* this is the commercial Wu-Tang Clan made for St Ide's malt liquor

[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