[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...