You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride nigga...

Plaaattt... Hussein tha don
Believe we got this shit poppin' in this muthafucka
Rule' it's good...
And we into tha muthafuckin' club you punk niggas walkin out
Brick city, Rule, Rap- alot- mafia! Murda!
Yound D', Merc, Exsaless,
These niggas ain't ready for this gansta shit right here
We been doing this shit for a long time
Ya'll niggas got the streets confused nigga
we been on this gansta thug shit
Bitch ass niggas you know what it is
every time we touch tha muthafuckin booth nigga
It's gonna be fire, fire on you niggas asses
Niggas better gracefully bow tha fuck out nigga
Hussein Fatal' nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, nigga
M.I.B nigga, murder inc bosses,
Rule' we here baby, brick city jerses mafia
Yeah...Shadow...let's get it...

You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride nigga...

Plaaattt... Hussein tha don
Believe we got this shit poppin' in this muthafucka
Rule' it's good...
And we into tha muthafuckin' club you punk niggas walkin out
Brick city, Rule, Rap- alot- mafia! Murda!
Yound D', Merc, Exsaless,
These niggas ain't ready for this gansta shit right here
We been doing this shit for a long time
Ya'll niggas got the streets confused nigga
we been on this gansta thug shit
Bitch ass niggas you know what it is
every time we touch tha muthafuckin booth nigga
It's gonna be fire, fire on you niggas asses
Niggas better gracefully bow tha fuck out nigga
Hussein Fatal' nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, nigga
M.I.B nigga, murder inc bosses,
Rule' we here baby, brick city jerses mafia
Yeah...Shadow...let's get it...

Nigga

[Ja Rule talking]
You know
As the world turns, these bitch niggaz is runnin'
and hiding and shit (You know these motherfuckers be ducking' hidin')
But I'm fucking chasin y'all faggots
All across the globe (Smashing they ass)
Out the back of BET, out the back of clubs
Nigga, you ain't POPPIn' BUB IN NO MOTHERFUCKIN' CLUBS, nowhere
NIGGA, BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF you FUCKING CLOWNs
You niggaz is fucking clowns, y'all ain't gonna nowhere
I'm right here, I'm right here, huntin' you'll motherfuckin'
Bitch ass niggaz down, it's a wrap niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz
it's a wrap niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz
A yo, this nigga, this nigga runnin' around talkin' about
"I got shot nine times, I got shot"
Want everybody to be motherfuckin' sympathetic
A yo 50, pull your skirt down B,
A yo, Niggaz get shot everday b, you tough? HAHAHA
Yeah ... Murder Inc shit . . . bitch ass nigga
WE OUT

"The Inc. Intro"

[Ja:] I anit much on prayin' now
[people:] Alright its alright...
[Ja:] I never really known my daddy
[people:] Preach Preach brother preach
[Ja:] My mommas only child street raising
[people:] We feel you
[Ja:] I feel funny
[people:] Its alright let it out man
[Ja:] You know ya'll ya'll the only family I got
[people:] You bet
[Ja:] I guess it really dont matter what happens tomorrow
Amen
[People:] Amen
oh my lord....

"Last Of The Mohicans"

[Intro]
Heh ha ha...
Yeah...
Yeah...
'Last Of The Mohicans' man...
Let's go!
Heh...
You'll never take me alive...
(It's time- DJ!)
Heh...
(Wake 'em up!)
I'd like to introduce you all to somebody...
Somebody very dear...

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
I'm here to put you all through the pressure like nobody ever, 'cause everytime I shoot nothing
but fo' n beta,
An' them slugs get heada' your way any day fella, 'cause when murder reigns you gona' need
umbrellas, Kevlar an' a whole lot of gun runners, you hotdog niggas hide your relish, ain't shit to
tell us, I keep the army, an' they stay armed- best stay the fuck from 'round me, unless your
desire leads you to touch the dream, I be in back of the back, A.G. on the jeans, hit the button to
the left an' you can see how it leans, this thang is like an' airplane you park in the street,
mean, it's so vicious call me young, all the wishes 'cause I wished for it all, beg the lord for
forgiveness, 'cause I sin- I'ma sinner, but I win- I'ma winner, I'm runnin' the marathon an' y'all
niggas are sprinters, I exercise more mental an' massage my fingers, I'm lookin' forward to bangin'
out start to finish, give me a minute let me explain why most niggas is timid, they runnin' round
with good bodies an' no hearts in 'em, makin' it easy fo' a nigga to get 'em- expose em', witness
Rule the chosen man who spit it the coldest, load up this ten shot, till y'all niggas the hole-est,

I'ma God send- niggas better act like they know this muthafucka...

[Chorus: Black Child]
Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (let 'em know), y'all clowns can't be serious
(uh-huh), many has tried but y'all can't kill us, we still livin' this real vivid- we real
niggas...(nigga), Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (uh-huh), we ain't neva scared I
hope all y'all hear us, many has tried but y'all can't kill us, we still livin' this real vivid- we
kill killers...

[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
The world is blind so now I gotta spit it in braille, that raw coked up flow you can put in the
scales, so when niggas start dyin' can't nobody tell, it's jus' an' overdose injection of that
braille, Rule, when I come thru' can't nobody move me, I'm exclusive cop some new shit every
Tuesday, excuse me- bitch, I'm one of a kind, when I die study my mind an' dupe' the design, now
I'm inclined people say tha' I'm ahead of my time, whoever said that they must'a had they nose on
tha' line, I'm not even in my prime yet, a veteran in this muthafuckin' rap shit, what religion you
practice, a pristical baptist or catholic, I can't really say I'm religious- an' to that I'ma
witness, but I'm spiritual that's why I keep the Lord in the picture, 40. Cal in the 7-40 I laugh
at niggas that wanna' get buried in cemeteries next to they bitches, an' get thrown wit' bricks
tied to they Lebron's, the game we play is chess- them niggas is pawns, you the first pieces we
take off the board because, I'ma king that's from Queens, an' then it's the whole regime, beta'
known as the team, big shout to my nigga Preme, it ain't nothin' illegal about keepin' ya' cash

clean, when you sellin' millions of records, an' send me some jeans muthafucka...

[Chorus: Black Child]
Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (let 'em know), y'all clowns can't be serious
(uh-huh), many has tried but y'all can't kill us, we still livin' this real vivid- we real
niggas... (nigga), Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (uh-huh), we ain't neva scared I
hope all y'all hear us, many has tried but y'all can't kill us, we still livin' this real vivid- we
kill killers...

[Outro: Ja Rule]
[Backing ad-libs unscripted]
Yeah...
You know...
Uh...
Wha'cha'll don't know??
There's nothin' real about these niggas in this game...
This is it...
Murder Inc. nigga...
You lookin' at 'em...
The realest muthafuckin' niggas in the game...
You starin' at 'em...
Ain't no need to look nowhere else...
It's murder niggas...
Holla...
We ridin'...
You know...
C'mon niggas...
It's danger...
It's danger...
What up to my nigga Merc...
Big Caddy...
My nigga Black Child...
Rest in peace...
To our muthafuckin' soldier up in Heaven- my nigga D.O. Cannons...
Do Cannons...
We see you nigga, we love you nigga...
(Shadow I see you nigga...
We gon' pour out a lil' liquor...
We gon' have some fun...
We gon' ride this muthafucka' out...
It's murda'...
Real talk nigga...
We in the building...)

"What's My Name"
(feat. Ashanti)

[18 second intro about the Bible]

[Ja Rule]
Yeah, yeah (woo!) woo (we here, geah)
C'mon (we ain't goin nowhere, c'mon)
Remix, c'mon
(now, this is Jimmy Cliff Notes)
(I'ma run through the roster man)
Let 'em know (on Murder INC)
Uhh (startin with Ashanti - owwwwwtch!)

[Chorus: Ashanti + (Ja)]
J-A-R (yeah) U-L-E (what, let 'em know)
(Who else you thought it would beeeee)
(All my bitches with me say)
J-A-R, U-L-E (what's my name, nigga?)
(Who'da thought this wouldn't, beeeee)

(Everybody with me say)

[Ja Rule]
Holla!! I'm back
Anyone with good sense bet on that
Cause I ain't never went nowhere, I still got business here
All my bitches get your hands in the air
Now BACK THAT ASS, UP ON ME - now let's roll
Go, goin, gone, sold
What's cooler than bein cool? (ICE COLD) Y'all know
that I do this for all my niggaz and my bitches
And it's murder 'til day that I die, can't spit it no more
All my niggaz that tusslin, get yours
All my bitches that's makin money, get yours
The world ain't only mine, it's yours
And I'm sure
That, there's no love if you don't go through pain
And I'm the nigga that done changed the game
What's my name?

Then you know it's not a game, what's my name?

[Chorus w/ minor changes to Ja ad libs]

[Ja Rule + (Ashanti)]
Ba-by girl, is you with me? Shit (yes sir!)
Sayin all of that without speakin a word
(I like) to do this that and a third
(And I love) the way you put in reverse
And now clap for me mami, clap back, keep it swervin
Wide body had to be built by suburban
Niggaz around lookin like they nervous, I see 'em
Niggaz around me wanna rob him and leave him
But I'm partyin tonight for one reason
Niggaz know that the bullshit was dead on the streets
Niggaz I'm gettin high, gettin head as we speak
Long live the great ones, B.I.G, P.A.C.
I'm "Ready to Die," "All Eyez on Me"
And niggaz know they can do it the same
But still they try to diss, that's part of the game
What's my name?

[Chorus w/ same as before]

[Ja Rule]
Yeah, yeah
Murder INC, all my family we here
Big shout to all my niggaz
All my crud niggaz, all my street niggaz, all my grime niggaz
All my industry niggaz, all my corporate niggaz
It's love, it's pain, and we together mayn
Holla back at me, uhh