[1st Verse]
    This ring
  Got me a top notch
  Straight hot fox
  We sought rocks
  And the Ewok Slot
  Was caught
  Got dropped two
  Playing hopscotch
  On the block
  Ought not twat plot
  Yo for hops knot
  I brought dots
  This ring
  Help me remain sane
  No dame games
  Came from bane
  To a changed man
  No cane thang
  Refrain from gang bang
  Slang a praying brain
  Reigns family fame
  Then came pain
  Say hello to TechN9NE
  Everybody
  Wanna be down with a nigga
  Women get a whiff of the money
  Thinking of taking it from me
  They get up in the club
  Giving the love
  Throwing the pussy
  Full of liquor and bud
  Booty hopping around up in the MO
  Get to looking around
  Every ho wanna lick a nigga low
  Infatuated
  With niggas with dough
  Get em in the sack
  And try to make 'em let it go
  Tech N9NE
  Be autographing bitches
  In front of rapping niggas
  Who think of having figures
  They get to grabbing triggas
  They can't imagine villains
  When they come back and get us
  We get to whacking niggas
  I ain't never
  Wanted no parts of this
  I don't never want to break
  Another heart for this
  Why the devil
  Gotta make it
  Why the Lord
  Wanna make something that'll kill
  Something so marvelous
    [Hook]
    This ring
  Brings demeaning demons
  In G-strings
  Songs we sing
  Make 'em fiend semen
  And green things
  Clinging
  Dreaming
  Thinking of being
  Mrs. Thing
  With this ring
  But if I wasn't Tech N9NE
  Bitches wouldn't even wanna be
  With Tech N9NE
  If I did no music
  Then would you
  Respect mine
  This wedding band
  And music
  Draws a line between life
  And Tech N9Ne
    [2nd Verse]
    This ring
  Was supposed to protect a nigga
  Best for niggas
  Who couldn't stop having sex
  With bitches
  Bless the Mrs.
  Who stress to kiss us
  Even though we spend our
  Checks with strippers
  Obsessed with clitorises
  This ring
  Made a nigga feel macho
  Cry for
  Lie for
  Die for
  My ho
  Nigga I go face Diablo
  With a hostile gospel
  If I can't have tres or cuatro
  Little vatos
  Imma let a lot flow
  What they sell
  Up in Osco
  Up a nostril
  That sound like
  Tech N9NE
  Nigga where the weed
  Where the mutha fuckin'
  Blow
  And the hoes
  Next to me
  Is ecstacy
  Asking me if I wanna roll
  Bitches never gave a fuck
  About a fling
  Makes it exciting
  When a married nigga
  Wanna fuck around
  And bitch know he's down
  For the fling
  I've been tested
  And a lot of times
  Been invested
  Didn't know this Tech shit
  Would constantly get a nigga
  Molested
  Been approached
  By some of the best tricks
  In the game
  And they came strong
  But I hanged on
  To this ring
  And I hope my son
  Don't sing the same song
    [Hook]
    This ring
  Brings demeaning demons
  In G-strings
  Songs we sing
  Make 'em fiend semen
  And green things
  Clinging
  Dreaming
  Thinking of being
  Mrs. Thing
  With this ring
  But if I wasn't Tech N9NE
  Bitches wouldn't even wanna be
  With Tech N9NE
  If I did no music
  Then would you
  Respect mine
  This wedding band
  And music
  Draws a line between life
  And Tech N9NE
    [3rd Verse]
    Quincy J. told me
  Superstars are good providers
  But
  Two times out of ten
  When we're on tour
  Family's not beside us
  What
  Can a nigga do
  When he makes ends
  Add more to the time they spend
  While he make ends
  Everything else breaking
  And the bond at the house
  May end
  And your wifey steady yelling
  'bout quality time
  And you think
  With all the fame and fortune
  Shit ought to be fine
  But what happens
  When the divorce papers
  Just gotta be signed
  And you lose half
  And your children
  Cause you gotta be N9NE
  I wanna relax with them
  And spend time
  To the maximum
  But if silence is golden
  Then me making noise
  Is Platinum
  I gotta be Tech
  And Daddy
  And Hubby
  But music
  Women mixed with family's ugly
  I know and you know
  That hell will be
  Hot for a nigga's infidelity
  But until then
  God forgive me
  For any promises that I broke
  Family
  Can I be
  Forgiven
  For all the liquor and weed
  That I smoke
  When I succeed will I cope
  Will I still breathe
  Without both
  This ring
  Tech N9NE
  I don't know
  But when I go
  I'm leaving out dope
    [Hook]
    This ring
  Brings demeaning demons
  In G-strings
  Songs we sing
  Make 'em fiend semen
  And green things
  Clinging
  Dreaming
  Thinking of being
  Mrs. thing
  With this ring
  But if I wasn't Tech N9NE
  Bitches wouldn't even wanna be
  With Tech N9NE
  If I did no music
  Then would you
  Respect mine
  This wedding band
  And music
  Draws a line between life
  And Tech N9NE