Big Pimpin' (Video Version)

[Produced by Timbaland] [Intro: JAY-Z] Uh, uh, uh, uh It's big pimpin’, baby (That's right) It's big pimpin’, spendin' Gs Feel me, uh-huh uh, uh-huh Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah [Verse 1: JAY-Z] You know I Thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em ‘Cause I don't fuckin' need ’em Take ’em out the hood, keep 'em lookin’ good But I don't fuckin' feed 'em First time they fuss, I’m breezin' Talkin' 'bout, "What's the reasons?" I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch Better trust and believe 'im In thе cut where I keep 'em 'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to bеat the guts, then it's "Beep beep," then I'm pickin' them up Let 'em play with the dick in the truck Many chicks wanna put Jigga fists in cuffs Divorce him and split his bucks Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread So you can be livin' it up? Shit, I Parts with nothin', y'all be frontin' Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin', never happen I'll be forever mackin' Heart cold as assassins I got no passion I got no patience, and I hate waitin' Ho, get your ass in, and [Refrain: JAY-Z] Let's ride! Check 'em out now Ride Yea, and let' ride! Check 'em out now Ride! [Chorus: JAY-Z] Yea, we doin' Big pimpin' We spendin' cheese, check 'em out now Big pimpin' On B-L-A-D's, we doin' Big pimpin' up in NYC, it's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C And B-U-N B, yo, yo, yo Big pimpin' Spendin' cheese, we doin' Big pimpin' On B-L-A-D's, we doin' Big pimpin' up in NYC, it's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C And B-U-N B, check 'em out now [Verse 2: Bun B] Nigga, it's the Big Southern rap empresario Comin' straight up out the black barrio Makes a mill' up off a sorry ho Then sit back and peep my sce-nahr-i-o Oops, my bad, that's "my scenario" No, I can't fuck a scary ho Now every time, every place, everywhere we go Hoes start pointin', they say: "There he go!" Now these ma'fuckers know we carry mo' Heat than a little bit We don't pull it out over little shit And if you catch a lick when I spit Then it won't be a little hit Go read a book, you illiterate son of a bitch! And step up your vocab! Don't be surprised if your ho's there out with me And you see us comin' down on yo' SLAB Livin' ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it But, nigga, if you hate now Then you wait while I get your bitch butt-naked Just break it; you gotta pay like you weigh Wet with two pairs of clothes on Now get your ass to the back as I fly to the track Timbaland, let me spit my prose on Posted up in the pro-zone That's the track that we breakin' these hoes on Ain't the track that we flows on But when shit get hot then the Glock start poppin' like ozone We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man For real, it don't get no bigger, man Don't trip, let's sip, gettin' throwed on the flip Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool! [Chorus 2: Bun B, Pimp C] We be Big pimpin' Spendin' cheese, we be Big pimpin' On B-L-A-D's, we be Big pimpin' down in P.A.T, it's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C And B-U-N B, 'cause we be Big pimpin' Spendin' cheese, and we be Big pimpin' On B-L-A-D's, 'cause we be Big pimpin' In P.A.T, it's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C And B-U-N B (Uh,) nigga [Verse 3: Pimp C, Bun B] Smokin' out, pourin' up Keepin' lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood In my hood we call it "buck" Everybody wanna ball Holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall Nigga, I can't fuck wit' y'all If I wasn't rappin', baby I would still be ridin' Mercedes Comin' down and sippin' daily No record 'til whitey pay me Uh, now what y'all Know about them Texas boys? Comin' down in candied toys Smokin' weed and talkin' noise (We be) [Chorus 2: Bun B] We be Big pimpin' Spendin' cheese, we be Big pimpin' On B-L-A-D's, we be Big pimpin' down in P.A.T, it's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C And B-U-N B, 'cause we be Big pimpin' Spendin' cheese, and we be Big pimpin' On B-L-A-D's, 'cause we be Big pimpin' In P.A.T, it's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C And B-U-N B [Verse 4: JAY-Z] On a canopy, my stamina be Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee MTV Jam of the Week Made my money too long for gamblin' with me, but I'm But still sittin' on blades, spittin' that [?] Sittin' on the corner of my block, hustlin' Gettin' off Ks double what I paid Gettin' it right through customs It'll sell by night, it's eggshell white Yea I got so many grams, if the man find out It'll land me in jail for life, but I'm still Big pimpin', spendin' cheese (Uh-huh) With Bun B, Pimp C, and Timothy We got chicks in the back of the truck laughin' it up Jigga Man: that's what's up! [Chorus 2: Bun B] We be Big pimpin' Spendin' cheese, we be Big pimpin' On B-L-A-D's, we be Big pimpin' down in P.A.T, it's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C And B-U-N B, 'cause we be Big pimpin' Spendin' cheese, and we be Big pimpin' On B-L-A-D's, 'cause we be Big pimpin' In P.A.T, it's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C And B-U-N B, nigga