[Jermaine Dupri]
  uh-huh, yea-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (tell 'em who we is)
  yeah, yeah, yeah
  They call me, when thay wanna get they dough up
  Call me, when they wanna see shit blow up
  Freessshhh
  from the floor up
  And ya know what? I'm sick wit it the shit don't slow up
  I'ma see it, want it, drop it, cop cat
  Get it, stay on it, don't stop cat
  In the big chair wit the big hat screamin' "Y'all wanna floss wit us?"
  Where the fuck you at? From the south side, ruff ryde
  No one will
  Fuckin wit us, is a done deal
  And y'all gotta hate huh?
  'Cuz it's to much weight for one
  And y'all ain't havin' no fun
  Got a whole beat team tryin' to do what I do
  Whole street team tryin' do what I do
  Like what? Double countin' me out?
  Forget it, i'm the best that ever done it, need to check and reck
    [Chorus: JD and Cross together]
  (uh, uh, uh, uh)
  Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
  All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
  So So Def make it hot to death
  You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' us
  Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
  All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
  So So Def make it hot to death
  You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' us
    [Cross]
  Now, money ain't never been a thing ta me
  I'm down 8th with the brand new cinammon 3
  OT, I got cake with a C and a D
  On the wrist is a ice band capitol B, small V
  I'm fuckin' with the Don Chi Chi
  I'm a P-I-M-P, you can't tempt me (uh)
  Check the ice and the clarity, it's cake like the lottery
  Playa don't lie ta me, your stash couldn't cover me
  What a playa wannabe, neck light in risavie
  Hoes, I keep those by the, dime or dozen
  I like short-a-y, but i wouldn't, mind her cousin
  It's a cost, take the buck and all of them, quit fuckin
  UHH!!!
    [Chorus: JD and Cross together]
  (uh, uh, uh, uh)
  Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
  All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
  So So Def make it hot to death
  You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' us
  Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
  All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
  So So Def make it hot to death
  You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' us
    [Ma$e]
  C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
  We be the best harlem niggaz 80's to lately
  Think of Po Wop, Mickey Bonz and A-Z
  Fresh Ritz Zit, Kevin Giles and DB
  And at the end of all tha shit niggaz still say me
  I'm the best that ever did it, got a way wit it
  Put grannie on the stand, she'll never say who did it
  I'm from where, even the gangsta's live to,
  Make a mil. on the stoop, every summer switch boots
  Cats change they name, to Phil like a giant
  I treat rap like packs, role dills on consignment
  This is for cats hummin' crack, bitchin' and parkin'
  All the grimie niggaz who got generous hearts
  Got a brother doin' life, to see him is hard
  Fuckin' wit mase, is like a nigga swimmin' wit sharks
  My niggaz chase cake, play some infa-reds
  Some niggaz in the state, some is in the feds
  Spit shit at niggaz that might erase they head
  And role miserable niggaz who can't wait to be dead
  All Out, Ruff Ryde mothafucka, All Out
  Wanna flow BEYATCH?!
    [Chorus: JD and Cross together]
  (uh, uh, uh, uh)
  Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
  All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
  So So Def make it hot to death
  You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' us
  Ruff Ryders, be on tours for this
  All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out
  So So Def make it hot to death
  You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' us
    [Cross]
  Uh, yeah
  Swizz Beatz
  We them niggaz in the streets
  All Out, JD
  Who you with?
  Double R mothafucka, uh
  uh-huh, yeah, yeah
  [Cross]