live that
Actresses, models, chickenheads – hit that
I get stacks, and, still, I kick back
And run up on niggas with the Mid-d'ac – where the shit at?
[Chorus: Jay-Z, (Stevie J)]
How many y'all wanna ride tonight? (Ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight? (Die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Ride or die, or ride or die
How many y'all wanna ride tonight? (Ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight? (Die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Nigga, ride or die, or ride or die
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Time to separate the platinum from the white gold, right from the door
The real from the fake, ready rock from the raw
The boss from the runners
Cats who ride dick, from the cats with the numbers
The five from the six
I got 'cop and crash' money, 'pop the dash' money
'Press the button, all of the sudden, Glock in the stash' money
Beef with Jigga – watch yo' ass, money
It's 'El Presidente, top brass' money
Now, I don't flash the steel, I blast for real
My motto – 'You only good as the last nigga you killed'
I'm here to snatch these mil's, nigga, that's for real
If you rolling with me, grab the wheel – let's ride, huh?
[Chorus: Jay-Z, (Stevie J)]
How many y'all wanna ride tonight? (Ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight? (Die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Nigga, ride or die, or ride or die
How many y'all wanna ride tonight? (Ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight? (Die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Ride or die, or ride or die
How many y'all wanna ride tonight? (Ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight? (Die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight?
Nigga, ride or die, or ride or die
