Interpret:

Ja Rule

Album:

Exodus

I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me 


[Hook] 
How dare these niggaz try to fuckin hate on me 
Come out and make records sound just like me 
But nobody does this here quite like me 
Now let me tell a little something 'bout me 
Pops tags, things fresh to death like me 
Who pulls more whips out the stash than me 
Y'all bitches wanna ride, c'mon it's on me 
I guess it's my time, all eyes is on me 


[Verse one] 
Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule 
Talk some shit to get they name on the news 
Papers, haters never pay they dues 
Always got to be in somebdy shoes 
Walk with me, or ride this on Bentley 
With the rims you can sit in 
Or the Enzo with them TV's that's hidden 
I stay in menages with various women 
Huh, I'm just kiddin' that's not how I'm livin' 
The realest, the nigga in the realest state 
I got real estates in different states, go figure 
Cause I ain't singing you'se a +Gold Digger+ 
But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' with no broke niggaz+ 
That's why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS 
We on the point your voice sound like sex, yes 
There's no real way to stop me, that's why y'all copy 
I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me 


[Hook] 


[Verse two] 
Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you better come on in 
Relax a while, sip on hypno and henn 
I like your style, you're so old school 
In them Sasson Vidals, fiftyfour eleven 
Reebok classics Remind me of '87 when 
Niggaz was playing with blocks like little kids and 
Even though we men we still big wheelin' 
Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceilings 
All of the art of drug-dealin' cause every mil 
Is two for me, when it's all tax-free 
Pray for God's children, all except for me 
I'mma walk in the path the Lord has paved for me 
One foot at a time, niggaz follow my footsteps 
Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints 
Man, y'all motherfuckers can't stop me, that's why y'all copy 
I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me 


[Hook] 


[Verse three] 
I know what niggaz to do right, can't do no wrong 
And everything's alright, then lyrically goes wrong 
No part to piss in, no shoulder to cry on 
You get to thinkin' why can't we let by-gones be by-gones 
Rule the icon, who killed the industry like iPods 
Had these niggaz runnin' like track stars 
Except runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods 
Loadin' my trey-duece for them niggaz that act hood 
Ridin' my six-duece uptown, I'm so hood 
Bitches love the coupes when them doors swing upwards 
Money long, I'm putting from the green like T-Woods 
?? is not to be confused with white good 
White gold should never be percieved as platinum 
And cubic-zirconia never gon' shine like diamonds 
Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they still not me 
Y'all bitch niggaz ain't fuckin' with me 


[Hook]