(feat. Jay-Z, Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott)

[Jay-Z]

R-O-C

Memph Bleek do it again

Jigga man, yeah

(Yeah, yeah)

Missy, sho' nuff



[Memphis Bleek]

Yo check it now, yo

Yo Hov' chose I -- I ain't gonna lie

What I look like turnin down cho-cha?

Drove by, smoked the 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 doin 160?

Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy

How you like the way the white wifebeat fit me

M-dot, him hot, them not

(That's gangsta)



[Missy]

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 beeping him?

Keep praising him?

Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch



[Jay-Z]

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 another one!)

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 sofas, man

I mean a hostess for my open hand

You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans

I got your bitch in my Rover