[Eightball]
    DMX McGruff and Canibus.
  You know where you heard it first.
  My man Cardin, G Black, Ralph, Universal Records.
  Uh [all echoes]. Pure Uncut,
  Eightball [DMX barks in background]
  DMX (What?) DMX, McGruff, McGruff, and Canibus, baby.
  Yeah, its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw.
  Its the Pure Uncut, raw we keep it raw. Listen...
    [DMX]
    Niggas at Ruff Ryders is the illest, baby gorillas
  And shit we do today is gon' catch up with us and kill us
  Long as I feel this, motherfucker's head is shot
  Fucking lead is hot, and leave them dead to rot
  Ruff Ryders cut the shit up, like raw keys
  Like that crystal aching my last ?name is Raheed?
  It can happen niggas, dog keys, and still gun it down
  Only cause I know how you look up to a nigga, from the ground
  Running clown, you no better, than ?a braveless heart?
  ?For my kids? I thank you God
  And if you don't know, ask a nigga, that they just put in the ground
  Slugs ran out of him, so I must've put in a pound
  At least! I gave it to another nigga for lookin
  Money, ?could never stop my slugs? from cookin
  Remember me, cause I'ma be there when they bury, you
  Leave your skeleton in the cemetery
    [Eightball]
  Dum, du-du, dum
  Who got the, who got the bum bu-bu bum?
  We wrap it up and smoke it, sixty green
  I'm a fiend for this rap thing
  Down South hustiln' and we all about the cream
  Stick em up, mad face, car chase through the city
  Fuck the police, I'm mad plus I'm going off that gritty
  Frank ?Nitty? got a mob down to murder with me
  Catch one to stick me, believe it or not, I cripply
  I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it like a tech
  Pure uncut, tie it up, and watch the fiends come back
  Bucklin, real dogs stay around for troublin
  Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks start bumblin
  Rumblin (vrooom) much room, cloud trippin
  Victims who lie there die when I be speakin, releasin
  You heard me, are you worthy
  To ride with the Suave House and get down and dirty?
      [Chorus Eightball]
    Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw [2X]
  Baby Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
  Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
  (What?) Nigga, Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw
  [repeat]
    [McGruff]
    Yo; where the fuck is the dough? its time to bubble and blow
  If I spit this from the back, have em clutchin they ?toes?
  Once smoked my lungs out, but now I fuck with my nose
  Perform shows, bad bitches crunchin my clothes
  Yo I'm 'Gruff, street thug beyond the speakers, beyond the rap
  Man I'm on a car and my gat, swarm attack, sip Don and Cognac
  Ain't just me, my whole freakin army strapped
  Aiyyo, fuck that! And fuck you! Who the fuck you?
  Touch you, you act like you want trouble
  Money don't know you, don't rub you, I got' eat, that's like trying to tell me don't hustle
  I gotta blow a couple, niggas away just to show the muscle
  Yo, I squeeze till your vocal tussle
  Niggas please, I got keys, coke, and snow to bubble
  Hoes to cuff you, fuck you, suck the shit out your dick
  Sucker for love, think you can fuck with McGruff?
  Now listen mister
  Gruff put your soul in a twister
    [Canibus]
    Just got off the payphone, on a three-way line, with Eightball and Tony Draper
    Askin me for a favor
  Now let me take it from the top I touch your knot, with the rubber glock
  Then I take your title, nigga, fuck your spot
  Peace to the players who crush a lot, but they call me Canibus because I bust a lot
  You can suck my cock, and got the same transmitted disease your mother got
  Being a favorite with me right before she was forced to pop
  She came home at four o'clock, was shot, she was riding me on top
  I told the bitch to keep the door locked, I know your heating up hot
  Because I touched the sure spot, you got defeated and dropped
  I punch you in the jaw-ops
  You talk dirt, you get dirt thats how I stand on niggas networks
  You think that best works? You think you can't get hurt?
  The bitch in you, makes you run for cover when I spit at you
  A man-to-man zone Allen Iverson couldn't dribble through
  Rapid fire syllables, you gotta bribe me with a mill or two
  To keep me from killing you with the lyrical
  All you chief executives ampin ?answer? wreckin shit
  See, what goes around comes around, bitch