Who’s Next [X-Clue-Sive]

Lyrics

[Intro: DMX & DJ Clue] (Whaaaat!) When it's on (Uh) It's on (Uh-huh) You motherfuckers done lost your mind! It's another one of those (Ahh man) (New DMX!) Another one of them Clue slash X joints (Whaaaaaat!) Another one of them (Who's next?) Off the motherfucking hook joints (Ahh, you motherfuckers done lost your mind) Mundo! Telemundo! (Whaaaaat!) [Verse 1: DMX] When I creep through, niggas is see through just like negligee (Uhh) Ain't no talkin' 'cause there ain't much that the dead can say (What!) Long as I'm walking I be strappin' my dogs (Uhh) Rackin the hogs (Whoooo-hooo!) Desert Eagle packin' the morgues (What!) Metal slabs with yellow tags on toes (Uh) What happens to those that (Uhh) Chose to be foes (Uh-huh) Bet his man know But yo, we only get stronger (Uh-huh) And the amount of time we're facin' is only gettin' longer Get the mayor on the horn! (Clue!) (What!) It's time for shit to go down (Uhh!) Strapped for the show down (Uhh!) Wet up yo crib, kick the door down Know you schemin' so I got's to get you first Put you right up in a brand new hearse, could be worse (Whoo!) Shoulda seen what I gave this nigga Two vests couldn't save this nigga (Uhh), way I laid this nigga Played this nigga but that's what I'm good at (Uh-huh) Layin' niggas out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats (What!) (Ha ha!) Where's my fuckin' hood at? (Whoo!) Flip on niggas like switches (Uhh!) Rip on niggas like bitches (Uhh!), dig more niggas in ditches (Uhh!) They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga caught or should I say a nigga bought Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport (Aight) Killed for what a nigga thought but that's just how shit be I know that one day they gon' try that shit wit me But just as long as I'm on top of shit, you ain't stoppin' shit And ain't a motherfucker droppin' shit [Chorus: DMX] If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh), (C'mon) If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uhh) M to the X Most y'all niggas is straight sex (What?!) *Gun cocking* *shots fired* *Flatline* Next! (Ha ha) If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh) If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uhh) M to the X Most y'all niggas is straight sex (What?!) (DJ Clue?) *Gun cocking* *shots fired* (Desert Storm) *Flatline* Next! [Verse 2: DMX] Plenty of niggas know dirty is how I do 'em (Uh-huh) Put buck shots, from a thirty right through 'em Cause ain't none of ya'll muh'fuckers built for war And I lay down the law (Clueminati!) when I spray down the door Fuck around on my name will be 95-B-64-11 (What!) On a three-and-a-half to seven (C'mon) But even up north I put niggas to waste So if you wanna stop the violence, get the fuck out my face! Parole before peeps hit the board off (Uhh) Bitches is fuckin' but I sleep with the sawed off (Uhh) I got shit to do, rules to break, crews to break (Uh-huh) Before the news to break, (Uh-huh) I got dues to take (Uh-huh, uh-huh) I don't joke cause Jokers is cards and cards are what I pull Infrared with the clip full (What!), no leash on the pitbull (Ha ha!) That shit is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon) But how I handle shit Is to dismantle shit (C'mon), de-de-de-de-de Like Popeye when it's Spinach time (Clue!) Runnin' through niggas like the tape at the finish line (Uh) What your crew, gonna do when I put the pressure on And it hurts, wannabe gangsters in skirts (Aight) And the bitches comin' all up out them niggas One false move and they moms'll read about them niggas And they wives'll be without them niggas Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin' money Throw your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!) [Chorus: DMX] If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh) If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uhh) M to the X Most y'all niggas is straight sex (What?!) *Gun cocking* *shots fired* *Flatline* Next! If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh) If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uhh) M to the X Most y'all niggas is straight sex (What?!) *Gun cocking* *shots fired* *Flatline* Next! [Outro: DMX & DJ Clue] (DJ Clue!) Niggas won't creep these streets with me (Desert Storm!) Cause you know fuckin' with these streets would be The Professional Part 2! Muh'fucker! (Ha ha!) Uh Uh-huh (Fat shout) Uh (My nigga Ray!) Uh-huh Uh (DMX) Uh-huh (My nigga Dee, Waah!) P-pop-pop-pop, nigga! (The whole Ruff Ryders) (Word up!)