I be thinking about it and I'm saying I did come a long way.
You saw them on the Source Awards.
Now meet the next big act to rock rap's world.
We're going up close and personal with Rough Riders.
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You saw them on the Source Awards.
Now you're going to meet them.
They are the Rough Riders, a chart-topping group of East Coast rappers and producers.
And tonight our Peter Thorn gets up close and personal with the Rough Riders crew.
If you don't know his name, better learn it now.
Drag on because the buzz in hip-hop says he's what's next.
The next big act to rock rap's world.
Fans and critics can't get enough of his raw, hard rhymes and love his rugged, straight-from-the-street
style.
Drag on from New York's Rough Riders crew.
That's the hot upstart record label already being called the next major force in hip-hop.
My background, the Bronx, Bronxdale projects, it was real.
It's just the streets.
I done slept on the street, I done slept on the train, I done slept on mad places, rooftops,
all that.
When I'm laid back and you know, I got the brain right, you know what I'm saying, I be
thinking about it, you know what I'm saying, I did come a long way.
At 19, he is just getting started, but what a beginning.
In town for the Source Hip-Hop Awards, we caught up with Drag on at this Culver City
photo shoot.
A two-page spread for Vibe Magazine's next edition.
That issue hits the streets in October, the same month Drag on drops his first album,
called The Opposite of H2O.
Drag on says he's full of fire and ready to burn up the charts with a brand new sound.
It's like a universal sound.
He accuses too many other rappers of only having one style that never changes, but promises
his album will break the mold.
You don't know what is gonna come up next, you know what I'm saying.
I can hit you with a dirty south joint and then I get on some New York and then I get
back on some Cali, you know what I'm saying.
That's Down Bottom, Off-Ride or Die, Volume 1, the first compilation album from the artist
on the Rough Riders label.
Driven by the lean, clean, propulsive signature sound of sample-free producer Swizz Beatz,
in just 16 weeks the album's gone platinum and is holding steady at number seven on Billboard's
R&B music chart.
Drag on is just now starting to taste the kind of success his label mate, DMX, has savored.
Who's the winner?
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at?
DMX!
So far, DMX is the Rough Riders' biggest star helping make the label one of hip-hop's household
names.
And Rough Riders isn't stopping with Drag On and DMX.
Get ready for Eve.
Straight out of Philly, next month the female rapper is set to release her solo debut.
This girl's so hard she bills herself as a pit bull.
Pit bull, pit bull in a skirt, making them hurt.
Hate a steady dish in the dirt.
Changing the game, setting the rules, making it work.
That's What You Want pounding rhythm with a salsa twist again from the Rough Riders compilation
CD.
Back to Drag On at the Vibe photoshoot, he tells me his uncle helped inspire him.
And he also says he knows some of his friends from around the way might get jealous of his
success.
I mean, you know, it's a lot of jealousy, you know what I'm saying, but you know, that's
everywhere.
That's everywhere, you know what I'm saying?
It's hating.
His hate is everywhere.
His early influences include hip hop pioneers like Slick Rick and Big Daddy Kane.
Oh, and that name, Drag On, it comes from the word dragon.
Everything out of a dragon's mouth is fire.
And this rapper boasts that's just what he is right now.
Hot like fire.
In Culver City, I'm Peter Thorn, UPN News 13.
And don't go away, later in our newscast we'll take a behind the scenes at the Source Hip
Hop Awards, including the after party that's coming up at 1024.
We ain't playing with y'all.
We still ain't done.
Stop playing dragon.
I split these bars to make your head shake.
Pop chicks is to the bed break.
Let's see how much you can take.
Never letting power pay for what I give away.
We can all share.
My waste is always spare.
So run, grab it, run.
When I bust my, I miss none.
Put y'all in critical condition.
I'm the talk of the town.
When it come to popping chicks, it's all laying cackers down.
Drag bust the most round.
Ryan Hatch, Kivvill and Davos.
Pull up, it don't feel like a gradual.
We ain't popping, we ain't popping.
We ain't popping, we ain't popping.
We ain't popping, we ain't popping.
I had you.
I don't drag up because I had to.
I don't drag up because I had to.
I don't drag up because I had to.
I don't drag up because I had to.
I don't drag up because I had to.
I don't drag up because I had to.
I don't drag up because I had to.
I don't drag up because I had to.
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I don't drag up because I had to.
I don't drag up because I had to.
I don't drag up because I had to.
I don't drag up because I had to.
I don't drag up because I had to.
I don't drag up because I had to.
I don't drag up because I had to.
Hey, yo, hey, yo, hey, yo
Hey, hey, what's up.
Oh dysfunction agents,
can go in and then Swiss Swiss windshield
backlist I don't know get this shit joint
I'm gonna do my sick drop, so do like your mama, give a lick, but pop.
You don't want my favorite drop, cuz that means I'm empty.
And you're full of it. Check what the Buddha did.
Miss you's gonna hit you, get you ripped through tissue.
Shoot another round, miss cuz I miss you.
I make pus gas.
Shinoona, can't f***ing drag.
Got the chain out, so it's muscle gas.
You better bust back, or you're gonna get f***ed man.
Where the bust at?
Ride like a girl, but you can't trust cast.
Spent by the fire, you can't touch black.
All you can do is cuss back.
And the rebats about how you f*** gas.
We don't need that.
I don't care about your fee bag.
Don't feed drag.
You're on the c**p a lot, bust a bullet lock in your safe house. N***a, where the keys at?
Where the stash at?
Where the weed at?
Passed out, far pulled, mine trigger.
Matter of fact, where the a** at?
Cuz I got the rough part of it.
I ain't talking about my a**.
So you can go ho for ho, toe for toe, blow for blow.
And will you fear no sky?
I mean I broke that.
I feel a faux pot where the flames go, like I told dope for foes.
You know, you can't handle.
You can put me on rock, but fire burn handles.
And who the f*** thought of it?
Drag home, dying, dish outside of it.
We are, hey, bust your guns.
Hell yeah, we bust our guns.
Do your f***ing tele.
Damn right, we make them.
We stole them.
North, hey, south, hey, east, hey, west, hey.
Riders gonna show you how to ride the devil.
Do your f***ing tele.
Hell yeah, we bust our guns.
Do your f***ing tele.
Damn right, we make them.
We stole them.
North, hey, south, hey, east, hey, west, hey.
Riders gonna show you how to ride the devil.
This is the sticker.
Those get lit up.
N***a, get split up.
House in the house tonight.
So break it up for the one number nine nine.
How many n***a you trying to grind?
No one ain't gonna shine.
Line to the fullest, I pull it with my green fellow.
Wasting no time, I gotta get mine.
And if you ever think of stopping what I'm trying to do,
I'll make you suffer.
Cause I ain't got no love for you.
N***a, my crew can't fully automatics.
Mix with girl, street mathematics.
And it can make a mistake that's tragic.
My team pray on behalf of them.
With aim to be f***ed with, n***a, be split.
For the love of the green, I'm all in.
Well, riding this b***, it's gonna be consequentially.
We put clashes up in this b***.
It's DS Click.
On some of that stop drop shit, we'll drag on.
But y'all want who I be.
Making shit now where they see me.
From down south to the NY liquor shops.
Every n***a that roll with bus clots.
So we'll got n***a with shotguns.
Let's get down and dirty.
And if you cut them till they...
Y'all n***as haters.
Do y'all hate, bus your guns.
Hell yeah, we bus our guns.
Do y'all f*** them till they...
Man, like we make them...
Stolen.
Law, hey, south, hey.
East, hey, west, hey.
Riders gonna show y'all n***as to ride the bus.
Do y'all hate, bus your guns.
Hell yeah, we bus our guns.
Do y'all f*** them till they...
Man, like we make them...
Stolen.
Law, hey, south, hey.
East, hey, west, hey.
Riders gonna show y'all n***as to ride the bus.
When my n***a getting out, we gonna bail him out.
When they coming to my gun, my shirt's out.
You better get the message, cause I done mailed it out.
Then I'ma bang it like a hammer, and I'ma nail it south.
This is the best of Mike Nettis from f***s up north.
My guns been in China, so you better dust off.
Cause when I get you, you gonna bleed ketchup.
My n***a got a baby's got cheddar.
I never asked for that, and I won't even sweat ya.
You don't go for him, better.
My door is never low.
But if drag is down, or this last, I'ma reach him.
I swear to death, I will get her.
Make her feel the heat in the cold weather.
Can't stand it, I hiked over his...
You better come get her.
Like a dog with a bone, I run with her.
Y'all make me so tired.
Y'all still rapping like you don't know my flow style.
And y'all ain't got the suits, ain't got your boots.
Probably got a gun that ain't never shoot.
When we come, you better hope they don't name you.
Cause like two sticks rubbing, I'll bang you.
I try to be me cause I ain't you, try to have your spirit with the angels.
My shorty keep a gun on her ankles.
When I f***, watch out, she'll bang you.
Cause I taught her well.
Y'all plays with a whole lot of hell.
But your n***a getting ballin' bell.
Whippin' with you is goin' to jail.
Bust your gun or you ain't bustin' none.
You gonna run with your...
Drag on, double up what you want.
Do ya pay?
Bust your guns.
Hell yeah, we bust our guns.
Do ya f*** through till they come?
Damn right, we make them f***in' smoke.
North, hey, South, hey, East, hey, West, hey.
Riders gonna show ya the heat to ride the best.
Do ya pay?
Bust your guns.
Hell yeah, we bust our guns.
Do ya pay?
Bust your guns.
Hell yeah, we bust our guns.
I've got to me an idea.
What's that?
Take every state north of Virginia, chop it with your knacks, and shoot it into the Atlantic.
Let it float away.
I told you, I told you, I was gonna tell you.
Ruff riders don't got loose.
Get the mother dog, get the dog.
Ruff riders.
Yo, yo, yo, yo.
Hey, yo.
Yo, if you gonna sleep on some, might as well be a bed.
And if you gonna crack, might as well be a head.
Cause if you're targeting the locks, you might as well target a box that you've gone sleeping
for years, all covered with rocks.
Cause I think not, I pop shots.
I done with what y'all got.
Ya hot shots ain't got blocks.
I boot up, muchacha.
From the days of school, now mother fucker rule.
And I can drop my chain in coffee and keep shit cool.
That's how I be, I'm priceless, the iciest.
And I don't gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest.
My bullets dunk when I'm laced, I'm flashing punk.
The baby now be on me daily, ain't no poppin' the trunk.
But if I pop the trunk, it's to hand your rag.
Shoot the wipe down the windows on the side of the door.
And I'm gonna pop the
drink.
Delivery tonight.
Sirens
have been heard.
You listen to y'all hits, then listen to our hits
Ain't nothing y'all cowards could do, gossip
That's the reason now y'all players ain't got chips
Cause every time I turn around, you're on the lockstick
For those that's narrow, I just smack them with the barrel
Give it to them after light like King, cousin Harold
The Rough Riders, the Rough Riders
Cut you and your son, yellow with his scum
Show me the money, I'll show you a gun
Pop Sucker
SP is spinning corner while you poly with them
I clap you, I clap him, and that's rule number one
Suck in my clip, and I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the hell you could get
Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all say, ain't saying shh till y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still flinch and get it
I ride it out a smack, you cock back and clap it
Styles P, your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
Ain't no surprise killers, only run with record not killers
Baby girl, want the world, share your pops, killers
No tops, take them in all, shape and size, killers
No lock, put for them ready, do or die, killers
What, what you want, QV staring at me like
Damn, where you from, you be coming at me like
Can I get some, lick your lips for this brown sugar
Suck me like a thump if you want till I
The Rough Riders, the Rough Riders
I be the D-R-A-G-Dash-O-N slash Orphan
Karma, burning it's orphan, they call me drag on
I'm hot scorching, keep the block roasting
Got a bunch of flames coming toasting
In my eyes you can see what summer's holding
Realizing, every guy a Friday riding
I burn to a degree of 130, my gun dirty
Cause it got one birdie so you better run hurry up
Catch one early, you wrong, trying to touch me
But tight with itch you on, you better throw your boots on
And your unflammable suits on, cause I'm coming through in the Yukon
Black tenant with cats in it, catch you while you smoking
Swing your casket, throw the sack in it, but only half of it
Cause all I have is, dude, every one hole in your eye
And this is one slash two, my gun blast you
Trying to out the flames, what are you firing?
Your back to hell of a back zap, cause my fire retirement
It's my spiral instinct that keeps my head above the water
Every day I show another how I love a slaughter
Plug your daughter, full of mojo dispensers
Tax and businessmen from stocks, all religious
With these I shoot the breeze and it start
Enough keys from the cubits to build a, make a, a fort
Caught up in something that I can't control
Trying to get a hold of a big bowl of swole
Catch bodies like they're cold, when I stay six or face it
Make me chase it, I'll take your life and erase it
Waste it in the fucking streets cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass under the earthquake
I love money but scram is hot
So I snatch up my man and hit the gambit spot
Twenty grand is got when I get a shot
Look in the last port used to be a chassis
Now a mess under his fucking vest
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