Ruled Out by DMX Lyrics
[Intro]
What? Yeah. You done fucked up this time, baby
[Verse 1]
DMX, sliding my son to the left
And you cats ain't ready for what's next (What?)
A lot of brothers out there, they sound like X
But don't look like X and don't get down like X
It's going down
'Cause the word around town is lil' man straight act like a clown
But that's my boy
And just seeing him be born and then blow up will give a nigga joy
See, I'm the type of father that'll give a kid a toy
Then put my foot up his ass 'cause he's a little boy
'Cause that's how you gots to do 'em
First you talk to 'em, give your heart to 'em
Then give a bark to 'em
Still don't listen? Then give a spark to 'еm
Come up missin', had to give the dark to him
Feel my pain
It's gon' hurt mе more than it's gon' hurt you to stop the rain
C'mon
[Chorus]
Bust Money in his head
And lay the fool out
Bust Money, leave him dead
He shouldn't have pulled out
What the fuck Money said?
Make him shut his fool mouth
I get the tools out
Y'all niggas is ruled out
Bust Money in his head
And lay the fool out
Bust Money, leave him dead
He shouldn't have pulled out
What the fuck Money said?
Make him shut his fool mouth
I get the tools out
Y'all niggas is ruled out
[Verse 2]
No the fuck he didn't
Start over here, took it over there, man you gots to be kiddin'
But that's the type of bullshit that cats be on
And cats stay on, 'til one day cats is gone
Rats stay on cats like glue to come through
On some happy shit, the rat flip and split your crew
On some "Get at Me" shit, I'll back flip and hit you too
"X is my man!" Fuck that, bitch, you knew, nigga
Don't walk the same
It's motherfuckers like you that cheat the fans and short the game
It's your fault some niggas think New York is lame
Ain't been caught doing nothing but walking strange
Nigga, back to the streets
Stalk and aim, you know how I'm gettin' down, what's my name?
It's 'bout to be a wrap for all you dick riding niggas
And what, pussy? Yeah, it's like that
[Chorus]
Bust Money in his head
And lay the fool out
Bust Money, leave him dead
He shouldn't have pulled out
What the fuck Money said?
Make him shut his fool mouth
I get the tools out
Y'all niggas is ruled out
Bust Money in his head
And lay the fool out
Bust Money, leave him dead
He shouldn't have pulled out
What the fuck Money said?
Make him shut his fool mouth
I get the tools out
Y'all niggas is ruled out
[Outro]
How many times I gots to tell you (if you didn't know, you know now)
This shit is mine and it's not a fucking game
Man, listen
What the fuck man?
Y'all niggas can't be fucking serious
Just 'cause you sound like me
Don't mean that you get down like me, faggot
What? Yeah. You done fucked up this time, baby
[Verse 1]
DMX, sliding my son to the left
And you cats ain't ready for what's next (What?)
A lot of brothers out there, they sound like X
But don't look like X and don't get down like X
It's going down
'Cause the word around town is lil' man straight act like a clown
But that's my boy
And just seeing him be born and then blow up will give a nigga joy
See, I'm the type of father that'll give a kid a toy
Then put my foot up his ass 'cause he's a little boy
'Cause that's how you gots to do 'em
First you talk to 'em, give your heart to 'em
Then give a bark to 'em
Still don't listen? Then give a spark to 'еm
Come up missin', had to give the dark to him
Feel my pain
It's gon' hurt mе more than it's gon' hurt you to stop the rain
C'mon
[Chorus]
Bust Money in his head
And lay the fool out
Bust Money, leave him dead
He shouldn't have pulled out
What the fuck Money said?
Make him shut his fool mouth
I get the tools out
Y'all niggas is ruled out
Bust Money in his head
And lay the fool out
Bust Money, leave him dead
He shouldn't have pulled out
What the fuck Money said?
Make him shut his fool mouth
I get the tools out
Y'all niggas is ruled out
[Verse 2]
No the fuck he didn't
Start over here, took it over there, man you gots to be kiddin'
But that's the type of bullshit that cats be on
And cats stay on, 'til one day cats is gone
Rats stay on cats like glue to come through
On some happy shit, the rat flip and split your crew
On some "Get at Me" shit, I'll back flip and hit you too
"X is my man!" Fuck that, bitch, you knew, nigga
Don't walk the same
It's motherfuckers like you that cheat the fans and short the game
It's your fault some niggas think New York is lame
Ain't been caught doing nothing but walking strange
Nigga, back to the streets
Stalk and aim, you know how I'm gettin' down, what's my name?
It's 'bout to be a wrap for all you dick riding niggas
And what, pussy? Yeah, it's like that
[Chorus]
Bust Money in his head
And lay the fool out
Bust Money, leave him dead
He shouldn't have pulled out
What the fuck Money said?
Make him shut his fool mouth
I get the tools out
Y'all niggas is ruled out
Bust Money in his head
And lay the fool out
Bust Money, leave him dead
He shouldn't have pulled out
What the fuck Money said?
Make him shut his fool mouth
I get the tools out
Y'all niggas is ruled out
[Outro]
How many times I gots to tell you (if you didn't know, you know now)
This shit is mine and it's not a fucking game
Man, listen
What the fuck man?
Y'all niggas can't be fucking serious
Just 'cause you sound like me
Don't mean that you get down like me, faggot