Uh, yo don't get mad at me   I don't love 'em I fuck '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 bitch      Coming over your shit, got my feet up on you sofa, man   I mean a hostess for my open hand   You coming home to beer shifts and there be soda cans   I got your bitch in my Rover, man      I never kiss her, I never hold her hand   In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man   I'mma pimp her, it's over man   It's over man, it's over man      Oh, is that your bitch   Why she all in his six?   With her hand on his dick   Keep licking her lips      Is that your bitch?   Why she all in his ride?   With her hand on his thighs   Keep looking in his eyes      Oh, is that your bitch?   You better tell her chill   While you all in his grill   Don't you know that man kill?      Is that your bitch?   Why she paging him?   Keep praising him?   'Cause that's Jay and them, bitch      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   Shit, I put the rubber on tighter      Sent her home, when she entered home   You hugged her up   What the fuck is up?   She got you whipped, got your kids      Got your home, but that's not your bitch   You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl   It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick   Ain't saving it, unfaithful, bitch      Oh, is that your bitch   Why she all in his six?   With her hand on his dick   Keep licking her lips      Is that your bitch?   Why she all in his ride?   With her hand on his thighs   Keep looking in his eyes      Oh, is that your bitch?   You better tell her chill   While you all in his grill   Don't you know that man kill?      Is that your bitch?   Why she paging him?   Keep praising him?   'Cause that's Jay and them, bitch      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 bitch   Play the floor dot Jigga man go first   Then we all rock till we all hot      You know the boy from the Roc got them whores on lock   Got the bitches in the smash, making yours drive fast   Do we get more cash than the average nigga?   All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this nigga      'Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that   You can fuck mine, how the hell can you knock that?   I'm just playing the cards choosenly   Jigga man, who ya supposed to be?      Oh, is that your bitch   Why she all in his six?   With her hand on his dick   Keep licking her lips      Is that your bitch?   Why she all in his ride?   With her hand on his thighs   Keep looking in his eyes      Oh, is that your bitch?   You better tell her chill   While you all in his grill   Don't you know that man kill?      Is that your bitch?   Why she paging him?   Keep praising him?   'Cause that's Jay and them, bitch      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 bitch on the passenger 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 pussy   Sweatin' till no fluid is left   When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death      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 ass   To climax, I come up with a nab   The game don't stop      Legit ballers bending up the block   Niggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and props   Sucking and fucking, loving it when I put tha dick up inside her   Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah      Oh, is that your bitch   Why she all in his six?   With her hand on his dick   Keep licking her lips      Is that your bitch?   Why she all in his ride?   With her hand on his thigh   Keep looking in his eyes      Oh, is that your bitch?   You better tell her chill   While you all in his grill   Don't you know that man kill?      Is that your bitch?   Why she paging him?   Keep praising him?   'Cause that's Jay and them, bitch      Oh, is that your bitch   Why she all in his six?   With her hand on his dick   Keep licking her lips      Is that your bitch?   Why she all in his ride?   With her hand on his thigh   Keep looking in his eyes      Oh, is that your bitch?   You better tell her chill   While you all in his grill   Don't you know that man kill?      Is that your bitch?   Why she paging him?   Keep praising him?   'Cause that's Jay and them, bitch      Oh, is that your bitch   Why she all in his six?   With her hand on his dick   Keep licking her lips      Is that your bitch?   Why she all in his ride?   With her hand on his thigh   Keep looking in his eyes      Oh is that your bitch?   You better tell her chill   While you all in his grill   Don't you know that man kill?      Is that your bitch?   Why she paging him?   Keep praising him?   'Cause that's Jay and them      Oh, is that your bitch   Why she all in his six?   With her hand on his dick   Keep licking her lips      Is that your bitch?   Why she all in his ride?   With her hand on his thigh   Keep looking in his eyes      Oh is that your bitch?   You better tell her chill   While you all in his grill   Don't you know that man kill?      Is that your bitch?   Why she paging him?   Keep praising him?   'Cause that's Jay and them, bitch