[Intro: Eminem & Hailie]
Hailie, what do you wanna be when you grow up, baby?
I don't know... but I don't wanna grow up to be like Ja Rule's little dirty-ass kids
A-ha!
Yeah!
C'm' on!
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit!
Hailie! (What?!) Come here, baby! Bring Daddy his Oscar! (Okay)
We're gonna shove it up Ja Rule's ass!

[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]
I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple
I'm quick to murder ink with lead
And I ain't talkin' 'bout a pencil!
Look at what the fuck you done got into!
I see you found your niche, you're just a bitch with a menstrual!
Claimin' you a murderer, and you spelt it wrong
You put “E” before the “D” because that's all you on!
You're on Pac's dick (Bitch), you're a replica guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by! (For real)
All you do is cry! Bitch, keep it real!
Life is more than imitatin' n***as and eatin' pills (Ha!)
And what kind of motherfucker ruins three deals
That another n***a got you? They didn't see skills!
And I ain't playin', you're a brother gettin' cheated!
And Ja Rule be prayin' on his cover, ‘cause he need it!
And all you n***as hatin', shut your mouths!
It's just that real n***as ain't buyin' that shit y'all put out!
[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
Do-Re-Mi—but we don't sing, muhfuckas!
So Murder Inc, do your thing, muhfuckas!
You unleashed on a team
Who expects nothin' less than R&B coming from that regime?
"Regime" is a little extreme
Neck and neck with soldiers, muhfuckin' Marines!
Ja sold his soul to sing!
Weave eye-witness team on the TV screen, chase the greed!
Now that you've embraced the green
Don't fuck with the triple beams!
You's a motherfuckin' actor, slash Pac impersonating rapper
Slash Billie Holiday–how it happen?
Artist and repertoire saw him in action
Pac assassination, Def Jam grabbed him!
Told him, "Reenact him, you go platinum!"
They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur
Don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins's reenactin' her boy
So I'm click-clackin' this toy, mash and destroy!
Shady slash Aftermath and Detroit, motherfucker!
Yeah!

[Chorus: Eminem]
Do-re-mi, fa-so-la-ti-da (Yeah!)
Don't blame me ‘cause your washed up, lost your spot (Your reign is over!)
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa (Ha!)
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac (Ja, come out the rain!)
Don't hate me, 'cause I'm too hot and you're not
Shootin' at me with the only shot you got
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop
(Kuniva!)
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Now, we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugs!
To the grievance and the crying and the intimate hugs!
We don't take you serious, n***a, you shook!
You half of a half-way crook, get off X dick, go sing a hook, n***a!
And you can't replace the late great one
And when you gone, you only gon' be the late fake one!
N***a, please, stick to the script!
Before the guns, stick to the clip!
And, Benzino, you ain't shit but a bitch! (Bitch)
Fuckin' old-ass, ignorant, innocent-lookin' senior citizen
Built up, slap you like Grimace, all sensitive
Wait a minute, hold on:
Is it me, or do he look like a banana with braids and clothes on?
A bitch-made man; now, how you gonna connect
With them short ass arms, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex?
You n***as can scream, holler and curse
Go ahead, respond and pull that pen and pad up outta your purse!

[Verse 4: Proof]
Slim didn't send Proof to get at the wankstas
He told me to let loose and spit at the gangstas
What up, Gotti? And this little war you pushed on
Put your ear to the ground for Stuckey and Bush Stones
What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real n***as?
Roll like a boss in the streets, they still feel us!
It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept
You talking nonsense to walking bomb threats!
Contact was blown by Benzetta in The Source
Threaten at the boss, you gon' see me on your porch!
Now Irv got the nerve to try to serve on us
But Detroit n***as early and ain't scurred to bust!
[Verse 5: Kon Artist]
Word to my n***a Bugz, punks like you get beat up!
Stomped unconscious and smacked with the heater!
This rap cookie monster get jabbed in the tonsils with dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina!
Who's behind ya?! Cadillac, Pac or that transvestite
That dress like a Lil Kim fox?!
You're just like a little windbox!
When I press tight on the trigger of this Glock!
Now, swallow that little shit you got left to help you eat!
You knock Pac's songs without love will help you sleep!
You got shot in your video tryna mock Pac!
You're “Mockaveli”, get your own identity!
Yeah!

[Chorus: Eminem]
Doe-rae-me, fa-so-la-ti-da (Don't you never say my little girl's name in a song again!)
Don't blame me ‘cause your washed up, lost your spot
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa (Fuckin' punk-pussy bitch!)
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac (I'll fuck you up, boy!)
Don't hate me, (Never!) 'cause I'm too hot and you're not (Don't you never in your motherfuckin' life!)
Shootin' at me with the only shot you got (Choke the shit out you, you little motherfuckin' midget!)
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop (Hailie'll whip your motherfuckin' ass!)

[Outro: Obie Trice]
Yeah!
That's right, motherfuckers!
Shady Records! What you know about it?!
Fuck Benzino!
Fuck Ja Rule!
N***a!
This Obie Trice right here talkin' to you, motherfuckers!
Ja Rule punk ass!
Yeah!
Fuckin' Soul 4 Real ass!
N***a, that's Soul 4 Rea!..
That's the n***a from Soul 4 Real!
Candy Rain-ass n***a, he got a deal, now he rappin'!
You don't know what's...
Faggot-ass motherfuckers!
Get money to all my real n***as, man!
Obie Trice!
D12!
G-Unit!
50 Cent!
Hailie Jade!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

[Outro: Hailie and Eminem]
Daddy, is Ja Rule taller than me?
No, honey, you, guys, are the same size
Ha-ha-ha-ha