[1st Verse] 
 
This ring 
Got me a top notch 
Straight hot fox 
We sought rocks 
And the Ewok Slot 
Was caught 
Got dropped two 
Playing hopscotch 
On the block 
Ought not twat plot 
Yo for hops knot 
I brought dots 
This ring 
Help me remain sane 
No dame games 
Came from bane 
To a changed man 
No cane thang 
Refrain from gang bang 
Slang a praying brain 
Reigns family fame 
Then came pain 
Say hello to TechN9NE 
Everybody 
Wanna be down with a nigga 
Women get a whiff of the money 
Thinking of taking it from me 
They get up in the club 
Giving the love 
Throwing the pussy 
Full of liquor and bud 
Booty hopping around up in the MO 
Get to looking around 
Every ho wanna lick a nigga low 
Infatuated 
With niggas with dough 
Get em in the sack 
And try to make 'em let it go 
Tech N9NE 
Be autographing bitches 
In front of rapping niggas 
Who think of having figures 
They get to grabbing triggas 
They can't imagine villains 
When they come back and get us 
We get to whacking niggas 
I ain't never 
Wanted no parts of this 
I don't never want to break 
Another heart for this 
Why the devil 
Gotta make it 
Why the Lord 
Wanna make something that'll kill 
Something so marvelous 
 
[Hook] 
 
This ring 
Brings demeaning demons 
In G-strings 
Songs we sing 
Make 'em fiend semen 
And green things 
Clinging 
Dreaming 
Thinking of being 
Mrs. Thing 
With this ring 
But if I wasn't Tech N9NE 
Bitches wouldn't even wanna be 
With Tech N9NE 
If I did no music 
Then would you 
Respect mine 
This wedding band 
And music 
Draws a line between life 
And Tech N9Ne 
 
[2nd Verse] 
 
This ring 
Was supposed to protect a nigga 
Best for niggas 
Who couldn't stop having sex 
With bitches 
Bless the Mrs. 
Who stress to kiss us 
Even though we spend our 
Checks with strippers 
Obsessed with clitorises 
This ring 
Made a nigga feel macho 
Cry for 
Lie for 
Die for 
My ho 
Nigga I go face Diablo 
With a hostile gospel 
If I can't have tres or cuatro 
Little vatos 
Imma let a lot flow 
What they sell  
Up in Osco 
Up a nostril 
That sound like 
Tech N9NE 
Nigga where the weed 
Where the mutha fuckin' 
Blow 
And the hoes 
Next to me 
Is ecstacy 
Asking me if I wanna roll 
Bitches never gave a fuck 
About a fling 
Makes it exciting 
When a married nigga 
Wanna fuck around 
And bitch know he's down 
For the fling 
I've been tested 
And a lot of times 
Been invested 
Didn't know this Tech shit 
Would constantly get a nigga 
Molested 
Been approached 
By some of the best tricks 
In the game 
And they came strong 
But I hanged on 
To this ring 
And I hope my son 
Don't sing the same song 
 
[Hook] 
 
This ring 
Brings demeaning demons 
In G-strings 
Songs we sing 
Make 'em fiend semen 
And green things 
Clinging 
Dreaming 
Thinking of being 
Mrs. Thing 
With this ring 
But if I wasn't Tech N9NE 
Bitches wouldn't even wanna be 
With Tech N9NE 
If I did no music 
Then would you 
Respect mine 
This wedding band 
And music 
Draws a line between life 
And Tech N9NE 
 
[3rd Verse] 
 
Quincy J. told me 
Superstars are good providers 
But 
Two times out of ten 
When we're on tour 
Family's not beside us 
What 
Can a nigga do 
When he makes ends 
Add more to the time they spend 
While he make ends 
Everything else breaking 
And the bond at the house 
May end 
And your wifey steady yelling 
'bout quality time 
And you think 
With all the fame and fortune 
Shit ought to be fine 
But what happens 
When the divorce papers 
Just gotta be signed 
And you lose half 
And your children 
Cause you gotta be N9NE 
I wanna relax with them 
And spend time 
To the maximum 
But if silence is golden 
Then me making noise 
Is Platinum 
I gotta be Tech 
And Daddy 
And Hubby 
But music 
Women mixed with family's ugly 
I know and you know 
That hell will be 
Hot for a nigga's infidelity 
But until then 
God forgive me 
For any promises that I broke 
Family 
Can I be 
Forgiven 
For all the liquor and weed 
That I smoke 
When I succeed will I cope 
Will I still breathe 
Without both 
This ring 
Tech N9NE 
I don't know 
But when I go 
I'm leaving out dope 
 
[Hook] 
 
This ring 
Brings demeaning demons 
In G-strings 
Songs we sing 
Make 'em fiend semen 
And green things 
Clinging 
Dreaming 
Thinking of being 
Mrs. thing 
With this ring 
But if I wasn't Tech N9NE 
Bitches wouldn't even wanna be 
With Tech N9NE 
If I did no music 
Then would you 
Respect mine 
This wedding band 
And music 
Draws a line between life 
And Tech N9NE