DX: And finally, ‘Don Imus’
UR: Don Imus ? [Laughs] He’s the one that told the truth bout them girls, ain't he? [Laughs] One word to describe him: "truff." T-r-u-f-f… Truff.

DX: Now, Uncle Ruckus, another thing that you’re famous for is songs. So before we get outta here can you sing a little something us please?
UR: What you want the song to be about?

DX: Whatever you want it to be about
UR: Well, here’s the way I’ll do it; my mind work like a white man.  You give me something to sing about and I’ll find something to sing about. A white man can think fast. I got a white man's brain in my head.

DX: [Laughs] Sing about Hip Hop.
UR: Alright. I’ll sing about Hip Hop, but I'ma sing it in kinda a hip-hoppity way...

"Hip, Hop, go Hip Hop/ all you niggas need to, need to stop/ put down your pistols, and you put down your guns/ 'cause you might shoot some white one/ Wanna shoot a nigga go ‘head,  go ‘head/ shoot that otha nigga dead, dead/ shoot that nigga every day or night/ but put down your pistol when you come to a white …See how I do that?...white man invented rap…"

DX: [Laughs]
UR: ….the only good thing I’ve seen a black man create is a rib sandwich.