The Manual Lyrics - R.u.l.e. - Ja Rule

[Ja Rule] 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

You talk too much shit 

You know niggaz always talkin bout bitches ain't shit 

Money over bitches 

But give all our money to the bitches any fuckin way 

(I love my bitch) So I'ma send some love out 

to the bitches, holla 

[Verse One] 

Shit, here's somethin to remember 

When we met that day in September 

But, you've been gone since November 

Had to finish out yo' 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 niggaz 

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 wood can 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 witchu 

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[Chorus: Ja Rule] 

Niggaz need to read the man-you-al 

To separate your housewife from a hoe 

Cause there's no rules to this shit here 

Am I makin myself clear? 

What she don't know won't hurt her why'all 

So keep big pimpin on the low 

Cause there's no rules to what I do 

And I know, hoes need love too 

[Verse Two] 

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

And all men are dogs cause we just want to fuck 

Sundown to sun up, one up on a hoe 

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

From L-A-X to Heathrow, I'm one of them niggaz 

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, living amongst 

these thieves hoes and hustlers, I'm diggin what's next 

She had a studio apartment in the projects 

With her and her girl from D.C. used to bus checks 

And hold the coke, her niggaz ain't sold yet 

In hopes the copes don't know about all this 

Shiiiiit, for all that you go through 

Just want to let you know, hoes need love too 

Photos 

[Chorus] 

[Verse Three] 

Fake nails, fake breasts, fake eyes too 

It's oh-four, and that's kinda what we used to 

But you don't holla back like you used to, but I ain't mad at cha 

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

I remember when you was down in Atlanta 

Workin gentlemen's clubs and you didn't even know what a gentlemen was 

Forty to love and I want to serve 

That body like Serena's with less curves 

But actions speak louder than words, and you gettin your money 

Mami every month, 15th and 1st 

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 on 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 witchu 

[Chorus - repeat 2X] 

[Ja Rule] 

Ha ha ha, yeah, Rule