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Ja Rule – It’s Murda ft Jay-Z & DMX

It's Murda by Ja Rule


Highly Talented American legendary rapper and songwriter, Ja Rule teams up with Jay-Z and DMX to create this song tagged “It’s Murda”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Venni Vetti Vecci” was officially released on 1 June 1999.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

Listen up below!.



Urrrrrrr, 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!


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 an extra set of eyes so I keep my dog with me

Doctor says, “Let them die,” said 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 turning into murderers

Since you couldn’t fuck with a third of us

But still against me and wanna see me in the box

Grilling me all crazy when you see me and The LOX

Leave you Red like Foxx, ain’t nothing funny about that

I see you in a coma, 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



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 odd pump leave you fucked up in your car

Slumped, Kennedy-style with your memory out

What the fuck y’all want?

Daddi-o with the calico

Let the gatty blow leave you bleeding on your patio

I leave rivals on their 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


I’m a murderer, murdering anything that moves, seeing I, 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 marchin’

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