Raw Hide

Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard + (some Jamaican woman)

Yeah!
I wanna let allllll y'all niggaz know in here tonight
that this is that Wu-Tang shit
This that shit that's gonna get you high... {*echoes*}
See when you stimulate your own mind, for one common cause
You see, who's the real motherfuckers
See what you see, is you what you see
(Can I say it? Wu-Tang a-run tings!)
Be the original G
Rhymin on timin and in the place to be
(Run blood claat tings!)
they love see meeeeeeee!

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed
I want ACTION, that's what I need
I never put doubt in my mind
cause I know when I touch the mic there's the rhyme
see murder which is caused
when you fuck with the negative and positive charge
Then they came up, out my garage
with the hit that's gonna be LARGE
Tired of sittin on my fuckin ass
Niggaz I know, be runnin around with mad fuckin cash
Who the FUCK wanna be an emcee
if you can't get paid, to be a fuckin emcee?
I came out my momma pussy -- I'm on welfare
Twenty-six years old -- still on welfare!
so I gotta get paid fully
Whether it's truthfully or untruthfully
With my Boston bloodthirsty process
P-E-A-C-E

Chorus: Method Man

Move em in move em in
Move em out move em out
Stick it up {*whip sound*} raw hide!

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yea, gotta come back to attack
Killin niggaz who said they got stacks, cause I don't give a fuck
{*inhales*} I wanna see blood, whether it's period blood
or bustin your fuckin face, some blood!!
I'm goin out my FUCKIN mind!!
Everytime I get around devils {*breathing hard*}
Let me calm down, you niggaz better start runnin
Cause I'm comin, I'm dope like fuckin heroin
Wu-Tang Bloodkin, a goblin, who come tough like lambskin
Imagine, gettin shot up with Ol Dirty insulin {*sucks air*}
You bound to catch AIDS or somethin
Not sayin I got it, but nigga if I got it you got it!!
WHAT?!? {*echoes*}

[Raekwon the Chef]
Yo, check the bulletproof fly shit, strong like thai stick
then I'll remain to tear your frame, while I freaks it
like some fly new sneaks and shit
Now EAT my shit, bitch tried to creep and got hit
Now regulate, and I'll be out to set up a date
Wu-Tang, is bangin like a Ron G tape
RZA pump the shit just like a shotty
Watch me run it John Gotti
Collidin on the track, like gin and watty
Check the calender, I warn any challenger
to step up {*whoosh*} feel the blast from the silencer

Chorus

[Method Man]
Comin soon to a theatre near you it be the Wu