Niggas & Bitches

[Intro: Ja Rule]
Yeah
Ah 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 buildin')
Yeah, haha

[Chorus]
NIGGAS!
Grip the iron and keep it cocked
BITCHES!
Rub ya clit get that pussy hot
'Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin' it like us come on what y'all want?
NIGGAS!
Grip the iron and keep it cocked
BITCHES!
Rub ya 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 didick
And you know you gon' get it as hot as I spit it (Yeah)
It's the Rule and nobody wanna be bothered wit
If I hit 'em in every direction with four fifths (Yeah)
Will they spin like 45's with compact discs (come on)
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 (Haha) this all on the dick (Yea)
Like when I come through with spinners on the six
And got bitches bouncin' like Ronnie in Tricks (Yeah)
'Cause some whores in this game really don't make sense (You know)
Bomb proofin' vehicles and clonin' Em's (Hoe ass niggas)
But when bullets go through your film and break your limbs
The horror show begins, picture this (Rule)
Just in case you can't see (Rule) it, it's Murda again

[Chorus]
NIGGAS!
Grip the iron and keep it cocked
BITCHES!
Rub ya clit get that pussy hot
'Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin' it like us come on what y'all want?
NIGGAS!
Grip the iron and keep it cocked
BITCHES!
Rub ya 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 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 only real nigga left rappin' this ????
If I could be one of the seasons, you'd call me summer
The way I bang the heater out the back of the Hummer
The bull just move like runners from city block to city block
Layin' down the foundation for what's really hot
Y'all niggas really not on my level (come on)
I'm like slugs when they pierce the metal, you see sparks (what)
My voice is a brush, they hear it it's like art
And nobody can really tell the twins apart
I call one Nina, other one Santa Maria
I might roll up on your set, dump and lean ya
My bitch is cocked to bang men in Virginia
Don't make me run up on ya, put a few in ya

[Chorus]
NIGGAS!
Grip the iron and keep it cocked
BITCHES!
Rub ya clit get that pussy hot
'Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin' it like us come on what y'all want?
NIGGAS!
Grip the iron and keep it cocked
BITCHES!
Rub ya clit keep that pussy hot
'Cause it's all about sex, (yeah) money, and murder, bitches (yeah) that burn ya, niggas with burners (yo)
Cocked and let go!

[Verse 3]
Murder's outlaw, that guess I get a city's a broads
So I push the Porsche Cayenne truck to court
Holla at the judge if the judge made a bad decision
I feel like the nigga that triggerin' guns wit mittens
It's hard to get done, I'm hearin' that security runs
Around 30K, if they don't get hit wit a A.K
And found out that the security's runnin' another way
Like wit me, it's murder, probably
If I could drop it to manslaughter get a bail and flee
Call my down asses bitch up, let her handle the cook ups
Snow cone the country leave no market untouched
Call me drugs if this is how they pushin' us rappers
But I don't do it 'cause I need it, I do it 'cause I want more
Definition is greed, I do it 'cause I want yours
And y'all niggas is teasin', y'all don't really want war
But if you really do, your gonna need a lot more

[Chorus: x2]
NIGGAS!
Grip the iron and keep it cocked
BITCHES!
Rub ya clit get that pussy hot
'Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin' it like us come on what y'all want?
NIGGAS!
Grip the iron and keep it cocked
BITCHES!
Rub ya 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!
NIGGAS!
Grip the iron and keep it cocked
BITCHES!
Rub ya clit get that pussy hot
'Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin' it like us come on what y'all want?
NIGGAS!
Grip the iron and keep it cocked
BITCHES!
Rub ya 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!

[Outro: Ja Rule]
Faggots, haha (Panna Banana what up)
Yeah (My nigga holla)
Shout out my nigga 01, (I see you nigga) nigga you know what I mean, my nigga Black Child
Big Caddillac (Joe, what up nigga)
My motherfuckin' partner my brother, what up Gotti, you know how we gon' do these niggas (You know)
You ain't gotta pick up no mic either my nigga (That's real)
I got this, I got these niggas Gotti (I got these niggas Gotti, I got these niggas Gotti)
Holla back nigga
Ha ha ha ha (ha)
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh
My nigga Burns in the buildin' (Everybody in the motherfuckin' buildin')
Blow sumthin' up nigga
Yeah