Ja Rule Loose Change (Eminem Diss) Lyrics

ja-rule talkin'/yellin':
these f__got a__ n*ggas, ay yo buck, word to m____
yo they had young malcolm silenced too long baby!!! they can't f___in'
hold me down n____!!! tha f___ these n*ggas thought?!
it's tha i-n-c n*ggas, it's murda. m.i.b. n*gga. murda inc bosters!
m____fuckas! ja-rule. (laughs) ayo buck. turn this s___ up in my
m____fuckin' head phones. turn me up n*ggas.
f___ these f__gats. (laughs) it's real n*gga. yeah, it's real.
ayo word ta motha- f___ you loose change!!! you f__got!!!
feminem ima set you straight, you b____!!!

how many n*ggas holdin' heat like rule? side arm, barrel in mouth
blow ya head out from tha south
& then if little j get ta airin' you out
& if there's any change, left, i'll toss ya on down ta tha west
& let tha row ride down on ya, ka-lee-fawn-nya(very 2pac-est)
'love is whut you craved' shown on your grave
it's gon' read, hear lies 50, who snitched on meinie
that half a dollar that nickled & dimed & dapped like penny
& murda inc. will send their deepest condolences & sympathies
to aftermath & shady, interscope & jimmy
iovine, ya know, your team, they really some pee ons
gettin' peed on & leant on.
i'm talkin' 'bout f__got a__ gay dre young
& she tooold me-all about how you used to take transvestites home
& occasionally wear thongs
no wonder feminem be cross dressin' in pumps & tight little dresses
my pumps they leave big messes
& i know tha truth hurts when i bus' weapons
betta love tha s__es
is that a woman or a man, i really don't care to stand
but 50, you gon' get shot again
by the m-u-r-d-e-r inc.
i'm tha rappa that sings, totes guns & blings
& these feds? can't discuss it. just like these violatin'as
usin' these [someone soundin' like irv yells all ova ja's vocals w/ a "f___ you lighty!"] cryin' b____ to russel like

[beat changes to "made you look"by nas]

'they shootin!' ah chris you shook
& got bust rhymin' tha same old hook like
'they shootin'!' i ain't shoot up ya land
i oughta put ya in tha corona van
like my n____ jay ta *mwaa* [can't make it out]
we should be together like carl when i clap at ya broads
& em whut's tha doo rag for?
you neva gon' have waves, you neva gon' know Black pain
but you gon' be tha 1st white rappa slain
just get your money mayne
tha inc. is runnin' thangs, hide out with loose change
& you n____, ahm a send you to mommie
ya strict, notice from gotti to hide tha body
& dre, ya day's commin' too. 'cause i got a team of misfits
who squat & handle they business
cuz, ahm shootin! at all ya n____s
& little mo', yu just one of them b____es
that ain't had a hot song in how long? neva
your betta off with a d___ in ya mouth. shut up!
em, ya claim ya m____'s a crack head & kim is a known s___
so whut's halie gon' be when she grows up?

murrrr-daaaaa!! y'all know what it is?!
murrrr-daaaaa!! y'all know what it be?!
murrrr-daaaaa!! y'all know what it is?!
murrrr-daaaaa!! i-n-c