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DMX – Intro (It’s Dark and Hell Is Hot)

Intro by DMX

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Grammy Award winning American rapper and songwriter, DMX drops an amazing intro for his special album tagged “It’s Dark and Hell Is Hot”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “It’s Dark and Hell Is Hot” was officially released on 12 May 1998.

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[Interviewer:] Y’know what I’m sayin’? These Ruff Ryder niggas

[DMX:] Dog

[Interviewer:] I heard these niggas is for real

[DMX:] Dog, that’s my mans and them!

[Interviewer:] But I heard these niggas is supposed to be like, locking down the industry on some shit, on some power shit

[DMX:] Dog, that’s my mans and them

[Interviewer:] Hmm, I see

[DMX:] So what I’m doing

[Interviewer:] Right, right?

[DMX:] My mans and them is doing, because

[Interviewer:] Right?

[DMX:] That’s my mans and them, ya know?

[Interviewer:] I feel ya

[DMX:] Now ya feel me?

[Interviewer:] I feel ya

[DMX:] So you know, when you fucking with me

[Interviewer:] Right, right?

[DMX:] You fucking with

 

Uh-oh, what have you done now?

Told y’all niggas

You just don’t listen

Why must you be hard-headed?

Tried to explain, but you didn’t hear me, though

You know

Grrrrrr!

 

One-two, one-two, come through run through

Gun who? Oh, you don’t know what the gun do?

Some do, those that know are real quiet

When you think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot

Niggas gonna buy it, regardless

Because I’m the hardest rap artist and I’mma start this

Shit up for real, get up and feel

My words, I make herbs split up and squeal

Ill is all I’ve been hearing lately

Niggas hate me, wanna duct tape me and make me

Put their brains on the wall, when I brawl

Too late for that 9-1-1 call

Niggas stay beefing, but a lot of them bluff

But not me because I’m a nigga that can get out of them cuffs

You think a lot of them’s tough? That’s just a front

When I hit them niggas like ‘What you want?’; the battle turns into a hunt

With the dog right behind niggas chasing them down

We all knew that you was pussy, but I’m tasting it now

And never give a dog blood, because raw blood will have a dog like what

Biting whatever, all up in your gut

Give it to them raw like that, and ain’t no love, I do ’em all like that

Four right up in they back; clack-clack

Close your eyes baby, it’s over, forget it

Happened in front off your building, but nobody knows who did it (What?)

 

“You won’t get another chance!”

“I don’t need another motherfucking chance! You know why?

‘Cause I don’t give a fuck! I said I don’t give a fuck! I don’t give a fuck!”

“Jerome!”

“I don’t give a fuck! I don’t give a fuck! I don’t give a fuck! I don’t give a fuck! I don’t give a fuck! I don’t give a fuck! I don’t give a fuck!

I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!”

 

Where my dogs at?

What, what? Where my dogs?

Uh, where my dogs at?

What, what? Where my dogs?

Uh, where my dogs at?

What, what? Where my dogs?

Uh, where my dogs at?

What, what?

 

Niggas is puss, keep on running from the werewolf (Oww!)

Howling at the moon on the roof (Uh-oh)

Eh, ah, no, get em

10 niggas on him, hope God’s with him

Give me the bat, let me split him

I’ll have em where the pillow and the casket won’t fit him

Only reason I did him, he wouldn’t fight back

Tried to strike back, left him like that, laying up with the white hat

Getting right back atchya when I snatch ya

Up out the grave, nothing but bones and ashes

Hittin’ niggas with gashes to the head

Straight to the white meat but the street stays red

Girls gave me head for free cause they see

Who I’ma be, by like 2003

That Nigga D took it there, he thought it was a joke

He went through like 20 G’s and thought that I was broke

Stupid, that’s what you get for thinking

And eventually found that’s what you get for stinking

Blowing up the spot when you rot

Plus, if it gets hot, they know you dead for four squared blocks

Hit ’em with the ox to the grill

Eh, ah, kill, nigga, kill!

Yet and still you don’t know that I’ma rob ’em

That nigga DMX is a mothafuckin’ problem

Aight?

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