Lyrics:

Psychopathic Rydas (That's right...)
Gon' ride on these bitches (Forever and a day!)
Y'all know how we do, it's westside 'til we dizzie (Eastside 'til we dizzie!)
If you don't know (Worldwide!)

Ridin', ridin', ridin', hatchet ridin'
Ridin', ridin', straight up ridin'
Ridin', ridin', hatchet ridin'
Ridin', ridin', that's for life

Now we ridin' on these bitches, ain't no mercy in my eyes
With the Rydas by my side, screamin', 'Die, motherfucker, die!'
Never hesitate, all up in the Escalade
Bumpin' sounds from the Rydas, straight dumpin'
Always into somethin'
Gats on my hip, hangin' out the window
Blazin' indo, lookin' for a mark or a nympho
Breathin' this pollution, always dancin' with the streets
With my heat, can't be beat
Get in mind and we ridin'!

I'ma ride, I got a hatchet on my side
Long time ago, I was born to ride
Straight up Detroit Psychopathic Ryda
Only real mission here is takin' you higher
But we gets fucked up and that's a fact
We roll down your streets, pumpin', shootin' off gats
So what the fuck bitch, why you wanna get shot?
You in the midst of the Rydas and Cell Block

Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), hatchet ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), straight up ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), hatchet ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), that's for life

I was 10-years-old, a lil' scruffy
Already ridin', grippin' a black Huffy
So buffy my picky-lo, bitchy ho
A little-ass Jiggy-lo, for really though
Oh, the dealio about this crew
You don't join this shit, we come to you
Only a chosen few that know the pros and cons
Fuck the Mafia, we froze the Dons
Stakes and bonds, I'm in a cashmere sweater (Yeah!)
The better your cheddar, the wetter you get her, yeah! (Uh-huh!)
And never let her ass what she don't need to know (No?)
'Cause the flossin' will kill you for sure
I know, I had to kill a deputy
Tryin' to question me about equity
I could've let it be, but my skrilla comes first (Yeah!)
Till you see this Ryda ridin' a hearse (Come on!)

Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), hatchet ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), straight up ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), hatchet ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), that's for life

Ridin'? Ridin' bitch, no time for hidin' (Nah!)
Ridin' is an art for perfect balance and timing
Ridin' A, grippin' oversized black trucks
Ridin' B, grip a hatchet in your hand, whut?! whut!?
Ridin' C, (What?) fellow Rydas always got your back
Ridin' D, involves me, and my bumps, and my
Cadillac (Bump!)
Holdin' heaters to Ryda haters heads
Ryda E, I'm a Ryda and then some, 'nuff said

You wanna ride, well bitch, tell me why
You wanna be hard, think I'm Mr. Nice Guy?
But I ain't, I'm the one they call Cell Block (Yeah!)
Carry two cold .45's and a Glock
Ready to pull out, so bitch squeeze that (Yeah!)
Itchy trigger finger on the side of my gat
Five seconds later, he was on the ground (Dead)
I gots in my truck and peeled off with his pound (Yeah!)

Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), hatchet ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), straight up ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), hatchet ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), that's for life
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), hatchet ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), straight up ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), hatchet ridin' (Baby)
Ridin' (Baby), ridin' (Baby), that's for life

Yeah, ridin' (Ridin'), ridin' (Ridin'), that's for life
Yeah, ridin' (Ridin'), ridin' (Ridin'), that's for life
Yeah, ridin' (Ridin'), ridin' (Ridin'), that's for life
Yeah, ridin' (Ridin'), ridin' (Ridin'), that's for life
Yeah, that's right, that's your life, motherfucker!
Yeah, bitch!