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[Intro]
Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that’s okay
‘Cause I don’t like y’all anyway
Man, I don’t like y’all anyway
Fuck all y’all!
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, BOW! What up, homie?
Them bitches who don’t know me, they wanna blow me
‘Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me

[Verse 1]
I came in the rap humble, I don’t give a fuck now
I’ll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Coke price go up, capsules come down
The Ds run in my crib, I’m nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for me, they don’t even stash tracs
They keep ’em on ’em, right there in they ass crack (Yeah!)
When I don’t like a nigga, I don’t pretend to
I’ll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu
Look, I ain’t going nowhere so get used to me
OG’s look at me and see I’m what they used to be
I’m that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap
The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
Nigga ain’t in his right mind going against me
My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (Woo!)

[Hook]
Scream, “Murda,” I don’t believe you
“Murda,” fuck around and leave you
“Murda,” I don’t believe you
“Murda, murda,” your life’s on the line

[Bridge]
Y’all niggas don’t want no part of me
Y’all tryna figure out how y’all started me
You gon’ make me catch you on a late night
Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six

[Verse 2]
I’m not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random
Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I’m handsome
I hate to hear “He say, she say” shit
Unless he say she said she on my dick
It’s no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (Blat!)
Do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up
You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front
I stay with the Mac ’cause niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood, they like, “Damn, 50 really spit it on ’em”
“You heard that shit?” “Yeah, 50 really shitted on ’em”
Beef—you don’t want none, so don’t start none
You’re just a small player in this game—play your part, son

[Hook]
Scream, “Murda,” I don’t believe you
“Murda,” fuck around and leave you
“Murda,” I don’t believe you
“Murda, murda,” your life’s on the line

[Verse 3]
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
That’s why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (Yeah!)
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
NASCAR, truck with a crash bar
And TVs in the dash, pa
See ’em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (Hahaha)
I catch stunts when I ain’t trying, I ain’t lying
I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up
Get outta line, I get you hit up (Woo!)
Now if you say my name in your rhyme
You better watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here’s a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars
50, um… Jay-Z and Nas
I’ma say this shit now and never again
We ain’t buddies, we ain’t partners, and we damn sure ain’t friends
The games you playing—you get killed like that
Acting like you all hard—you ain’t built like that
See me when you see me, nigga! WHAT!

[Hook]
Scream, “Murda,” I don’t believe you
“Murda,” fuck around and leave you
“Murda,” I don’t believe you
“Murda, murda,” your life’s on the line

[Bridge]
Y’all niggas don’t want no parts of me
You tryna figure out how y’all started me
You gon’ make me catch you on a late night
Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six

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This track is originally from the mixtape Power Of The Dollar, but was later added on to Get Rich Or Die Tryin’ as a bonus cut.

One of the first – and most devastating – darts thrown in the long feud between 50 Cent and Ja Rule.

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Power of the Dollar (2000)
50 Cent
1.
Intro (Power of the Dollar)
2.
The Hit
3.
The Good Die Young
4.
Corner Bodega (Coke Spot)
5.
Life’s on the Line (Ja Rule Diss)
6.
That Ain’t Gangsta
7.
As the World Turns
8.
Ghetto Qu’ran (Forgive Me)
9.
Da Repercussions
10.
Money by Any Means
11.
Material Girl 2000
12.
Thug Love
13.
Slow Doe
14.
Gun Runners
15.
You Ain’t No Gangsta
16.
Power of the Dollar
17.
I’m a Hustler
18.
How to Rob
19.
Da Heatwave
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Credits
Produced By
Terence Dudley
Written By
Terence Dudley & 50 Cent
Copyright ©
Aftermath Entertainment, Interscope Records & Shady Records
Phonographic Copyright ℗
Aftermath Entertainment, Interscope Records & Shady Records
Label
Aftermath Entertainment, Interscope Records & Shady Records
Performance Rights
ASCAP
Publisher
EMI Music Publishing Group, Universal Music Group, 50 Cent Music Publishing, Kobalt Music, EMI April Music & Foot Boogie
Mixing Engineer
Rich Travali & Terence Dudley
Recording Engineer
Commissioner Gordon & Ted Wohlsen
Mastering Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Release Date
October 12, 2000
Songs That Sample Life’s on the Line (Ja Rule Diss)
It’s Just Us and the Gunz (Intro) by DJ Green Lantern & Token Sway in the Morning Freestyle by Sway in the Morning (Ft. Token)
Life’s on the Line (Ja Rule Diss) Interpolations
Your Life’s on the Line (Alternate Version) by 50 Cent & Nigga Bridges by Onyx
Songs That Interpolate Life’s on the Line (Ja Rule Diss)
Get In My Car by 50 Cent, Legggo by Meek Mill (Ft. Peedi Crakk & Young Chris), Murda Land vs. Dark Lyfe by URLtv (Ft. Brizz Rawsteen, Calicoe, Murda Mook & T-Top) & Poor Lil Rich by 50 Cent
Life’s on the Line (Ja Rule Diss) Remixes
Your Life’s On The Line by Daniel Monroe
View Life’s on the Line (Ja Rule Diss) samples
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Gangsta Rap
New York
East Coast
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[Intro]
Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that’s okay
‘Cause I don’t like y’all anyway
Man, I don’t like y’all anyway
Fuck all y’all!
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, BOW! What up, homie?
Them bitches who don’t know me, they wanna blow me
‘Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me

[Verse 1]
I came in the rap humble, I don’t give a fuck now
I’ll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Coke price go up, capsules come down
The Ds run in my crib, I’m nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for me, they don’t even stash tracs
They keep ’em on ’em, right there in they ass crack (Yeah!)
When I don’t like a nigga, I don’t pretend to
I’ll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu
Look, I ain’t going nowhere so get used to me
OG’s look at me and see I’m what they used to be
I’m that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap
The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
Nigga ain’t in his right mind going against me
My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (Woo!)

[Hook]
Scream, “Murda,” I don’t believe you
“Murda,” fuck around and leave you
“Murda,” I don’t believe you
“Murda, murda,” your life’s on the line

[Bridge]
Y’all niggas don’t want no part of me
Y’all tryna figure out how y’all started me
You gon’ make me catch you on a late night
Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six

[Verse 2]
I’m not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random
Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I’m handsome
I hate to hear “He say, she say” shit
Unless he say she said she on my dick
It’s no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (Blat!)
Do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up
You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front
I stay with the Mac ’cause niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood, they like, “Damn, 50 really spit it on ’em”
“You heard that shit?” “Yeah, 50 really shitted on ’em”
Beef—you don’t want none, so don’t start none
You’re just a small player in this game—play your part, son

[Hook]
Scream, “Murda,” I don’t believe you
“Murda,” fuck around and leave you
“Murda,” I don’t believe you
“Murda, murda,” your life’s on the line

[Verse 3]
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
That’s why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (Yeah!)
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
NASCAR, truck with a crash bar
And TVs in the dash, pa
See ’em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (Hahaha)
I catch stunts when I ain’t trying, I ain’t lying
I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up
Get outta line, I get you hit up (Woo!)
Now if you say my name in your rhyme
You better watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here’s a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars
50, um… Jay-Z and Nas
I’ma say this shit now and never again
We ain’t buddies, we ain’t partners, and we damn sure ain’t friends
The games you playing—you get killed like that
Acting like you all hard—you ain’t built like that
See me when you see me, nigga! WHAT!

[Hook]
Scream, “Murda,” I don’t believe you
“Murda,” fuck around and leave you
“Murda,” I don’t believe you
“Murda, murda,” your life’s on the line

[Bridge]
Y’all niggas don’t want no parts of me
You tryna figure out how y’all started me
You gon’ make me catch you on a late night
Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six

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