1.Mysterious
We started in 1997
And finished in 1999
Ha, she brought you 'The Rain'
'Sock it to me'
'Beep me 911'
And now it's a new year
Not the year 2G
But the year do G
'She's A Bitch'
Definitely the Bitch-to-be right about now
That's right
Timbaland
Missy Elliott
Bring to you
the future
And I am Morpheus
If you go to your local phone booth
You can find out what I have to say
About the bitch
2.Beat Biters
She's ah......uh uh....bitch
Yo...I'ma tell yall straight up and down
It's like this for real, it's goin' down like this foreal
She's ah....bitch (tell 'em)
I'm sick of yall fake Timbaland beat bitin', you know what I'm
sayin'
I'ma bring it to yall like this
By all means necessary
You might catch me somewhere stickin' yo baby daddy
They say oh 'Missy you wack' but yall not ready
Cuz I come back like a smack
You hear my gats in yo back (blat-blat-blat)
Huh, like spaghetti
Half of yall MCs be stinkin' like boobetti
So your record label cut you off like confetti
They you wanna call Missy and beg me, (who) ooh beg me beg me
Dag I'm very scary
Burn a whole club down like I was Carrie
Give a boy French kiss, he wanna marry
See yall jealous tricks, yall cannot stand me
Ooh, that's fine and dandy
Hey daddy-daddy
Why these chickenheads, ooh they be so petty
Hey nah nah nah, you best not test me
I keep tellin' you nah you never ready
Nah you never ready
1 - Get rowdy
Let me hear yall loudly
Keep my high niggas 'round me
Let me see yall work it and work it till yall can't stand up
Get rowdy
Let me hear yall loudly
Keep my high niggas 'round me
Let me see yall work it baby, work work it baby WHAT!
In the club, I see niggas
They think I'm super fly, they blow me sugahs
so I cut them short like some scissors
they trying to take me home, they give me liquor
YOU KNOW WHO I AM, I'ma bitch
DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MAKE, filthy rich
DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS, gotta gat
I THOUGHT YOU WAS A FREAK, never that
You see me on the road, when I stroll
I float through the toll, like whoa (beep beep)
you just a silly hoe, this I know
you be at every show, for the dough, hear me now (WHAT)
Repeat 1
Yo, this is Timbaland
Callin' from the Matrix yall
And this how we do it
Yo Missy, tell 'em how you feel, what
Beat biter, dope style taker, originator
Or just an imitator
Stealin' our beats like you're the one who made 'em
Timbaland's the teacher and I'm the one who grades 'em
Check the verbatim, F is how we rate 'em
How dare you make 'em, jus like we made 'em
And I wont play 'em, and I won't say 'em
Save this for later, so I can tell you straighter
Repeat 1
Now see this one right here (ooh)
This is for everybody (ooh)
This is for my people east (ooh) east, west, south
East (ooh) west, south (ooh)
But you know what before I get up on outta here (ooh)
I gotta say one thing to yall beat biters (ooh)
It's 'bout to be the year 2000 (ooh) you know what I'm sayin'
And I'm kinda sick of that (kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky
boom)
That (kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom)
That (kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom)
That (kack kack kack kack ficky boom ficky boom)
On everything yall gotta come up with
Yall own creativity, yall own originality, yall own style
You know what I'm sayin'
Heh, you gonna be left behind this time
Aight ain't no
3.Busa Rhyme
Well I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled
Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed
Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode
and punch a bitch in the nose, til her whole face explodes
There's three things I hate： girls, women and bitches
Smack bitches that walk up, and drop-kick midgets
Call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward
Stick figure, with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg
Comin through the airport, sluggish, walkin on crutches
Hit a fuckin ... and his ... and love it
It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out, and back out
Lookin for some other thug, to beat the crap out
I'm bringin you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then translate in English
Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back
speakin so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it
Shady
I had a huge attitude, started off staticky
Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically (one more time)
I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity
who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following
It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me
I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology
College girls, live in an alcoholic's world
full of earl, head twirls every time the toilet swirls ＊flush＊
Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up
I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up (SHUT UP!)
I made this rap game suspenseful, cause now I got a impulse
to give you insults wrote with a pencil (bitch)
and waste the paper on you, choppin down the oakwood
Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good
And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin
You motherfuckers are puttin your words together for nuttin
Shady
Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want what you got is it hot？ (Is it hot？)
Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors
We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas
Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily
What you want (yo) what you want (yo) ahh uhh yo
'A person from another planet might disagree with you'
'Well if you want my opinion, it comes from right here on Earth'
Slim Shady.. Misdemeanor..
Timbaland.. Slim Shady..
Misdemeanor..
I'm homicidal, and suicidal with no friends
Holdin a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends
Sprayin tecs at you until you see your fuckin legs
with the bullet holes and the exit wounds layin next to you
(AHH!) Fuckin mad dog, foamin at the mouth
Fuck mouth, my whole house, is foamin at the couch
Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building
and shot every window out on the way down to the ground (KEEP
FILMING!)
Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed, chopped em in
half
Suffocated the oxygen mask
Shit if I get any higher, I'ma get the East and West beefin
again
Slide back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire
Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this track
Don't shoot Missy!!! Get back
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the line
Uhh, and I'ma watch you MC's die
Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost her mind!
I think somebody done pissed her off this time!
Yo, I'ma have to bust you through your chest and
uhh, you will have to clean up the mess (uh-huh)
It's rainin rainin and it's pourin loud
Never fear, cause pissy Missy's through the crowd
Uhh, I hear the gats go cha-pow
Who shot me damnit？ Bitch get down
Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile (uh-huh)
Lay em on down, like they lived underground (uh)
For the sound, that me and, Timbaland, we found
Get your ass, kicked later, or get your ass, kicked now
Uhh.. one-two
Misdemeanor, Slim Shady
Timbaland, motherfucker
Uhh uhh uhh
Cool, cool, cool
Triple zero
4.Dangerous Mouths
Uhh, 3000 baby, uh huh, ooh, raunchy, raunchy
Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin
I house MC's like baths and full kitchens, ready or not
Doc,hood lynchin, icey flows, I wrtie with wool mittens
Its two not one, Missy dot dot com, come once in the blue like
free hot lunch
So once its on, turn it up, chickens flockin in
Shoppin at birds are us, murderous, don't blame me, blame the
music
I write with napalms in my hands, flame the fuses, like ca psss,
off you go
I'm nice battin, I practice when the park is closed
I'm that man who squats out of jeeps and vans
Jump to roof to roof on the TV cam, I fuck a model
I go out with the cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin
Like Kima, Keisha and Pam, I remain cool like, like open hous on
a school night
Animal House gettin thrown out for food fights, PPP strictly
don't give a fuck
An Brick City niggas strictly don't give a fuck
Let me intervene, come between, like dick through your jeans
Hang down to your knees, its mwa the don-wan, carry on, D.A.N to
the danger
Y'all MC's in a whole lot of danger, change up all your rhymes
you need beats
My beats you see completely unique, forgive thee
See its the shots of Henessey thats in me, Reggie Noble through
after me
It takes two to tingle, and two to fuck
I done fucked in Range Roves to Isuzu trucks,used to move weight
Now you makin moves to duck, built solid without bolts, screws
and nuts
Pussy tight jiffy lube it up, Doc came up, hoes use to hang up
Now my arm close hang up, my crew is deeper than Karl Kani
pockets
We don't buy bullets, we ask what size rockets, for thee
occasion
One shot will have you ravin', like Symone when the four four is
blown
Two minutes later I'll make it hotter, snap you from the vine
To my um blada a boom glada
So what you wanna do, what you wanna do
Yo I got the chicken, the brew taken next, an much room Def
Squad in the house
Drop you drawers, tell your boyfriend ease up, and park his car
I'm from the south you better watch your mouth, Its the M.I
The S.I, if you try then you die, I don't take no mercy on you
suckers so
Would you still be in love baby, if I cut your throat, cut the
jokes
I ain't got no love for yo, no friends with those, who imitate
me ya bold
My style I own, I'ma have to steal your flow, you know me Joe
I gotta say no more, BITCH!
Thats right nigga, Its Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland uhh
Muthafucka! 3 triple zero, the Matrix baby, uhh, I'm out
5.Chechkin' For You
See it's two type of bitches in the world, heh
Ya got a broke bitch
You got a rich bitch
That would explain what I am
And what my girl, Missy is
We the rich mutha fuckin' bee-itches
That's right
And then you got a bitch like me
Who just stand above all bitches
That excludes my girl Missy, Mary, you knowumsayin'？
But y'all know what the fuck I mean
I'm the queen bitch, that's right mutha fucka, what？
Y'all got a problem wit it, come see me
A mutha' fucka' ain't takin' my title
Or my girl Missy title
Or my girl Mary title, what？
That's right
See only bitches like us
Is allowed to play a game of chess
You see, a real queen needs a king
You damn mutha' fuckin' right
I don't want a nigga laying up under me
That can't do for me
What I can't do for my mutha' fuckin' self
So when y'all see me in the street？
This is what I want y'all to do
Fix your lips, put 'em together nicely and say
Say it along, say it along now, say
'She's a bitch'
I was walkin' real slow to the dance floor
He was lookin' at my ass and I turned him on
I seen him talking to his boy on the cellular phone
I looked at him and all he could say was
Damn baby, bring it on
I talk shit but I come through like a storm
I keep my piece so sweet, yeah nice and warm
And all he could feel, was this love baby
I don't give a fuck
About what they think, what they say
They can call me a freak
Call me anything they wanna name
I don't give a
I don't give a
I just wanna take him home
Take him to the house then turn him out
He aint' checkin' for you
I don't give a fuck
About what they think, what they say
They can call me a freak
Call me anything they wanna name
I don't give a
I don't give a
I just wanna take him home
Take him to the house then turn him out
He aint' checkin' for you
6.Smooth Chick
Come here baby, let me blow your mind
I'mma spit shine like turpentine
I love niggas, all different kinds
I'mma show you all how to work the spine
If you a playa then you sure ain't mine
I'mma cut you off like circumcise
I'm a real chick and it no surprise
If you dialin' me then you must realize
1 - I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick
I got gats but don't make me use it
I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it
Shake my ass down to the music
I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick
I got gats but don't make me use it
I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it
I'mma shake my ass down to the music
Come on baby let's do the bump
Keep drinking up 'til you get me drunk
Don't front, smoke a pound of funk
Something real quick like uuuh, uuuh
Got tens in the back of the jeep
If you got a friend and he all on me
Could it be he's a fan of me？
Or could it be he see that I'm Missy？
Repeat 1
Eh baby, why you trippin' for？
Cause I'm on top and you're down below
You want me or you want my dough？
Cause if it's my dough, then you hit the do'
Eh yo boo, I think you know
That I got gats and they crack the floor
Missy take shit no more
So all that talk is no, no, no
Repeat 1 (4x)
Yo
Misdemeanor, uh
Timothy, uh
And Aaliya uh
Motherfucker now, uh
Ginuwine, uh
Maganoo, uh
Drop, play it
One two, motherfucker
7.We Did It
We made love, now you gone
Now you don't wanna claim me no more
Told your boys, you never knew
You never kissed or held me in your arms
How dare you even leave
Me looking like I'm lying on you
When you said it's all about me
I believe it cuz you made believe
1 - If you did it, then you did it
Boy, you don't have to lie
Once you hit, then you hit it
I'm no chick on the side
Just forget it, gon' omit it
Don't you, don't you dare try
You done hit it, you done hit it
More than, more than two times
Repeat 1
You changed your phone, won't call me back
Now I can't even get in touch with you
See how you do, I never knew
That you would deny this love I'm servin' you
That ain't cool, I'm hatin' you
Because you was the first to make the move
Now you say you never knew
You make your boys think that I'm some crazy fool
Repeat 1
You know we did it, yep we did it boy
Why must you lie？
I drove your whip, you picked me up
You told me, meet you outside
We had some blunts like what the..
Gettin' high in your ride
Getting mushy, want some pussy
Get your biggest supply
Yeah, we did it, you was with it
That was all on your mind
Then you hit it, can't admit it
Then you wastin' my time
I won't forget it, need to quit it
Put it all behind
Why you did it, why you did it
If you gon' have to lie
Bone me, phony
Sex me then you disown me
Homies told me
This is how all dogs will be
8.Religious Blessings
Being caught up in the fame
A part of the glamour and the glitz
Platinum rings and different things
How easy we forget
For it is Him, the Lord Almighty
Who allows us our success
When you on top above the charts
How easy we forget
Do you think without Him
You would be who you are？
For if He made heaven and earth
He also made you a star
So as we reach the year 2,000
You know there's One higher than us
And I come to be that tool to tell you
In God we must trust
Love you
9.All N My Grill
Don't explain, you never change
Same old thing, same old game
Say ya want to be wit' me
But show me my ring
Baby, let me think
I been in the cold
The story untold, about to unfold
How do you expect me
To ever believe you won't be wit' me
Why you all in my grill (Why you all in)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know, know)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live)
Talk is talk, and talk is cheap
Tell it to her, don't say it to me
Cuz I know I'm in control
See tricks are for kids, and boo I'm too old
Go 'head, with your games
Don't ever come back to me again
Where you go, remember me
I'm the best thing in history
Why you all in my grill (Why, why, why)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know boy, boy)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick got to live, ooh yeah)
Third time (Third time)
I moved you in, took you back
In my life (I was a fool)
I don't know what's wrong with me
Third time (Third time)
I moved you in, took you back in my life (oh yeah, yeah)
Why you all in my grill (All in my grill)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills, yeah)
Let me know if you will (Let me know if you will)
Cuz a chick gotta live (oh, yeah)
Why you all in my grill
Can you pay my bills (Ooh, pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know, let me know baby, baby)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live)
If you want me, where's my dough？
Give me money, buy me clothes
No need for talking, have my dough
Where's my money？ Where's my clothes？
If you want me, where's my dough？
Give me money, buy me clothes
No need for talking, have my dough？
Where's my money？ Where's my clothes？
Zigzag zigzag, oui, j'ai du zigzaguer
De comète en planète ta salopette rosagué
shoot quand y'a des canettes, y'a plus d'bisou
Plus d'baisers, plus d'bises, juste un biz biz de bijoux
Tu veux du cling-cling clinquant, ne vit-on pas
sale top du top salsa plus Merco Classe A
Je braquerais les banques, toutes, tu ferais banqueroute
Boufferais des casse-croûtes juste pour paver d'or ta route
J'jouerais à cache-cache pour trouver l'cash
Userais de la calache, de la tchatche, j'vendrais même du hash
Solaar trip j'excède clean honnête et net
T'offrira des tas d'poupées pleines de p'tites pépettes
J'aurais les poches vides, portrais le même jean
Lêverais mon verre à la tienne, tu diras tchin-tchin
T'auras tout ce que sur terre le soleil fait briller
Joueras au monopoly, uh, avec des aiguillées
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