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Ja Rule connects with Fat Joe and Jadakiss in this ode to “New York” with a chorus that pays homage to KRS-One’s chorus from the 1990 Boogie Down Productions track “100 Guns.” The song was released as the second single from Ja Rule’s sixth album, R.U.L.E., and peaked at #27 on the Billboard Hot 100 and #10 on the Hot Rap Songs chart. Ja, Joe, and Jada—along with producers Cool & Dre—came back together to produce a “New York” sequel for DJ Khaled’s 2007 album We the Best.

Ja’s verse was seen as a diss to 50 Cent, who later dissed Ja, Joe, and Jada on the track “Piggy Bank.”

Fat Joe talked about the original “New York” track in an interview with Complex:

Well, that’s my favorite record I ever did. First of all, it was my record. Ja was trying to come back, and I just told you how he saved my life with ‘What’s Luv’ [after Pun died]. So I gave it to him, and I was like, ‘Yo, my nigga, this is crazy.’ And at the time I think I was just cocky, like I just make hits like it’s a joke. Like, ‘Ahh, here, I’ll make another one tomorrow.’

But it was the fact that it was [all about] New York. I mean, when we shot that video, there was like five or ten thousand people in the streets. The vibe was stupid! To this day, that’s the track I’m most proud of, in my whole rap career.

We kind of gassed Jadakiss to get involved, but I never knew it would get him into a beef with 50 Cent. I never knew ‘New York’ would get me into a beef with 50 Cent. […] And over the years, it turned so much into wrestling, like WWF, that I was like, ‘Alright, I get it.’ But at the time, I had never been disrespected in my life, so I didn’t know how to take it.

[Intro: Dre]
This is, this is…
This is, this is…
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga I’m from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits
Next time if you talk (you talk)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga I’m from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits
Next time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
Y’all niggas is pussy, punani, vagina
Your monologue’s getting tired, now it’s time to ride
Apprentice you’re fired, you’re no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
I’m on fire; Harley dipped in octane
Let East Coast bang, let West Coast bang
And Rule gon’ bring the ghetto gospel
To every hood possible, pushing through in the sky blue
Back with the Gods, you now, preferably the four pound
Slugs flying at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggas that’s running their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggas to run in your house
I don’t really understand what the running’s about
But we’re hunters, we take pride in airing our prey out
Leaving ’em layed out, dead, in just a sport
‘Cause we ain’t playing up here in New York
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I’m from New York (New York)
And you can tell the way the homie spit
That nigga, I’m from New York (New York)
I got a hundred ways to make a grip
Yes, I’m from New York (New York)
And you can tell I get real ignorant
‘Cause nigga, I’m from New York (New York)
(And this is how we do)

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Nigga, I can see the coke in your nose
This ain’t a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to find God
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I’d much rather find a menage
And everybody talking crazy how they’re AK spit
But we done did some investigating, and they ain’t spray shit
Not me, I’m the truth, homie, got the industry shook like
“Naw, nigga, Joe gon’ let ’em loose on me”
True Story, I’m bringing the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to Lean Back
My nigga Dre said, “grind, Cook”
Now we killing them hard
Niggas said I must’ve found Pun’s rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook Coke Crack, niggas fiend for that
And you already know the X is where the team be at, uhh
[Chorus: Jadakiss]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I’m from New York (New York)
Ruff Ryde, and D-Block and shit
Nigga, fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you can’t take shit for granted
‘Cause life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I’m from New York
(HA-HAAAEEH! And this is how we do)

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
I swear it couldn’t be sweeter, life’s a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
It’s guaranteed you gon’ die, you might get missed
For maybe two or three hours, ’til they light they spliffs
And that coke will get you a long time
But when I let ’em know the dope is out, it’s like America Online
Wise has awoken, and you know they say that you deserved it
Whenever you die with your eyes open
I still hold the title, ’cause I’m in the hood
Like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids hoppin’ out with them old rifles
Just doing shit for nothin’, it’s so spiteful, ha, I’m just like you
Word that niggas wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of ‘gac and the purple is in the air
And I’m not cocky, I’m confident
So when you tell me I’m the best it’s a compliment
HA-HAAAEEH!
[Chorus/Outro: Ja Rule, Fat Joe, (Jadakiss) & All]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I’m from New York, New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit
That nigga I’m from New York, New York
(I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I’m from New York, New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits
Next time if you talk, you talk
(And this is how we do)

Ja Rule connects with Fat Joe and Jadakiss in this ode to “New York” with a chorus that pays homage to KRS-One’s chorus from the 1990 Boogie Down Productions track “100 Guns.” The song was released as the second single from Ja Rule’s sixth album, R.U.L.E., and peaked at #27 on the Billboard Hot 100 and #10 on the Hot Rap Songs chart. Ja, Joe, and Jada—along with producers Cool & Dre—came back together to produce a “New York” sequel for DJ Khaled’s 2007 album We the Best.

Ja’s verse was seen as a diss to 50 Cent, who later dissed Ja, Joe, and Jada on the track “Piggy Bank.”

Fat Joe talked about the original “New York” track in an interview with Complex:

Well, that’s my favorite record I ever did. First of all, it was my record. Ja was trying to come back, and I just told you how he saved my life with ‘What’s Luv’ [after Pun died]. So I gave it to him, and I was like, ‘Yo, my nigga, this is crazy.’ And at the time I think I was just cocky, like I just make hits like it’s a joke. Like, ‘Ahh, here, I’ll make another one tomorrow.’

But it was the fact that it was [all about] New York. I mean, when we shot that video, there was like five or ten thousand people in the streets. The vibe was stupid! To this day, that’s the track I’m most proud of, in my whole rap career.

We kind of gassed Jadakiss to get involved, but I never knew it would get him into a beef with 50 Cent. I never knew ‘New York’ would get me into a beef with 50 Cent. […] And over the years, it turned so much into wrestling, like WWF, that I was like, ‘Alright, I get it.’ But at the time, I had never been disrespected in my life, so I didn’t know how to take it.

[Intro: Dre]
This is, this is…
This is, this is…
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga I’m from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits
Next time if you talk (you talk)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga I’m from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits
Next time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
Y’all niggas is pussy, punani, vagina
Your monologue’s getting tired, now it’s time to ride
Apprentice you’re fired, you’re no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
I’m on fire; Harley dipped in octane
Let East Coast bang, let West Coast bang
And Rule gon’ bring the ghetto gospel
To every hood possible, pushing through in the sky blue
Back with the Gods, you now, preferably the four pound
Slugs flying at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggas that’s running their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggas to run in your house
I don’t really understand what the running’s about
But we’re hunters, we take pride in airing our prey out
Leaving ’em layed out, dead, in just a sport
‘Cause we ain’t playing up here in New York
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I’m from New York (New York)
And you can tell the way the homie spit
That nigga, I’m from New York (New York)
I got a hundred ways to make a grip
Yes, I’m from New York (New York)
And you can tell I get real ignorant
‘Cause nigga, I’m from New York (New York)
(And this is how we do)

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Nigga, I can see the coke in your nose
This ain’t a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to find God
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I’d much rather find a menage
And everybody talking crazy how they’re AK spit
But we done did some investigating, and they ain’t spray shit
Not me, I’m the truth, homie, got the industry shook like
“Naw, nigga, Joe gon’ let ’em loose on me”
True Story, I’m bringing the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to Lean Back
My nigga Dre said, “grind, Cook”
Now we killing them hard
Niggas said I must’ve found Pun’s rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook Coke Crack, niggas fiend for that
And you already know the X is where the team be at, uhh
[Chorus: Jadakiss]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I’m from New York (New York)
Ruff Ryde, and D-Block and shit
Nigga, fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you can’t take shit for granted
‘Cause life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I’m from New York
(HA-HAAAEEH! And this is how we do)

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
I swear it couldn’t be sweeter, life’s a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
It’s guaranteed you gon’ die, you might get missed
For maybe two or three hours, ’til they light they spliffs
And that coke will get you a long time
But when I let ’em know the dope is out, it’s like America Online
Wise has awoken, and you know they say that you deserved it
Whenever you die with your eyes open
I still hold the title, ’cause I’m in the hood
Like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids hoppin’ out with them old rifles
Just doing shit for nothin’, it’s so spiteful, ha, I’m just like you
Word that niggas wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of ‘gac and the purple is in the air
And I’m not cocky, I’m confident
So when you tell me I’m the best it’s a compliment
HA-HAAAEEH!
[Chorus/Outro: Ja Rule, Fat Joe, (Jadakiss) & All]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I’m from New York, New York
And you can tell the way the homie spit
That nigga I’m from New York, New York
(I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips
Nigga, I’m from New York, New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits
Next time if you talk, you talk
(And this is how we do)