Hey Mimi
  Word? [dogs barking]
  Get em boy.. get em boy!
  Get em boy! Get em boy! Boyyyyyyy!
  ("There's nothin you can do...") [repeats in background]
  [Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X)]
    X is comin' for ya, can't do nothin for ya
  Cause X is comin' for ya
  Run, hide, duck, duck
  We don't give a fuck, fuck
    [DMX]
  Look in the mirror (uh) say my name five times
  Turn out the lights (WHAT?) then I done crooked nine lives
  Don't get scared now nigga, finish it cause you started it
  Watch shit grow out of control, now you want no part of it (c'mon)
  Nigga, where yo' heart at? Tell me what you made of
  Already lost a stripe cause I know what you afraid of
  We both know you pussy, but I ain't gonna say nuttin
  Just hit a nigga off, and you can stay frontin (uhh)
  I gotcha back for now, till I cased the joint (what?)
  Plus, give the Feds a real good place to point (what?)
  and laced the joint, I ain't gonna front I had my hands full
  Glad to be alive, but you like, that's that bull (grrrrr)
  But now you know, what you get, when you fuckin wit
  cause you shoulda left alone, now you stuck in shit
  Stuck in shit, til that headpiece gets BLAZED
  Screamin this, ahh, cease to the grave
  Its over, at least for you it is
  It don't think the coroner, to see how true it is
  I knew these kid, but did that stop me from gettin em, screamin
  IT WAS ALL FOR THE MONEY, while I'm hittin and splittin him down
  from his nose to his nuts (what?)
  Fire department comin, put the hose to his guts (what?)
  Washed away, just like dirt when it rains (uh)
  And now because of you, I hurt when it rains (grrrrr)
    [Chorus]
    [DMX]
  My real name is Damien and my girl's name is Carrie
  That Poltergeist bitch is hot, but too young to marry
  That nigga Satan be fakin mad jacks so I taxed his ass
  Every chance I get, is just another hit (uh, uh, uh, what?)
  Another nigga split; there go white meat - another nigga
  takin up room in the mall under a white sheet (c'mon)
  That's what you get for wanna to take it there (uhh)
  But with this Desert Eagle in your mouth
  you cryin bout let's make it fair (uhh)
  Sometimes it takes pain to make the brain a little smarter (uh-huh)
  When I think the rain will stop, it only starts to rain harder (uh-huh)
  Part of the game is niggaz wanna become fam-ous
  and doin the same shit I do, remain nameless (uh, uh, uh, uh)
  I want house money, Jag money (what?) so I gots ta bag money
  I ain't laughin, but yo it's mad funny (c'mon)
  I used to talk about that shit you got
  but you ain't never got that shit when that shit get hot!
  Runnin up in the spot with, two niggaz from Israel
  Cause it is-real, you did squeal, now how you think yo' kids feel?
  knowin you died a snitch, I look in yo' and see a bitch
  Wasn't surprised to see a switch (c'mon)
  Let's make it quick, I got a flight at 6 goin to Pakistan
  So let this nigga know, I know he pussy, I'ma smack his man (uhh)
  Fuckin Willie niggas and silly niggaz
  I'd rather be eatin of a plate
  with all them Baltimore and Philly niggaz (WHAT?)
  Cause I done took about as much I can stand
  A nigga smilin in my face like they my motherfuckin man
  Aiyyo, it gets a lot worse, cause there's a curse (WHAT?)
  that says, the reward for bein real, is the hearse
  before you turn thirty, cause the dirty shit you did (uhh)
  catches up and get you right when you thought you slid
  It's gettin dark, and with the cold to the heart
  You realize, you ain't gonna see your shorty
  old enough to walk, for real
    [Chorus]