Rick Ross might be better known for his outsized personality, bombastic anthems and luxury raps over J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League production than his lyrical acumen, but don’t sleep on Rozay, he’s a wordsmith at heart.
How do you think he’s earned the respect of some of the greatest rappers of all time like Hov, Nas, Pusha T, Kanye, Jadakiss, Lil Wayne, just to name a few? Ross gets busy with the pen, you only need to look at the deeper album cuts throughout his catalogue to get a sense of what he’s capable of lyrically. Or you can look at some of his best features, which we’re about to do right now.
From his epic feature on Drake’s “Lord Knows” to his heartfelt performance on Pusha’s “Hold On” and of course “Devil in a New Dress”, here are the top 10 best Rick Ross guest verses of all time.
10. DJ Khaled ft. T-Pain, Ludacris, Snoop Dogg & Rick Ross – “All I Do Is Win”
Released: February 8, 2010
Album: Victory
Producer: L.V.M. & DJ Nasty
Swervin' in my lo-lo
Head on the swivel, you know serving me's a no-no
Clean as a whistle as I pull out in my Rolls Royce
Yellow bone passenger, they see it they say, "Oh boy"
Tell Khaled back it up, my niggas call me loco
Down for armed trafficking, don't make me pull that fo'-fo'
Ask you what you laughing at (What?), represent that mud life (Mud life)
Dirty money bitch you better get yo' mud right (Mud right)
We come together holdin' hands and holla "Thug life" ("Thug Life")
We all strapped in all black, it's like fuck life (Fuck life) (All we do is win)
You riding to what (What) 'cause we riding tonight (Tonight)
Now she riding with me 'cause you wasn't riding her right
Ross!
9. The Game ft. 2 Chainz & Rick Ross – “Ali Bomaye”
Released: December 11, 2012
Album: Jesus Piece
Producer: Black Metaphor
I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran; I seen things I dream big, I think sharp Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself Run to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors Hit you right above navel Now you swimmin' in pavement Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps Hoes settlin' for less, I call 'em bottom shelf Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothin' at all On the road to the riches, bitches not taggin' along
8. Royce da 5’9″ ft. Pusha T & Rick Ross – “Layers”
Released: April 2, 2016
Album: Tabernacle: Trust the Shooter
Producer: dEnAun
Paranoid of poverty, hustle was the philosophy I seen a kilo, I swear it became a part of me Lie, cheat and steal, I had it mastered by my teens Started hands on, a nigga still pulling strings Hotel suites, straight selling nigga's dreams Motel 6 as I let the beeper ring Was a water boy, but balling always in my genes Season ticket holder, nigga sitting with the team Feds on the roof of the spreads in the juice So suspicious of the cars, tuitions for the schools Labeled a mastermind, I positioned every move Shots fired, now the deposition from the crew Smooth operation, but the money came in knots Forty million there, I dare you tell me what I'm not I own fifty homes and wanna get fifty more Counting this fast money and fucking my bitches slow Rozay
7. Nas ft. Rick Ross – “Accident Murderers”
Released: June 21, 2012
Album: Life Is Good
Producer: No I.D.
We grew up doing graffiti, now hollow heads getting heated Seated in foreign cars, constantly getting weeded Proceeded to count profits, I know they got on binoculars But fuck em all, we balling 'til they come lock us up 20 to life; I'm clubbing, blowing 20 tonight We the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all through the night Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war Snatch a TEC off the shelf, live forever; that's Insh'Allah Memoirs of a rich nigga Sweat suits, gold chains, old drug dealers New Benz, chrome rims are for show, killer You niggas accidental, shoppers in back of the limo Pay your tithes, stay alive, can't be dodging my clique Cut a check; I use your bitch for some bargaining chips In a hole, sell your home, nigga go sell your soul This forty-five in control, God forgives and I don't
6. Wale ft. Rick Ross & Meek Mill – “Ambition”
Released: November 1, 2011
Album: Ambition
Producer: T-Minus
My ambition to win, just to get me some ends Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a Benz I saw momma praying as she wait on results It was hot in the kitchen can I wait on the porch My father was missing, War Lord Oliver North Life was diggin’ me deeper, I kept on coming up short Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark Who cut my power off? it’s time to move that powder soft Not too many options when you coming from the projects Sittin’ in the trap now you moving Cyndi Lauper Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change And I doubt that ever change Ambition is priceless that’s something that's in your veins And I doubt that ever change Ambition is my shit and I put that on my name And I doubt that ever change
5. Drake ft. Rick Ross – “Lord Knows”
Released: November 15, 2011
Album: Take Care
Producer: Just Blaze
I fell in love with the pen, started fuckin' the ink (Huh) The hustle's an art, I painted what I would think Still allergic to broke, prescription straight to the paper Destined for greatness, but got a place in Jamaica (Woo) Villa on the water with the wonderful views Only fat nigga in the sauna with Jews Went and got a yacht, I'm talkin' Carnival Cruise And these niggas talkin' like hoes, they mad they not in my shoes It's the red bottom boss (Huh), came to buy the bar (Huh) Every bi-week, shit, I'm bound to buy a car (Woo) Murder-cedes Benz or that bubble double-R (Woo) Headlights flickin', lookin' like a falling star Every day, them hammers bang, whippin' yay like Anna Mae I run the game, but the ladies think I'm runnin' game Mink coats make your woman wanna fornicate Rozay and Drake, I'm getting cake, nothin' short of great (Huh)
4. DJ Khaled ft. Rick Ross, Drake & Lil Wayne – “I’m On One”
Released: May 20, 2011
Album: We the Best Forever
Producer: 40, T-Minus & Nikhil Seetharam
Huh! I'm burning purple flowers, it’s burning my chest (Huh) I bury the most cash and burning the rest (Stuntin') Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air (Yeah) The ones beneath me recognize the red bottoms I wear (Check it) Burner in the belt, move the kids to the hills (Boss) Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill Kiss you on your neck and tell you, "Everything is great" (Right) Even though I'm out on bond and might be facing eight Still running with the same niggas 'til the death of me Never seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully (Haha) Ever made love to the woman of your dreams (Woo!) In a room full of money out in London as she screams? (Woo!) Huh! Baby, I could take it there Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair So, yeah, we on one, the feeling ain’t fair (Khaled) And it’s double MG until I get the chair, chyeah
3. Drake ft. Rick Ross – “Lemon Pepper Freestyle”
Released: March 5, 2021
Album: Scary Hours 2
Producer: Austin Powerz, FNZ, Keanu Beats & Boi-1da
Godfather with a garden full of snakes Call Porsche, time to give away a Wraith Bricks boy, tryna turn 'em into bass Big boy, I been tryin' buy the Braves Courtroom soundin' like I'm in the opera Went and got it, now these niggas wanna knock us Bitches fallin' 'cause they need a couple dollars But it ain't a problem 'cause a nigga really got it Fat boy, rich nigga, with a appetite Count monеy all night under the candlelight Spinnin' vinyl, Tеddy P, or is it Lionel? Not a model, but I know I been your idol Big bank, sparkin' weed without a lighter On fire 'cause I'm just a different writer Practicin' social distance with all these snitch niggas Guess he jealous 'cause I had his favorite bitch with us Big bucks, steppin' outta big trucks Steppin' on my feet, it'll get you fucked up Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme love Foot Locker, twenty deep, a nigga spend a dub G-Wagen for my bitch, that girl go live it up Death row, that's for these niggas, I'ma hit 'em up Makaveli, it's All Eyez on Me Pinkie rings, it's still M.O.B
2. Pusha T ft. Rick Ross – “Hold On”
Released: October 7, 2013
Album: My Name Is My Name
Producer: Hudson Mohawke & Kanye West
I was pissing my shorts, having rich nigga thoughts Wish I had a pistol before all the friends I done fought Overnight I seen a nigga go get a Carrera Two weeks later I had to be that boy pallbearer Young king bury me inside a glass casket Windex wipe me down for the life after Crack dealer living like a hoop star Black marble, white walls in my new spot Four chains, big studs, a nigga too fly Top down, tank top, I think I'm 2Pac So I'm labeled the rebel, nigga get on my level We were born to be kings, only major league teams Chasing my paper, couldn't fathom my wealth Built a school in Ethiopia, should enroll in myself God body and mind, food for the soul When you feeding on hate, you empty, my nigga, it shows Follow the codes, ain’t no love for these hoes If you slip and you fall I got you, my nigga, hold on If you right or you wrong, if you riding, come on By the end of this song, can't be hiding for long I seen children get slaughtered, niggas' grandmothers assaulted Throw a gang sign, dare you do something about it Fuck copping them foams, when you copping the home Cop a kilo and have them people on top of your home
1. Kanye West ft. Rick Ross – “Devil in a New Dress”
Released: September 3, 2010
Album: My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
Producer: Bink! & Mike Dean
Lookin' at my bitch, I bet she give your ass a bone Lookin' at my wrist, it'll turn your ass to stone Stretch limousine, sipping rosé all alone Double-headed monster with a mind of his own Cherry-red chariot, excess is just my character All-black tux, nigga's shoes lavender I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired (Uh) Before his jaw shattered, climbing up the Lord's ladder We still speedin', running signs like they don't matter, uh Hater talkin' never made me mad Never that, not when I'm in my favorite paper tag Therefore, G4s at the Clearport When it come to tools, fool, I'm a Pep Boy When it came to dope, I was quick to export Never tired of ballin', so it's on to the next sport New Mercedes sedan, the Lex' sport So many cars, DMV thought it was mail fraud Different traps I was gettin' mail from Polk County, Jacksonville, right in Melbourne Whole clique appetites had tapeworms Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burns I shed a tear before the night's over God bless the man I put this ice over (Uh) Getting 2Pac money twice over Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice-roller I'm makin' love to the angel of death Catchin' feelings, never stumble, retracin' my steps (Uh)
