Ja Rule - The Manual Lyrics
[Ja Rule]Yeah, yeah, yeahYou talk too much shitYou know niggaz always talkin bout *****es ain't shitMoney over *****esBut give all our money to the *****es any *****in way(I love my *****) So I'ma send some love outto the *****es, holla[Verse One]Shit, here's somethin to rememberWhen we met that day in SeptemberBut, you've been gone since NovemberHad to finish out yo' last college semesterHer major - brokerage investorShe probably go broke tryin to invest hertime and money in somethin that she call loveCause, she love *****in with thug niggazThat alwasy get high and had to be drug dealersEventually, she hooked up with some hood *****esThe hood *****es turned her on to strippinNow the, gettin is good and it's well understoodThat money on the wood can make things get harderBe glad I'm not a pimp, if I was I'd charge yaBut for all that you go through, just thought I'd let you knowHoes need love too, I'm *****in witchu[Chorus: Ja Rule]Niggaz need to read the man-u-alTo seperate your housewife from a hoeCause there's no rules to this shit hereAm I makin myself clear?What she don't know won't hurt her y'allSo keep big pimpin on the lowCause there's no rules to what I doAnd I know, hoes need love too[Verse Two]You know what they say right? *****es ain't shitAnd all men are dogs cause we just wanna *****Sundown to sun up, one up on a hoeI might go down on the low, that's just me thoughFrom L-A-X to Heathrow, I'm one of them niggazthat really doesn't need no, introductionWhen I met her she was "Girl, Interrupted"Grew up became a woman not to be trustedFrustrated and flustered, living amongstthese thieves hoes and hustlers, I'm diggin what's nextShe had a studio apartment in the projectsWith her and her girl from D.C. used to bus checksAnd hold the coke, her niggaz ain't sold yetIn hopes the copes don't know about all thisShiiiiit, for all that you go throughJust wanna let you know, hoes need love too[Chorus][Verse Three]Fake nails, fake breasts, fake eyes tooIt's oh-four, and that's kinda what we used toBut you don't holla back like you used to, but I ain't mad at chaI'm happy for a *****, even if I can't have herI remember when you was down in AtlantaWorkin gentlemen's clubs and you didn't even know what a gentlemen wasForty to love and I wanna serveThat body like Serena's with less curvesBut actions speak louder than words, and you gettin your moneyMami every month, 15th and 1stShit could be worse, you could be in the struggleOr born with no ass and have nothin to hustleGo on flex your muscle, cause that ain't the case is it?Go on get your paper keep flossin on these *****esCause for all that you go throughJust thought I'd let you know, hoes need love too, I'm *****in witchu[Chorus - repeat 2X][Ja Rule]Ha ha ha, yeah, Rule
