[Intro - Ja Rule - Talking]
These faggot ass niggaz
A yo Buck, word to mother
Yo, they had young Malcolm silenced too long, baby
They can't fuckin hold me down nigga
What the fuck these niggaz thought
It's the I-N-C nigga
It's Murder
M-I-B nigga
Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers
Ja Rule, haha
A yo Buck
Turn this shit up in my motherfuckin headphones
Turn me up niggaz
Fuck these faggots, haha
It's real nigga, yeah
It's real nigga (a yo, word to mother)
(FUCK YOU LOOSE CHANGE, YOU FAGGOT)
Yeah, (FEMINEM I'M A SLAP THE SHIT OUTTA YOU BITCH)
MURDA INC., NIGGAS

[Ja Rule]
How many niggaz hold they heat like Rule, sidearm, barrel in mouth
To blow ya head out to the south
And let little J get to airin ya out
And if there's any change left
I toss ya on down to the west
And let (westside) the road ride down on ya
+California Love+ is what ya crave, so on ya grave
It's gonna read: "Here lie 50, who snitched on many
That half a doller, 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 faggot ass gay Dre Young
And she 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 wreckless
Battle of the sexes, 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-D-E-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 power on 'em
(Fuck you man) cryin' bitch to Russell like:

(*beat changes over to Nas' "Made You Look"*)

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 tha coroner van
Like my nigga J (*kissing sound*)
That can't bank, that 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 nigga, 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 ya'll niggaz
And 'Lil Mo, you just one of them bitches
That ain't had a hot song in how long?, never
You 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 slut
So what's Hailie gonna be when she grows up?

(*beat starts up again*)

[Outro - Ja Rule - yelling]
MURDER! Ya'll know what it is
MURDER! Ya'll know what it be
MURDER! Ya'll know what it is
MURDER! I-N-C (*crashing noise*)