[Intro: Jay-Z]
Y'all n***as is dead! Dead, fuck is wrong with y'all n***as
Fuck think's gon' happen if you think some of the illest street n***as
Some of the illest rap n***as put 'em all together
It's murda!

[Verse 1: Jay-Z & Ja Rule]
Motherfuckers wanna kill me, but don't got the heart
To look me in the eyes with the nine and spark
'Cause whether you're for or against this
When I spit with murderous intentions, everybody goes, everybody knows
The weapons I possess? They not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door
See, once I flash, motherfuckers better do the one-shot dash or be one shot ass
J to the A-Y to the—
Drive by to your hood, screaming "bye-bye" to you

[Verse 2: Ja Rule & DMX]
Shit, I hope y'all n***as know to lay low now
'Cause thou shall perish if you don't bow down
'Cause I hit 'em on sight; it's dark—dim the lights
You shot twice, God bless, to this, the night
That a lot of n***as fear the coming of their life
And you dead right, be in hell looking for ice
Fucking with Ja, y'all bitch n***as talking shit
All on my dick, y'all broke n***as making me rich
You gon' blaze me 'cause you high ripped off the Henny rock
Flow semi-hot—handling me, you're not
Check my forte—not even on a bad day you beat this
Rather beat your dick or your bitch
My flow be the sick shit, gravely ill, n***as dying
'Cause they know I spit like iron
Nothing but sparks flying, leaving holes in mics
Hell and night, go together like heaven and light
N***as ain't seeing my plight

[Verse 3: DMX]
I'm a cruddy n***a, going up raw-dog in dirty bitches
And if I get burned, I'm giving that shit to thirty bitches
You say you know a n***a like me—guess again, papi
I might smile up in your face, but I ain't your friend, papi
Jump out the fifteen hundred, like, "Run it!"
N***as don't want it—get it, done it, when I'm blunted
However it went down, I made it happen, I made it scrappin'
I made it fussing, busting, I made it capping
And letting off wasn't nothing new to a n***a
Something to do to a n***a, 'cause you's a fool, n***a
I know your type—you hype, all up off that fake shit
You can't understand why a man would have to take shit
Or steal shit, but this is that real shit, n***as kill shit, peel shit
I hit you in your head—you won't feel shit!
RRRR! Let the dogs loose on a n***as ass
Find out if the n***as faster than the trigger blast
A fucking snake in the truest form
Knowing damn well that what I do is wrong, but still, I do it strong
N***as is making movies, so I gots to stop production
I need a block to function, and maybe I'll stop destructing
The blocks is not for fronting, so let me get that, shorty
'Cause you don't need that shorty—you don't know what to do with that shorty
You might as well hit this forty before you hit the floor
Another 24—what you want? Money? More?
[Outro: DMX]
Uh! Darkman DMX
Ruff Ryders Def Jam
We all here baby
Irv Gotti Clue
??? Y-O
What the fuck n***a, grr!
Drag-On baby
Grr, grr, grr!