[Intro - Ja Rule - talking]
These f*ggot a** n***as
A yo Buck, word to mother
Yo, they had young Malcolm silenced too long, baby
They can't f**ing hold me down n***a
What the f** these n***as thought
It's the I-N-C n***a
It's Murder
M-I-B n***a
Murder Inc. Bosses, motherf**ers
Ja Rule, haha
A yo Buck
Turn this sh** up in my motherf**ing headphones
Turn me up n***as
f** these f*ggots, haha
It's real n***a, yeah
It's real n***a (a yo, word to mother)
(f** you LOOSE CHANGE, you f*ggot)
Yeah, (FEMINEM I'm a slap the sh** out you b**h)
Murder Inc., n***as
[Verse 1]
How many n***as hold they heat like Rule
Sidearm, barrel in mouth to blow your head out to the south
And let little J get to airing you out
And if there's any change left
I toss you on down to the west
And let (westside) the road ride down on ya
California Love is what you crave, so on you grave
It's gonna read: "Here lie 50, who snitched on many
That half a dollar, that nickel, them dimes, and died like penny"
And Murder Inc. will send they deepest condolences and sympathies
To Aftermath and Shady, Interscope and Jimmy Iovine
Ya know your team they really some peons
Gettin peed on and linked on
I'm talkin about f*ggot a** gay Dre Young
And Suge told me all about how you used to take transvestites home
And occasionally wear thongs
No wonder Feminem be cross dressin' in pumps and tight little dresses
My pumps they leave big messes
And I know the Truth Hurts when I bust reckless
Battle of the s**es, is that a woman or a man?
I really don't care to stand, but 50 you gonna get shot again
By the M-U-R-E-D-R Inc
I'm the rapper that sings, totes guns and blings
And these Fed's can't discuss 'em
Cause Lighty's "Violatin" us, usin his powderpuff
(f** you man) cryin b**h to Russell like:
(*beat changes over to Nas' "Made You Look"*)
[Verse 2]
They shootin', ah Chris ya shook
And got Bus' rhymin the same old hook
Like, they shootin, I ain't shoot up ya land
I'd a put ya in the coroner van
Like my n***a J (*kissing sound*)
That can't defend what should be the get away car
When I clap at your broads
And Em, what's the doo-rag for?
You never gonna have braids, you'll never know black pain
But you could become the first white rapper slain
Just get yo money man
The Inc. is runnin thangs, hideout with Loose Change
And you n***a, I'm a send you to mommy
With strict orders from Gotti to hide the body
And Dre, your day's comin too, cause I got a team of misfits
That squat and handle they business
Cause, I'm SHOOTIN, at all y'all n***as
And Lil Mo, you're just one of them b**hes
That ain't had a hot song in how long, never
Your better off with a dick in your mouth, just shut up
(*beat stops*)
Em, you claim your mother's a crackhead
And Kim is a known s*ut
So what's Hailie gonna be when she grows up
(*beat starts up again*)
[Outro - Ja Rule - yelling]
MURDER! Y'all know what it is
MURDER! Y'all know what it be
MURDER! Y'all know what it is
MURDER! I-N-C (*crashing noise*)