(Featuring Carly Simon, Missy Elliott & P. Diddy)      [Chant: Janet]  Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too  Greedy motherfuckers try to have your cake and eat it too    [Intro: P. Diddy]  This... is...  The... remix  (Now, that's that shit right here)  Bad Boy, baby  Janet, J.J.  (This goes out to all the clubs, ya feel me?)  The one and only  And you fine, Miss    [Verse 1: Janet]  Sharp shooter into breakin hearts  A baby gigolo, a sex pistol  Hollerin' at everythin that walks  No substance just small talk  Know why you feelin on that girl's behind  You gotta sleezy - one track mind  Working your work until you think you find  Who's goin home with you tonight    [Missy {P. Diddy}]  (I) changed all the credit cards  (and) switched the lock to all my doors (hehehe)  You thought my heart would be destroyed (mmmm)  Look around cuz I'm chillling boy (hehehe)  Whatcha go and get your lawyers for  I, makes my dough in just one show, you know  Your lawyer shoulda let you know, you know  When you sue me, ya gonna be broke you know  Ain't know you way you could bring me down (easy)  Any chick that you stick is real sleazy  Before I need you, I betcha gon' need me  You ain't want me anyway way, you wanted to be me  What made you think I'd keep you around  While I, work my ass off and you just lounge (huh?)  You slump, bump, son of a gun  And a, how much your worth?  I think negative Don {This is the remix}    [Hook: Janet (Missy)]  Oh (oh), who you give it to  Who you gonna steal it from  Who's your next victim (the right, like)  Oh (oh), who you gonna lie to  Who you gonna cheat on  Who you gonna leave alone (that's what I'm talking about)  Oh (oh), what ya gonna tell her  After she discovers  You don't really love her  Oh (oh), gonna be a showdown  Knock down drag out  Gunslinger shoot 'em up (shoot em' up)    [Chorus: Janet & Carly {P. Diddy}]  I betcha think this song is about you {Who you talkin' 'bout?}  I betcha think this song is about you {Who you talkin' 'bout?}  I betcha think this song is about you (yeah, yeah) {Who you talkin' 'bout?}  I betcha think this song is about you  Don't you {Who you talkin' 'bout?}  Don't you  Don't you  Don't you    [P. Diddy (overlaps last 2 lines)]  They call me "Diddy"  (It wasn't me!) Whatchu talkin' 'bout lawyers for?  (It wasn't me!) Why you wanna change locks and doors?  (It wasn't me!) Well, maybe it was, sure  But you know tomorrow, you'll love me some more  I'm back, another Visa, another set of keys  We did this last week Ma, don't get ammnesia (Remember?)  All this back and forth gotta quit  And by the way, THIS IS THE REMIX!    [Verse 2: Janet (Missy)]  Sweatin me but I'm not your type  You think you irk me and you're so right  I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out  Stupid bitch in my beach house  Naw I ain't gone go and act a fool  And be lead story on the nigga news  Not me sucher  I'll never be your lover  I'm gonna make you suffer  You stupid mutherfucker (ok baby?)    [Missy]  You musta thought you had game like nigga what  Walk around like you down, you don't give a fuck  Cause you don't really want beef until you hit the streets  See, I ma lover, not a fighter but I'll crack ya teeth  Boy, plea plea nah...don't bother me  Cause when you had me, you ain't know how ta chill wit' me  But now you up on dem knees, still jockin me  But I ma say it real real, keep it real  What da deal, how ya feel, is it ill, is it sick (Misdemeanor!!!!!!!!!!)  Cause I da deal, still here with appeal and it's real  Don't front cause boy I da shit    [Missy singing]  I'm doing better with out you, playa  And I'm happy without you, playa    [Missy rapping]  And this song is about you, playa  Muthafuckin' son of a gun (Janet)    [Bridge: Janet (Missy)]  Gotta chip upon your shoulder  I just knocked it off (oh)  Show me what you gonna do (uh)  I ain't bout to run (uh)  You have just run out of ammunition (nigga right here)  Shootin blanks now (uh)  You son of a gun    Repeat Hook & Chorus    Repeat Chant til fade    these lyrics are submitted by LBizkitKRock@hotmail.com