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The Manual

Ja Rule•Official Audio (YouTube API)

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Yeah, yeah, yeah

Let me talk to 'em and shit

You know niggas always talkin' 'bout bitches ain't shit

Money over bitches

We give all our money to the bitches they ain't fuckin' with

(I love my bitches)

So I'ma send some love out, you know

To the bitches, hahahaha

Shit

Here's somethin' to remember

When we met that day in September

But, you been gone since November

Had to finish out your last college semester

Her major: brokerage investor

She probably go broke tryin' to invest her

Time and money in somethin' that she call love

'Cause she love fuckin' with thug niggas

That always get high and had to be drug dealers

Eventually she hooked up with some hood bitches

The hood bitches turned her on to strippin'

Now the gettin' is good and it's well understood

That money on the ward could make things get harder

Be glad I'm not a pimp, if I was, I'd charge ya

But for all that you go through

Just thought I'd let you know, hoes need love too

I'm fuckin' with you

Niggas need to read the manual

To separate your housewife from a ho

'Cause there's no rules to this shit here

Am I makin' myself clear?

What she don't know won't hurt at all

So keep big pimpin' on the low

'Cause there's no rules to what I do

And I know hoes need love too

You know what they say, right? Bitches ain't shit

And all men are dogs 'cause we just wanna fuck

Sun down to sun up, one up on the ho

I might go down on the low, that's just me though

From LAX to Heathrow

I'm one of them niggas that really doesn't need no

Introduction, when I met her she was girl interrupted

Grew up, became a woman not to be trusted

Frustrated and flustered

Livin' amongst these thieves, hoes, and hustlers

I'm thinkin' what's next

She had a studio apartment in the projects

Where her and her girl from D.C. used to bust checks

And hold the coke her niggas ain't sold yet

In hopes the cops don't know about all this

Shit, for all that you go through

Just wanna let you know, hoes need love too

Niggas need to read the manual

To separate your housewife from a ho

'Cause there's no rules to this shit here

Am I makin' myself clear?

What she don't know won't hurt at all

So keep big pimpin' on the low

'Cause there's no rules to what I do

And I know hoes need love too

Fake nails, fake breasts, fake eyes too

It's '04 and that's kinda what we used to

Plus you don't holler back like you used to

But I ain't mad at ya

I'm happy for a bitch even if I can't have her

I remember when you was down in Atlanta workin' gentlemen's club

And you didn't even know what a gentleman was

40 To love and I wanna serve

That body like Serena's with less curves

But actions speak louder than words

And you gettin' your money, mami, every month, fifteenth and first

Shit could be worse, you could be in the struggle

Or born with no ass and have nothin' to hustle

Go on, flex your muscle, 'cause that ain't the case, is it?

Go and get your paper, keep flossin' on these bitches

'Cause for all that you go through

Just thought I'd let you know, hoes need love too

I'm fuckin' with you

Niggas need to read the manual

To separate your housewife from a ho

'Cause there's no rules to this shit here

Am I makin' myself clear?

What she don't know won't hurt at all

So keep big pimpin' on the low

'Cause there's no rules to what I do

And I know hoes need love too

Niggas need to read the manual

To separate your housewife from a ho

'Cause there's no rules to this shit here

Am I makin' myself clear?

What she don't know won't hurt at all

So keep big pimpin' on the low

'Cause there's no rules to what I do

And I know hoes need love too

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