i told you ja rule was ripping dmx! since nas vs. jay z proved that rappers could say outrageously horrible things about each other but not get shot, the floodgates have opened - every petty-ass falling out is portrayed like it could be the end of rap. thus dmx wakes up one morning and realizes cats have bitten his sometimes-brilliant style (even though any head knows dmx stole it from k solo!). the only person who considers this news is dmx himself, the poor tyke, but perhaps the main reason for his forthcoming ja rule dis is this bizzare pride and prejudice-like misunderstanding:

"we in the club in l.a. one night, he got his people, i got my people, we at two different sides of the club. me, out of respect — that's my n---a — i take two people with me to get through the crowd. i take a bottle of liquor over there, have a couple of drinks with my n---a, 'cause that's how i am. two weeks later we happened to be in the same club. same circumstances. some kid walks over to me and says, 'ja says he's over there.' i'm like, 'alright, is he gonna come over?' 'nah, he said come over there.' get the f--- out of here, man. i already extended my hand once. give me the same courtesy. you can't do the same as me? i sent him right back over there. you think [ja] would come over there after all of that. nothin'! i'm like, 'f--- you!' "

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