[Intro: DMX]
Ugh, check it out, y'all
Haha! Check it out, y'all
On that motherfucking West Coast shit
'Cause I'm on the best coast, bitch
And n***as know how it's going dizzy
We on some East shit
That beast shit, yah'mean?

[Verse 1: DMX]
One in the back left ya faggot ass face down
Lucky that you breathing but you dead from the waist down
Fuck is on your mind? Talking that shit that you be talking
And I bet you wish you never got hit 'cause you'd be walking
But shit happens and fuck it, you done did your dirt
N***as is wondering, how the fuck you hid your skirt?
Right under they eyes, imagine surprise to the guys
That one of they mans was a bitch in disguise
I'm fucking with cats that order more hits and slaughter more kids
Let me holla at you yo the Baltimore shit
Nah mean? I'm just robbin to eat
And there's at least a thousand of me like me mobbin' the street
When we starvin' we eat whatever's there
Come on, you know the code in the streets, whatever's fair
Bloodstains and chalk, means your man couldn't walk
After the talk, about him not bein' on 1130B to New York
And transforming ass n***as will get it quick
And yo, for real, that n***a 2Pac can suck my dick
And it's gon' take all them n***as in the West Coast to barely move me 'cause when I blow shit up ,I have n***as fallin' like white bitches in a scary movie
Ahhh! You know I don't know how to act
I get too close to n***as, it's like:
"Protected by Viper, stand back"
What's this? I thought you n***as was killers, demented
Fuck y'all want me to do wit this coward? "Finish him!" It's ended
[Outro]
East heard the west is, craving for a nightmare
Aight!
Craving for a nightmare