Ja Rule – Kill Em All (ft. Jay-Z) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics and watch the video to Ja Rule’s 1999 “Kill Em All” song featuring Jay-Z. The song was produced by Self Service & Irv Gotti.

Ja Rule Kill Em All

It’s sad to say, but time has not been kind to Ja Rule’s legacy. Unfortunately, his longstanding and bitter feud with 50 Cent, Eminem, and Dr. Dre played a pivotal role in facilitating his fall from grace. Still, one must first achieve said grace in order to actually fall from it. For Ja Rule, the climb to the top essentially began in 1999, on June 1st to be exact. It was then he fired off his debut album Venni Vetti Vicci, a project that arose at the pinnacle of a fresh New York wave and featured rappers like Jay-Z, DMX, and Memphis Bleek.

In honour of Ja’s big anniversary, “Kill ‘Em All” feels like the perfect showcase for the occasion. Though the Jay-Z guest appearance may be enticing, the song remains Ja’s showcase through and through, holding it down for three grimy verses; remember, this was an era during which three-verse song structure was the norm. Thankfully, Ja is more than up for the challenge, showcasing a dexterous flow as he fires off bars. “Get this, while taking yours into process, n***a is stressed,” he spits. “Leaving peepholes in your chest, god bless the next that gets laid to rest /
Frustration and stress make me question death.”

Happy twenty-first birthday to Ja Rule’s debut album, and be sure to sound off in the comments. Do you still look back fondly on Ja Rule’s run?

Ja Rule – Kill Em All (ft. Jay-Z) (prod. Self Service & Irv Gotti)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Ja Rule & JAY-Z]
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
What you thought, nigga?
Uh
It’s my nigga, Ja, yo
Respect that
Uh-huh
My nigga
Them niggas get outta pocket
Uh, uh, uh
My niggas need to stop playin’ too
‘Less we hit ’em
Know why?
All my niggas
You gon’ miss
Uh-huh, yo
Top dog, my niggas
You gon’ miss
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
It must be the way that I spit shit
That make you say damn this nigga ridiculous
The way I hit ’em and move, nigga that can’t lose
Inconspicuous incognito niggas ain’t ready
For whoever who has the flow nigga know I spit deadly
Fear me to the day I’m dead on the street with holes in me
The ghettos got love for me ’cause I’ma lay for ’em
Gradually there after
The only fib will be love and disaster
Tears before laughter, but who gon’ cry?
My style be so touchin’ it could wipe yo eye
Pray truce to obvious lies and dead wise guys
And any bitch niggas feel they fuckin with mines
C’mon let’s get it on, to the break in the dawn
Before long, if you wrong, you be dead and gone
And I live on to glorify my name in vain
What you thought motherfuckers, I was playin’? Baby, I hit ’em all

[Chorus: Jay-Z & Ja Rule]
Lord I won’t be denied, I’ma hit ’em, hit ’em
For as long as I’m a alive, I’ma hit ’em, hit ’em
I want my piece of the pie, I’ma hit ’em, hit ’em
Respect mine ’til the date of my demise, baby, I hit ’em all
Thinkin’ it’s a game, I’ma hit ’em, hit ’em
Show ’em I ain’t playin’, I’ma hit ’em, hit ’em
For operatin’ like lanes, I’ma hit ’em, hit ’em
Hit ’em, hit ’em

[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
Baby, I kill ’em all, whatcha wanna do with this
Nigga nothin’, so shut the fuck up
And learn somethin’ see my team can get a whole town gamin’
Give it up we even take the small change
Nigga yeah uh you think my way of life fucked up right?
‘Til you live it and the cash gets to eattin’ at yo spirit
Fear it you be a broke nigga, you near it
You be the next nigga,never have to go back and been it
Cold stares thought you need a killa ’round here
Y’all niggas really have some pitiful ideas
I keep tryin to get this world to see
Hustle hard my mind on that money
My motto to be stack it if you got it for when you get it
Don’t talk about it just be about it, that it
Went all odds against niggas gettin’ rich
Figured to earn a dollar makes sense, baby, I hit ’em all

[Chorus: Jay-Z & Ja Rule]
Lord I won’t be denied, I’ma hit ’em, hit ’em
For as long as I’m a alive, I’ma hit ’em, hit ’em
I want my piece of the pie, I’ma hit ’em, hit ’em
Respect mine ’til the date of my demise, baby, I hit ’em all
Thinkin’ it’s a game, I’ma hit ’em, hit ’em
Show ’em I ain’t playin’, I’ma hit ’em, hit ’em
For operatin’ like lanes, I’ma hit ’em, hit ’em
Hit ’em, hit ’em

[Verse 3: Ja Rule]
Baby, I kill ’em all
Enormous style, comin’ fresh out of Queens (Brooklyn!)
I recognize how my killa cliques gettin’ down
Get this, while takin’ yours into process, niggas is stress
Leavin’ peep holes in yo chest god bless the next that get laid to rest
Frustration and stress make me question death
I wanna shoot all niggas I feel should be shot on the spot
Let ’em rot with lead in their knot
Talk shit, you bitch ass niggs be miss
Smoke weed it give you the heart to proceed
Whatcha game plan you da man
Go for your guns feel no remorse
When I leave your brain and runs
Now settle down get your shit tight
Show respect, move right, and everything is aight
But if you slip, son, that ass is gone
Top Dog motherfuckers recognize
Baby, I’ma hit ’em all

[Chorus: Jay-Z & Ja Rule]
Lord I won’t be denied, I’ma hit ’em, hit ’em
For as long as I’m a alive, I’ma hit ’em, hit ’em
I want my piece of the pie, I’ma hit ’em, hit ’em
Respect mine ’til the date of my demise, baby, I hit ’em all
Thinkin’ it’s a game, I’ma hit ’em, hit ’em
Show ’em I ain’t playin’, I’ma hit ’em, hit ’em
For operatin’ like lanes, I’ma hit ’em, hit ’em
Hit ’em, hit ’em