(feat. Jay-Z, Missy Elliott, Twista)    [Jay-Z]  R-O-C  Memph Bleek  Jigga man  Missy, Twista sho' nuff  Yeah, 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 another one!)  And my name is Jay-Z  She was all on my dick  Gradually I'm taking over your bitch  Coming over your shit  Got my feet up on you sofas, man  I mean a hostess for my open hand  You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans  I got your bitch up 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  When I twist her in the Gold sedan  Like I'm Goldie man, you're bitch chose man  Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands  wedding bands don't make it rosy man    [Missy]  Oh is that your chick  Why she all in his six?  With her hand on his dick  Keep licking her lips  Is that your chick?  Why she all in his ride?  With her hand on his thigh  Keep looking in his eyes  Oh is that your chick?  You better tell her chill  While you all in his grill  Don't you know that man kill?  Is that your chick?  Why she beeping him?  Keep praising him?  Cause that's Bleek and them, trick    [Memphis Bleek]  Yo check it now, yo, yo  Your hoe chose I  I ain't gonna lie  What I look like turnin' down chocha  Drove by, smokin' lye  Recognize a pimp, open your eyes  Hop in the passenger side of the ride  Damn Bleek, can't speak  Uh-huh, okay, what's up, SHUT UP  And close the door  Act like you been in the drop top  On the open road before  Fix your weave, then fix me  Ever gave head doing 160?  Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy  How you love how the white wife beater fit me  M-dot, him hot, them not  (That's gangsta)    [Missy]  Oh is that your chick  Why she all in his six?  With her hand on his dick  Keep licking her lips  Is that your chick?  Why she all in his ride?  With her hand on his thigh  Keep looking in his eyes  Oh is that your chick?  You better tell her chill  While you all in his grill  Don't you know that man kill?  Is that your chick?  Why she beeping him?  Keep praising him?  Cause that's Bleek and them, trick    [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 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    [Missy]  Oh is that your chick  Why she all in his six?  With her hand on his dick  Keep licking her lips  Is that your chick?  Why she all in his ride?  With her hand on his thigh  Keep looking in his eyes  Oh is that your chick?  You better tell her chill  While you all in his grill  Don't you know that man kill?  Is that your chick?  Why she beeping him?  Keep praising him?  Cause that's Bleek and them, trick    [Jay-Z]  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    [Missy]  Oh is that your chick  Why she all in his six?  With her hand on his dick  Keep licking her lips  Is that your chick?  Why she all in his ride?  With her hand on his thigh  Keep looking in his eyes  Oh is that your chick?  You better tell her chill  While you all in his grill  Don't you know that man kill?  Is that your chick?  Why she beeping him?  Keep praising him?  Cause that's Bleek and them, trick    [Memphis Bleek]  Yo how dumb the pimp?  I heard he trick  Bought a new five, maybe a six  Copped that for his new down bitch  And I was digging that down since '96 shit  Memph man I'll take your bitch  Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip  And you know how it go when it come to the hoes  She can do the same thing to the clique you know  Your hoe chose, don't get mad at me  Got your wife callin' me daddy  Put her out on the street let her get that cheese  My bad is that your freak  But you know how a thug do  When a nigga hit that, it's fuck you  Keep it snug, tre deuce in the boot  Niggas wanna act, get a motherfuckin' slug too    [Missy]  Oh is that your chick  Why she all in his six?  With her hand on his dick  Keep licking her lips  Is that your chick?  Why she all in his ride?  With her hand on his thigh  Keep looking in his eyes  Oh is that your chick?  You better tell her chill  While you all in his grill  Don't you know that man kill?  Is that your chick?  Why she beeping him?  Keep praising him?  Cause that's Bleek and them, trick    [Jay-Z]  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  That 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 cause we all hot  You know the boys from the Roc got them whores on lock  Got them bitches in the smash  Making yours drive fast  Cause 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 would fuck mine  How the hell can you knock that?  I'm just playing the cards choosenly  Jigga man who ya supposed to be?    [Missy]  Oh is that your chick  Why she all in his six?  With her hand on his dick  Keep licking her lips  Is that your chick?  Why she all in his ride?  With her hand on his thigh  Keep looking in his eyes  Oh is that your chick?  You better tell her chill  While you all in his grill  Don't you know that man kill?  Is that your chick?  Why she beeping him?  Keep praising him?  Cause that's Bleek and them, trick