Hey, where you going? [gun cocks up] [DMX:] 
Just chillin' my niggas [gunshots] [footsteps continues] [studio entrance door opens and shuts] [cars driving in background stops, music heared in background starts] [footsteps] [DMX:] 
Fuck that, where are that? [studio door knocks] "Who's this?" [DMX:] 
It's DMX, open the door [studio door opens] [Eve:] 
Yo, bitch, come in [DMX:] 
Aight [studio door shuts] [music heared in background stops, "Ryde or die" playing in background starts] [DMX:] 
Listen, where is a phone? [Eve:] 
Is here [DMX:] 
OK [dial tone] [phone dialing] [phone ringing] [Swizz:] 
Hello? [DMX:] 
Yo, bitch, it's 
DMX for Ruff 
Ryders Records [Swizz:] 
What's good? [DMX:] 
Nothing, chillin' that 
Ruff Ryders shit [Swizz:] 
OK, man [DMX:] 
Yeah [Swizz:] 
Listen, this niggas didn't come today [DMX:] 
Fuck you! [Swizz:] 
What? [DMX:] 
This is only fuck! [Swizz:] 
No... [DMX:] 
Put it in your hole! [phone hangs up hard] [DMX:] 
OK, man, get call up a nigga [dial tone] [phone dialing] [phone ringing] [Waah:] 
Hello? [DMX:] 
Yo, listen, this is 
X, bitch [Waah:] 
Yo, what's the deal? [DMX:] 
Nothing [Waah laughs] [DMX:] 
Yo, that's the fuck up [Waah:] 
What? [DMX:] 
Nothing [Dee in background:] 
Yo, who's this? [Waah:] 
Nothing [Dee in background:] 
Fuck you! 
Pass me that phone! [Waah:] 
No... [punching and ploffing] [Dee:] 
Hello? [DMX:] 
Yo, who's this? [Dee:] 
Dee, man [DMX:] [sighs] 
Fuck you! [phone hangs up] [Eve:] 
Yo... [DMX:] 
What the fuck you at? [Eve:] 
I'm fucked up my niggas [DMX laughs and sighs] [DMX:] 
That's really good! [echo]