An Open Letter to Ja Rule

This is a letter I have always wanted to write. Because all of my childhood rage is built up in this. For the past twenty years, I can say this with full honesty: Ja Rule is the worst artist to have ever made a song in the history of all song writers. It’s like putting “Put it on me” as the same level as “The Sound of Silence” because while they are incomparable, I don’t care, because Song of Silence is better than anything Ja will accomplish in his pathetic existence. Ja Rule is the reason why I hate R&B. Hearing his cookie monster voice is not what a woman wants to hear before they make love or even try and make love. That’s like hearing a mack track blaring in your ear pretending it’s a sweet song bird. It doesn’t make sense.

Also, much of his catalogue is at least garbage mumble rap before “mumble rap” was invented. I don’t know one single lyric that I can think of that said, “man Ja Rule is so great,” because he’s not. His style, his flow, all was derivative of 2PAC.

As 50 Cent said, “2PAC cut his head bald, and you gon cut your head bald. 2PAC wear a bandanna, you gonn wear the bandanna. 2PAC put a cross on his back, you put a cross on your back, nigga you ain’t 2PAC.”

(NOTE: Listen to the brutal ass beating 2PAC gives from the grave to tell Ja Rule that he’s better than him from the grave. While this isn’t the case, 50 Cent does that for him.)

As you live in 50 Cent’s shadow, his rage is my rage. I hope you realize you don’t have a life without 50 Cent. Your career, anything you do, belongs to 50 Cent. You and Rick Ross should get bunk beds together, you bum ass motherfucker. Go and cut each other’s grass since you broke bitch.

I don’t know if I have ever felt this before, but I can smell the cringe in you Ja. I don’t think of your 20 songs that nobody cares to listen to. I hope you know you signed your death certificate when you went after Eminem’s daughter. You totally deserved to be crucified by the hip hop industry for that. And I hope your daughter gets addicted to crack one day. Just for the fuck of it. To help cement your failure in life as a father and as a mogul.

I hope your ass got raped in jail for the time you spent in there. You definitely have no butt hole anymore.

I hope you realize you failed in life, in music, and as an MC. I piss on your legacy and your family and the people who admire you.

Sincerely,

LtB