[Intro - Jay-Z]
Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh-huh, uh, uh
Woo!! (woo!! woo!! woo!!)
I am back, niggas (woo!! woo!! woo!!)
Ha, ah, ah, ah, ah (Uh-oh)
Woo!! Woo!!
Ladies and gentlemen... H to the IZZO
I wanna thank everybody out there for their purchase
Surely appreciate it
What you're about to witness is my thoughts
Just my thoughts, man
Right and wrong, just what I was feelin' at the time
Uh, you ever felt like this?
Vibe wit' me, walk wit' a nigga
Just vibe wit' me

[Verse 1]:
Yo, gather 'round hustlers, that's if you still livin'
And get on down to that old Jig' rhythm
Here's a couple of jewels to help get you through ya stint in prison
Or ribbon in the sky, keep ya head high
I, Young Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for hustlers, I'm back, muthafuckas (woo!!)
Your reign on the top was shorter than lepraucans
Y'all can't fuck wit' Hov, what type of Ex' y'all on?
I got great lawyers for cops that dress warm
Charges don't stick to dude, he's teflon
I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred
I'm not guilty, now gimme back my bread
Mr. District Attorney I'm not sure if they told you
I'm on TV everyday, what the fuck could I go through
Plus, Hov don't run, Hov stand and fight
Hov's a soldier, Hov been fightin' all his life
So, what could you do to me? It's not new to me
Sue me, fuck you, what's a couple of dollars to me?
But you will respect me, simple as that
Or I got no problem goin' back
I'm representin' for the seat which Rosa Parks sat in
Malcolm X was shot in, Martin Luther was popped in
So off we go, let the trumpets blow
And hold on 'cause the driver of the mission is a pro

[Chorus - Jay-Z]
The ruler's back
Uh, I am back, niggas
Yeah, yeah, turn the muthafuckin' music up
The Ruler's back
I am back, niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo!!)

[Verse 2]:
Well in these times, well at least to me
There's a lot rappers out there tryin' to sound like Jay-Z
I'll help you out, here's what you do
You gonna need a wide lens 'cause that's a verr big shoe
And you got a couple of Beans and don't have a Clue
The situation is Bleek
I'm-a keep it real 'cause, fuckin' wit' me
You gotta drop Amil 'cause if you gonna cop somethin'
You gotta cop for real
Not only talk it, you walk like it
From the bricks to the booth, I could predict the future like Cleo the psychic
You can't date skeeos and wife it (uh-uh)
And you can't sell me bullshit, we know the prices
So whatcha life is? We gon' roll 'til the wheels fall off
Y'all muh'fuckas check ya tires
Off we go, let the trumpets blow
And hold on because the driver of that Bentley is a bro

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]:
Now, bounce, c'mon, bounce
Bounce, c'mon, bounce (uh, uh)
Bounce, c'mon, bounce
This my thoughts ladies and gentlemen
Just what I was feelin' at the time
You know what I mean?

[*Music to fade*]