[Interlude]

Niggas pushin' rhymes like weight right now (Pushin' rhymes like weight?)

Know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)

You gotta push rhymes like weight (You got to, you got to)

It's still a hustle, it's still a hustle, my nigga (Duct tape, rope and shit)

As long as you're Black, your life is gon' be a hustle, nigga (For real, for real)

You know what I mean? (Duct tape, rope) Huh?

I wouldn't even wanna be white, nigga, I'm glad I'm Black

I like it hard, you know what I'm sayin', Gotti? (Hahahaha)

I do it for the struggle, my nigga

[Intro: DMX]

Grr, uh-huh

Y'all motherfuckers is ready or what?

Is y'all motherfuckers ready or what?

I don't think you are

I don't think so

[Verse 1: DMX & JAY-Z]

They got my back against the building, I'm the villain that's creeping around corners

Like, shorty, if you see them niggas creeping around, warn us

We might be coming through, gunning through, running through

So be careful what you do or the slugs might come to you

As long as I can remember, the streets have kept me safe

And ever since that time in December, the heat's been in my waist

I need the extra set of eyes so I keep my dog with me

Doctor says, "Let 'em die," shit, his fucking dog bit me

I don't know what's wrong with me, but it seems like since you heard of us

Y'all niggas turned into murderers since you couldn't fuck with a third of us

But you still against me and wanna see me in the box

Grillin' me all crazy when you see me and The LOX

Leave you red like Foxx, ain't nothing funny about that

ICU up in a coma, you ain't coming up out that

You hold on for too long and they ain't pulling the plug for you

I'll run up in the joint myself and drop another slug on you

It's murda, it's murda (Motherfucker)

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

I dip, squat, then post up with the toast up

I bring beef to a closure, know something?

From Coxsackie to Folsom, I'm loathsome

I scream out, "Fuck the world," then I throw something

Niggas scheming hard, but fuck it, it's the God

I leave bullets lodged, leave you leaning on your broad

The R pump leave you fucked up in your car

Slumped, Kennedy-style with your memory out

What the fuck y'all want? Daddy-o with the Calico

Let the gatty blow, leave you bleeding on your patio

I leave rivals on they back, looking up at the sky blue

Not only do I leave you I hide you

I before you, X and Ja Rule

Death before dishonor, now and prior to

Boss man, fire you, expire you

Me die before you? You liar, you

Niggas is dead off the hits I approve

Shit, I got the feds wearin' riot suits

Y'all niggas don't listen, whether streets or in prison

When we find 'em, we twist 'em, niggas waking up missing

Y'all don't understand we want y'all all to hate it

(It's murda) Murder Incorporated

(It's murda) In crime we all related

(It's murda) You niggas see if y'all can fade it

[Verse 3: Ja Rule]

I'm a murderer murdering anything that moves, seeing eye, nigga

It's like do or die, nigga, get caught up and fall victim to the worst shit

X, Jigga, and Ja as expected

Shine on the world and reflect it

Niggas don't respect it, so get it the worst way

Fuckin' with the wolves you get hunted like prey

Shot up in broad day, now everybody mourns you

I'm feeling like, "Stupid, didn't the Inc. warn you the first time?"

(We murda) Whenever you see blood

(It's murda) Layin' it down for the love

That's us, we the life, put the knife through your windpipe

'Cause most of your niggas ain't cut right

You thinking it's alright, nigga, but it ain't

I'm paralyzing clowns up and down from the waist

Give a nigga some space or I'm taking it while making you bleed

And if I gotta take, the nigga taking more than he need

It's nothing but love between me, you, and these slugs

Hit him up, wrap his body up in a area rug

Who holding the heat? Who leaving niggas cold in the streets?

Y'all know me, ya co-D, Ja Rule the OG

Niggas better watch me closely, get a grip

It's Hennessy that fuels all that murdering shit

When I look in the mirror, my reflection is killer

Jigga, X, Ja, nigga, it's murda