[N-Tyce] When it comes to a secret, maybe, if you down I got a man, yet I'm known to sneak around Huh, I just can't help but mingle If a cutie steps up, a think the f** and say I'm single I'm down wit runnin' games, I know it's a shame But when I kiss, I never give 'em my real name I'm not a hooker, but I'm the good looker Known to flirt, lookin' good in a tight skirt Now I'm back to my man, and help these begin And know how I'm sorta messin' wit his best friend We were first introduced at a party Okay, I admit that I was naughty lookin' at his body Prime example of a typical chipmunk My booties kinda thick so you know I'm pullin' n***as quick Look but don't touch, no need to rush We can get together if you kept it on the hush hush [Chorus: N-Tyce (Method Man)] I won't tell if you won't tell Nowadays you gotta keep it on the hush hush tip (I won't tell if you won't tell Nowadays you gotta keep it on the hush hush) [N-Tyce] If he doesn't know, how can it hurt? My mans should of known from the jump, that I'm a chick, no nut work Why do you think I got the name N-Tyce? Why do you think all the fellas be lookin' twice? I am what I am and that's a fly chick People compare me to Rick because I'm so "slick" Now check it out, I was coolin' wit my girlfriends Walkin' by mad guys, gettin' more whistles than a whirlwind Yeah, that's what we was hearin' Walk a little closer, baby, as we were starin' At this one and that one, I spotted this fly kid It was my mans best friend starin' weak in his eye lid Yo, I must admit that I was shocked I mean, my man's best friend sneakin' up on my jock? Could I get caught? I think my chances were slim I mean, yo, what's my man got to do with him? Heh [Chorus] [instrumental break] [N-Tyce] No rings on my finger, so I'm cheatin' Coolin' wit my man's best friend, now, trick A freak can do wit a thought, that ya best friend would sneak Behind ya back, every week wit ya girl in his sack I'm not dumb, I knew that was the plan of my man To test me, to see if I would kick it wit his friend But, um, I'm a tough act to follow When it comes to runnin' games, call me Chicago Matter fact, there ain't a brother that can hang Didn't, now ya know, that N-Tyce is my name You try to play me like a Genesis Now it's time for me to step off, I gotta put an end to this I can have my cake and eat it too But, you both get the boot, huh, lookin' for someone new You got played, now you want me to keep it on the hush hush? Another bites the dust [Chorus] [Outro: Method Man (N-Tyce)] Shh, Method dog, we out, Tical (Sneakin' behind his back, sneakin' behind his back, uh Sneakin' behind his back, sneakin' behind his back)