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producer: ty
fyffe, dat nigga rep, irv gotti, lil rob, dl, da mizza,
mr fingaz
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guests: dmx,
bj, shady, dave bing, ronnie bumps, lil mo, jay-z, memphis
bleek, busta rhymes
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| tracklisting |
| 1. Intro |
| 2. Murderers |
| 3. Dem Niggaz |
| 4. We Don't Give A
Fuck |
| 5. Clowns (skit) |
| 6. Shit Gets Ugly |
| 7. We Murderers Baby |
| 8. Interview With
Vita (skit) |
| 9. Vita, Vita, Vita |
| 10. How Many Wanna
Die |
| 11. Fuck Parole
(skit) |
| 12. We Getting High
Tonight |
| 13. Tales From The
Darkside feat. DMX |
| 14. I Love The Yankees
(skit) |
| 15. Get It Right |
| 16. We Different |
| 17. Remo (skit) |
| 18. Rebels Symphony
feat. BJ |
| 19. Black Or White |
| 20 The 187 Murda Paptist
Church Picnic (skit) |
| 21. If You Were My
Bitch feat. Shady |
| 22. 96R-0709 |
| 23. Crime Scene
feat. Dave Bing, Ronnie Bumps |
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24. Somebody's Gonna
Die Tonight feat. Dave Bing & Lil Mo
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| 25. Holla Holla Remix
feat. Jaÿ-Z, Memphis Bleek, Busta Rhymes |
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Irv Gotti had success
with pushing Ja Rule to the masses. Not only did he
put this kid on the "Can I Get A..." track with Ja˙-Z,
geared with Tupac bandana, a stomach reminiscing of
some over cooked waffles, Ja was destined to be successful.
And hated. And then the album came out and even the
biggest cynic couldn't say much, but give a surprised
nod in his direction. But that was Ja's accomplishment.
His heartfeltness and honesty saved the album. And everything
that prevented that his album sucked is missing here.
Now the keyboards reign supreme and the thugness has
taken over everything that gave Ja's album some respectful
humanity. And by the way, this album clocks in with
astonishing 79 minutes. Many of those should have never
happened. And to complete this full out swing: the Murderers
name is a bunch of crap too.
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"It's that gangsta shit,
right here nigga. It's that shit y'all niggas can't
get with. Fuck all y'all industry clown ass niggas.
Y'all can't get with this shit right here? This is murda
nigga, this shit ain't for you. This if for them niggas
in the street. Them niggas living that everyday fucking
life. This shit is for them. This shit ain't for y'all
industry ass niggas. Y'all niggas can eat a dick all
fucking day nigga. Y'all can't get with this. It's the
I.N.C. nigga". Well, we love you too. This is continuing
for another minute on the "Intro".
And this pretty much sums everything up. But once someone
('sup Ian?) very clever asked me: why can't you enjoy
hip hop with violent content, while you still watch
movies that just about have the same content? Point
taken. And so I will review this with that thought in
mind.
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Aight, "Murderers"
is kinda nice, beatwise. Done by Ty Fyffe and Irv Gotti
is doing what the South has been doing for a while now
(i.e. Mike Dean, etc.). Ja Rule, Black Child and Tah
Murdah trade rhymes, or lines about what things they
could do to your ass if you are not acting right, and
how hard and angry these guys can get. Ja gives this
some relevance with his above the rest lyrics. After
this cut, there's "Dem Niggaz",
produced by Irv Gotti and JB, and again the beat is
aight. Lyrically on the same tip as the track before,
while Ja this time also shows his ugly side. "We
Don't Give A Fuck" then takes the energy
of a Ruff Ryder track and combines it with some old
English Royalty horn, or better, the Rocky theme. This
tries to get the clubs rowdy, but falls short to do
that. Now Ja drops the line " I don't wanna be Wyclef,
I'm trying to build this treasure". Anybody? It's also
remarkable to hear him, cause compared to the rest,
he does sound like a seasoned veteran. "Shit
Gets Ugly" is much more a club track than
the one before. The Lil' Rob and Irv Gotti contribution
is actually tight, and the chorus works in a big way.
Get me the instrumental to this.
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Vita and Ja team up
for "We Murderers Baby".
The beat is weak and Vita is desperately trying to not
sound like Foxy, to catch a flow, any flow or identity,
and ends up sounding like a very good looking model
that can't rhyme to save her live. More of that can
be heard on her solo cut "Vita, Vita, Vita" and the
extraordinary wack hook gives this an even worse feel.
And on the skit that snuggles in between these two cuts,
she tries to act (at least with her voice), and straight
up fails. However, on "Vita,
Vita, Vita", she rhymes "I spit it sick like
Lupus / each bar making it hard for you to dupe this
/ and the truth is I'm nothing nice" this is too easy
to take outta context, so let's just mention a moment
of almost lyrical shine "if you hearing that hot shit
/ then you know that I spitted / and bitches you shitted
on / then you know that I shitted". Ghostwriter?
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Well, this review is
getting too long, so let's go through the rest faster.
It's pretty much the same anyways. Ja Rule picks up
the shattered pieces after Vita with his solo cut "How
Many Wanna Die". "We
Getting High Tonight", Black Child's solo
cut is some straight up South vibe rip off. DMX provides
a solo track: "Tales Of The
Darkside". He once again shows that some
of these Murderers cats are plain amateurs and Irv and
Rob don't hesitate to put his rhymes over one of the
more advanced beats too. Tah Murder's "Get
It Right" is a fast forward cut, "We
Different" a keyboard hassle, "Rebels
Symphony" is kinda tight though. "Black
Or White" is actually very interesting too.
Dope beat for Black Child to flow over. "If
You Were My Bitch" is horrible. That singing
is the worst. Another South and West rip off can be
heard on "Crime Scene",
"Somebody's Gonna Ride Tonight"
is a weak attempt to get the ladies to like this album
too and finally "Holla Holla"
gets a remix, with Ja˙-Z, Vita, Ja Rule, Tah Murdah,
Memphis Bleek, Black Child and Busta Rhymes dropping
some lines.
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We probably shouldn't
be surprised, but an album full of the same content
is just too much violent threatening, killing, talking
about how much money these cats have (initially only
earning it with this money though), how hard they are,
and you know the rest. And so this is taking one donkey
and beating it to death. While Irv still provides us
with some have to appeal pop tracks, and some really
dope beats, the emcees are successful in having us hate
the thug rhymes even more. Sure, they are probably good
at what they are doing, but can what they are doing
even be considered good? I mean, all them dope and violent
movies probably also have a good script, good dialogs,
good cinematography effects, stuff like that. Well,
this album only has Ja Rule and the producers.
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| review:
tadah
the byk |
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