[Intro: Bullet]
Bitch, you know who the fuck run it!
We run it!
We always have and always will, motherfucker!
What?

[Chorus: Foe Foe]
Who play them bitches like a ball game? (Rydas do!)
Who play them bitches like they all the same? (Rydas do!)
Who play them bitches like some old lames? (Rydas do!)
Who ride them bitches like the Soul Train? (Psychopathic Rydas do!)
Who play them bitches like a ball game? (Rydas do!)
Who play them bitches like they all the same? (Rydas do!)
Who play them bitches like some old lames? (Rydas do!)
Who ride them bitches like the Soul Train? (Psychopathic Rydas do!)

[Verse 1: Lil' Shank]
I play the chickenheads, the way the chicken heads should be playin'
Got no time to listen to the squawkin' that they be sayin'
You can eat this dick up 'til these balls break the chin up
I really have no preference whether you swallow or spit up
You's a trick bitch, I got no love for a trick, bitch
Only good for suckin' and massagin' on this dick, bitch
Got no love for bitches, never did and never will
Catch me fuckin' chunky-ass bitches with them high heels
[Verse 2: Bullet]
Them bitches don't know about this Detroit mafia
Hoods and black trucks, khakis and black chucks
I put a bullet hole dead in your cheek
They'll find the back of your head is scattered all up in the street (Blaugh!)
Two reasons: Number one, you's a trick
Number two: You ask a lot about my personal shit (Uh-uh)
So tell me, is you a mark? I ain't takin' no chance
I'd rather blow your head off and have you shittin' in your pants

[Chorus: Foe Foe & Bullet]
Who play them bitches like a ball game? (Rydas do!)
Who play them bitches like they all the same? (Rydas do!)
Who play them bitches like some old lames? (Rydas do!)
Who ride them bitches like the Soul Train? (Psychopathic Rydas do!, yeah!)
Who play them bitches like a ball game? (Rydas do!)
Who play them bitches like they all the same? (Rydas do!)
Who play them bitches like some old lames? (Rydas do!)
Who ride them bitches like the Soul Train? (Psychopathic Rydas do!)

[Verse 3: Foe Foe]
It ain't a bitch in this world that I give a fuck about, know that
Right off the bat, I grab your girl and tell her "Blow that"
Rydas that keep it true, we just wanna bust a nut
On your titties, on your face, or on that fat ass dub, what?
Bitches talkin' like that shit's the shit
They wanna ride with us, but don't wanna ride this dick, shit
Foe Foe, keep it real as I can
And if you with me, don't forget me, and just give up the ass, bitch!
[Verse 4: Cell Block & Bullet]
Now who wanna fuck with a n***a that be major?
Always on the block, get with hoes through my pager
Pimpin' on the regular, steady slangin' rocks (What?)
Bitch, I'm a Ryda and I keep the gun cocked (Yeah!)
For any janky bitch that wanna see me (Bitch!)
The Rydas' real n***as, we one with the street (What?)
Where them bitches? (Ugh!) There them bitches! (Ugh!)
Eat up on a dick, 'cuz you can't get with us! (Ay-yay!)

[Chorus: Foe Foe & Bullet]
Who play them bitches like a ball game? (Rydas do, always!)
Who play them bitches like they all the same? (Rydas do, always!)
Who play them bitches like some old lames? (Rydas do!)
Who ride them bitches like the Soul Train? (Psychopathic Rydas do!)
Who play them bitches like a ball game? (Rydas do!)
Who play them bitches like they all the same? (Rydas do!)
Who play them bitches like some old lames? (Rydas do, worldwide!)
Who ride them bitches like the Soul Train? (Psychopathic Rydas do!)

[Verse 5: Bullet]
You could have a centipede hangin' out your pussy
I'ma still hit it raw like gushy, smooshy
Bitches better recognize a Ryda, bow down and suck
I'll draggin' by your foot and hangin' out my truck, bumpy
See me on the corner, swiggin' on some drink
If I show up at your door, I expect to hit some pink (Bitch!)
Gang affiliation, meanin' everybody's next to hit it
Seventeen Rydas hit the pussy, baby bitch, admit it!