[Verse 1--Jay-Z]
Uh, yo don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I f** 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me BIG
And my name is Jay-Z
She be all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking over your b**h
Coming over your sh**
Got my feet up on you sofa, man
I eat a hostess from my open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans
I got your b**h in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'ma pimp her, Like It's over man
Twista In the gold sedan
Jigga man, iceberg, with the frozen hands
Wedding bells won't make it rosey man
[Hook--Missy Elliott]
Oh is that your b**h
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your b**h?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your b**h?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man k**?
Is that your b**h?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Jay and them, b**h
[Verse 2]
Yo, yo.. why you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel balcony
How she say Jay you can call the house for me?
There's no respect at all
You betta check her dawg
She keep beggin' me to hit it raw
So she can have my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she? And you wifed her
sh**, I put the rubber on tighter
Sent her home, when she entered home
You hugged her up
What the f** is up?
She got you whipped, got your kids
Got your home, but that's not your b**h
You share that girl, don't let 'em hear that he'll hurl
It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick
Ain't saving it, unfaithful b**h
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Cool out homie
You betta keep her away from my balling clique
Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix
From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks
From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks
It can only lead to something unfortunate
Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your b**h
Play the four dot, Jigga man go first
Then we all rock till we all hot
You know the boy from the Roc got them who*es on lock
Got the b**hes in the smash
Make them drawers drop fast
Cause we get more cash than the average n***a?
All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this n***a
Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that
You would f** mine
How the hell can you knock that?
I'm just playing the cards choosenly
Jigga man- who you supposed to be?
[Hook]
[Verse 4--Twista]
Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming
Like a demon fiending for the semen
Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan
Gone while I'm leanin' smoking
I'm whip it in the stomach
Your b**h on the pa**enger side of me flashing your money
Why you acting so funny?
You know she been flirting while your working
Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain
Poppin' that p**y
Sweatin' till no fluid is left
When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to d**h
You gon' ruin your rep
Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers
Playa lectures got me shining like a new Gator stepper
Must have been mad
When your ho put my stuff in the dash
Bust in her a**
To climax I come up with a nab
The game don't stop
Legit ballers bending up the block
n***as rushing, coming at us cause of status and props
s**ing and f**ing, loving it when I put tha dick up inside her
Can't help it if she's in love with a ridah
[Hook x4]