[Timbaland:]  Ooh, aah  Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh  Ooh, aah  Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh  Ooh, aah  Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh  Ooh, aah  Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh  Ooh, aah  Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh  Ooh, aah  Uh-huh,Uh-huh,Huh  Ooh, aah  Check it out    [Verse 1:]    This is how I want to spit it  I bullshitted in the eighties (Forbid)  I had to get my mind up off the ladies  Like these wordly things, A baby beam and shiny rings  See this is how we do things when you're fuckin with the kings   Of the streets  New York is all respected  But still we keep it hectic  In places where we be wreckin  Where we from, Timbaland (VA)  See thats my man so understand these things  Three niggas thinkin bout cream  Me and Magoo, Ya'll realize we roll with CRU (Huh)  All respect to, That's why your girl ain't lovin you  We peep the card in the steez  We even got the keys to the bed where you rest  Your life is based on stress  So just relax kid because my mack days are in the mist  And you ain't got a chance like Sharon Stone on the Last Dance  It's easy past, when I'm runnin wit your lady  Ask yo boys, I'm pushin your Mercedes  So what nigga    [Chorus: {Magoo} (TImbaland)]    Writtin rhymes is all that they want to do (Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh)  They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)  (Uh, Say what, Say what, Say what)  If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do (That they want to do)  They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything   else) {Yeah}  {They don't gotta nothin else ya'll, Check it}    [Verse 2: Magoo]  Dick em, Court VD, Now I'm sick wit em  Ate a pack of cheese now I just bullshit wit em  Kick em, Nigga when your down, Look I got to get cha  Get away wit the crime, that's the wrong picture  I'm in a zone like a teen on a phone  H-I with no V, but I stay full blown  Hah yeah yo, Put nick out the door  You move quick but bitch, yeah your too slow  Get on your knees like a dog and scratch ya fleas  Somebody on the phone want to talk to your (??)  But I got my life and Mary what's the 411  Niggas get shook when I rhyme, You best ta fuckin run  Get out the way cause my recitals suicidal  I'm the rebel when I yell, Ya'll know, Ask Billy Idol  Son of a bitch cause he a son and yous a bitch  Me die for you, girl go dick your own bitch    [Chorus: (Timbaland and Magoo)]    Writtin rhymes is all that they want to do (Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh)  They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)  If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do (That they want to do)  They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)  (Check it out, Check it out Say what, Say what)  Writtin rhymes is all that they want to do (Uh-huh,Huh,Uh-huh,huh,huh)  They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)  (They don't gotta do)  If writtin rhymes is all that they want to do (That they want to do)  They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)  (Check it out, baby)    [Timbaland:]    Hear dis beat  It's done by me  I do them ill beats, Ya know what I'm sayin  People always try to bite me yo  But they can't bit this one  Huh They might try  But you know what  You got to pay a samplin if you want to bit me  Like that  Uh, Like that  Uh, It's the beat, uh, Like that  Ginuwine, uh, like that  Aaliyah, Like that  Playa, Like that  Big Rob, Like that  Big E, Like that  Of course, my man M-A-G-OO  And me Timbaland  Jimmy D, we out for 97E  Can't forget my man Elliot  Only one   Check it out baby   The fight just begun we out