Who’s Next [X-Clue-Sive] lyrics

[Intro: DMX & DJ Clue]
(Whaaaat!)
When it's on (Uh)
It's on (Uh-huh)
You motherf*ckers done lost your mind!
It's another one of those (Ahh man) (New DMX!)
Another one of them
Clue slash X joints (Whaaaaaat!)
Another one of them (Who's next?)
Off the motherf*cking hook joints (Ahh, you motherf*ckers done lost your mind)
Mundo! Telemundo! (Whaaaaat!)

[Verse 1: DMX]
When I creep through, n*ggas is see through just like negligee (Uhh)
Ain't no talkin' 'cause there ain't much that the dead can say (What!)
Long as I'm walking I be strappin' my dogs (Uhh)
Rackin the hogs (Whoooo-hooo!)
Desert Eagle packin' the morgues (What!)
Metal slabs with yellow tags on toes (Uh)
What happens to those that (Uhh)
Chose to be foes (Uh-huh)
Bet his man know
But yo, we only get stronger (Uh-huh)
And the amount of time we're facin' is only gettin' longer
Get the mayor on the horn! (Clue!)
(What!) It's time for sh*t to go down (Uhh!)
Strapped for the show down (Uhh!)
Wet up yo crib, kick the door down
Know you schemin' so I got's to get you first
Put you right up in a brand new hearse, could be worse (Whoo!)
Shoulda seen what I gave this n*gga
Two vests couldn't save this n*gga (Uhh), way I laid this n*gga
Played this n*gga but that's what I'm good at (Uh-huh)
Layin' n*ggas out in fightin' pits and f*ckin' hoodrats (What!) (Ha ha!)
Where's my f*ckin' hood at? (Whoo!)
Flip on n*ggas like switches (Uhh!)
Rip on n*ggas like b*tches (Uhh!), dig more n*ggas in ditches (Uhh!)
They ain't found half the bodies that a n*gga caught or should I say a n*gga bought
Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a n*gga sport (Aight)
Killed for what a n*gga thought but that's just how sh*t be
I know that one day they gon' try that sh*t wit me
But just as long as I'm on top of sh*t, you ain't stoppin' sh*t
And ain't a motherf*cker droppin' sh*t
[Chorus: DMX]
If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh), (C'mon)
If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uhh)
M to the X
Most y'all n*ggas is straight sex (What?!)
*Gun c*cking*
*shots fired*
*Flatline*
Next! (Ha ha)
If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh)
If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uhh)
M to the X
Most y'all n*ggas is straight sex (What?!) (DJ Clue?)
*Gun c*cking*
*shots fired* (Desert Storm)
*Flatline*
Next!

[Verse 2: DMX]
Plenty of n*ggas know dirty is how I do 'em (Uh-huh)
Put buck shots, from a thirty right through 'em
Cause ain't none of ya'll muh'f*ckers built for war
And I lay down the law (Clueminati!) when I spray down the door
f*ck around on my name will be 95-B-64-11 (What!)
On a three-and-a-half to seven (C'mon)
But even up north I put n*ggas to waste
So if you wanna stop the violence, get the f*ck out my face!
Parole before peeps hit the board off (Uhh)
b*tches is f*ckin' but I sleep with the sawed off (Uhh)
I got sh*t to do, rules to break, crews to break (Uh-huh)
Before the news to break, (Uh-huh) I got dues to take (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
I don't joke cause Jokers is cards and cards are what I pull
Infrared with the clip full (What!), no leash on the pitbull (Ha ha!)
That sh*t is hot like the wax off a candle stick (C'mon)
But how I handle sh*t
Is to dismantle sh*t (C'mon), de-de-de-de-de
Like Popeye when it's Spinach time (Clue!)
Runnin' through n*ggas like the tape at the finish line (Uh)
What your crew, gonna do when I put the pressure on
And it hurts, wannabe gangsters in skirts (Aight)
And the b*tches comin' all up out them n*ggas
One false move and they moms'll read about them n*ggas
And they wives'll be without them n*ggas
Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin' money
Throw your joints up, scrap, b*tch (Ha ha!)
[Chorus: DMX]
If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh)
If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uhh)
M to the X
Most y'all n*ggas is straight sex (What?!)
*Gun c*cking*
*shots fired*
*Flatline*
Next!
If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Uhh)
If it ain't ruff it ain't D (Uhh)
M to the X
Most y'all n*ggas is straight sex (What?!)
*Gun c*cking*
*shots fired*
*Flatline*
Next!

[Outro: DMX & DJ Clue]
(DJ Clue!)
n*ggas won't creep these streets with me
(Desert Storm!)
Cause you know f*ckin' with these streets would be
The Professional
Part 2!
Muh'f*cker! (Ha ha!)
Uh
Uh-huh (Fat shout)
Uh (My n*gga Ray!)
Uh-huh
Uh (DMX)
Uh-huh (My n*gga Dee, Waah!)
P-pop-pop-pop, n*gga!
(The whole Ruff Ryders)
(Word up!)