Ride Wit Me by Nelly

Artist: Nelly 
Title: Ride Wit Me 
Album: Country Grammer  

Okay, I did a previous tab on this song, and someone told me it sounded 
wrong, which I agree it did. So I fixed it, and it sounds a lot better 
this time. For your convenience, I got lyrics from imdareal@aol.com. 
And for legal purposes, this tab is my own work. 

This song is really easy to learn, because it's the same riff the whole 
song. The guitar part of this on a classical guitar (I think.) I think 
I clocked the song at 100 on a metronome if that helps, but all you 
really have to do is listen to the song. You can also play 16th note 
palm mutes to imitate the beat if you want to. 

Intro, Verse, Chorus (Everything riff) 
D=strum down U=strum up 

D U D U D U D D U 
e|------7-7-7------------5--5--|--------3--------------------| 
B|--3/5-5-5-5-------1/3--3--3--|--0/1---1--------------------| 
G|--4/6-6-6-6-------2/4--4--4--|--1/2---2--------------------| 
D|--5/7-------------3/5--------|--2/3------------------------| 
A|-----------------------------|-----------------------------| 
E|-----------------------------|-----------------------------| 

Lyrics: 

Where they at (x8) 

[Chorus] 
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me 
We three wheelin in the four with the gold cv's 
Oh why do I look this way? 
(Hey, must be the money) 

If you wanna go and get high wit me 
Smoke an L in the back with the Benz 
Oh why do I feel this way? 
(Hey, must be the money) 

In the club on the late night, feel ya right 
Lookin, tryin ta spot some real nice 
Lookin for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home 
(I can take home) 
She can be 18 (18) wit a attitude or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude 
But as long as you a thicky thicky thick then girl you know its on 
(you know its on) 
I peep summin comin towards me on the dance floor 
Sexy and real slow (hey) 
and sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video 
Somewhere that we could go 
How could I tell her no? 
Her measurements were 36-25-34 
I like the way you brush your hair 
And I like those stylish clothes you wear 
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare 
And I can see you boo from way over there 

Chorus 

Face a body front that, don't know how to act 
Without my vouchers all the hoochies bringing nothin back 
You should feel the impact, shop over plas when the skies the limit 
And them haters can't get past that 
Watch me as I gas that, four guy sig pley 
Was there any paint change, every time I switch lane 
It feel strange now 
Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now 
I got the title from my momma put the pimpin on name now 
Damn shit to change now 
Running credit checks with no shame now 
I feel a thang now (come on) 
I can't complain (no more) 
Shit I'm the man, now 
In and out my own town (I'm gettin) 
Niggas out in New Jersey, from Twenty-B 
Tellin me about a party up in NYC 
And can I make it? Damn Right 
I be on the next flight 
Man can, first class sittin next to Vanna White 

Chorus (x2) 

(check, check) 
Yo, I know somethin you don't know 
And I got somethin to tell ya 
You won't believe how many people, straight down at the floor 
'fore said that I was a failure 
Is now the same motherfuckers that's be needin dough 
And I'm yellin I can't help ya 
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?" 
Hell no, (whatchu care?) you for real? 

Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy 
And I fly high 
Niggas wanna know why, why I fly by 
Hey yo, its all good 
Range Rover all would 
Do me like you should 
Fuck me good, suck me good 
We be them stuck niggas 
Wishin you was niggas 
Poppin like we drug dealers 
Simply cause she bug mackin 
Honey in the club, me in the benz 
I see cute tellin me to leave wit you and your friends 
So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this 
And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this 
And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the chris 
Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist 
See me talk, Nelly listen 
Nelly talk, see me listen 
Wanna fuck fly bitches 
When I walk pay attention 
See the ice and the glist 
Niggas starin on the glist 
Honeys lookin on they wish 
Come on boo, gimme kiss 

Chorus (x2) 

Hey, must be the money 

Hey, must be the money 

Hey, must be the money 

Hey, must be the money 

Chorus

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