[Method] Oh yeah, comin through with my Shaolin crew
   Two cent for a case, gimme St. Ide's brew
   In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans
   Methtical's in a jam on how dry I am
  
   [Raekwon] ... with St. Ides in my system
   crack another I'm blitzed, let's go hit the next one
   Hang it over, the object is to stay sober
   Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur
  
   [Ghostface] Who's the Wallabee kid, stressed out, could never be Son
   Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one
   Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam
   that blow between the bushes, St. Ide's and I the king of teams
  
   [U-God] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide's, sippin to those
   Who don't realize that drinkin ain't only to be drunk
   You can't drive, keep my peoples alive
   And if the saint don't know you from a can of paint
  
   [RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted at the block
   And I asked for St. Ide's, I could tell by the dot
   On the back he rebuilt it... not that charcoal filtered
   Ice cold bottle tilted... to my cup he spilt it
   AAAAAAAAAAH!!! ST. IDES! mmmmmmmmmmm...