[Intro - Ja Rule - talking]

Yeah ... ha, uh huh

You know how we do (we're gonna do how we do)

Uh, uh, yo my nigga Cad what's hangin nigga (gangsta shit)

Nigga Terry what's goin on nigga

Let me talk to 'em for a minute (Murder Inc. bosses in the building)

Yeah, haha



[Chorus]

Niggas! Grip the iron and keep it cocked

Bitches! Work your clit keep that pussy hot

Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin it like us

C'mon what y'all want?



Niggas! Grip the iron and keep it cocked

Bitches! Work your clit keep that pussy hot

Cause it's all about sex, money, and murder

Bitches that burn ya, niggas with burners

Cocked and let go!



[Verse 1]

Fuck all y'all motherfuckin bitch ass niggas

I'm talkin to whoever wanna be ridin my dick

And you know your gon' get it as hot as I spit it

It's the Rule and nobody wanna be bothered with

If I hit 'em in every direction with four fifths

Will expend like 45's with compact discs (c'mon)

It's a disappointment to see niggas flip on Rule like they double jointed

When I'm one of rap's anointed

Who else used to order it all on the dick

Like when I come through with spinners on the six

And got bitches bouncin like Ronnie in Tricks

But some whores in this game really don't make sense

Bomb roof and via Cal's and clonin Ems

But when bullets go through your film, we break your limbs

A horror show, yeah picture this

Cause I guess you can't see it, it's Murder again



[Chorus]



[Verse 2]

Rule I fuck with bitches in Manolos and thick Louie Vuitton logos

Cause I don't love these hoes

I'm above and beyond everything that your seein

And I'm the o