Yeah, death is painless, just one fucking shot
You’re another dead sucka in a fucking vacant lot
But I’m ahead of myself, they call me R.D.
Fucking more gangsta than the art of gra-fi-ti
A true Outlaw, so know where you stand
Either ban or be banned, this shit wasn’t planned
Keep your dough in hand, damn ride out manned
Or have your fucking body lined by a single white band!
So now I told ya’ll fuckas not to mess with me
I can tell you ‘bout me, so you don’t doubt what cha see
What can I say? mad bitchez, mad rides, fucking cash
“Riding Dirty w/ Stash” - what them newspapers flash
Macking hos left to right, bitch no need to be greedy
Fucking look at my life-I got enough to feed the needy
You ain’t phased then check this-5-0 and no hits
Just Kibbles and Bits, you can swallow after this (ha ha)

Yeah you know you got nothing on me
Hell, I’m fucking R.D.
Ride or die in a fight
Dropped at the turn of the lights
Yeah you know you got nothing on me