[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