Is That Yo Bitch

[Verse 1: 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 B.I.G 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 sofa, man I eat a hostess from her open hand You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans I got your bitch in my Rover man I never kiss her, I never hold her hand In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man I'ma pimp her, it's over man (It's over man, it's over man...) [Chorus: Missy Elliott] 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 paging him? Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Jay and them, bitch! [Verse 2: 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 that he'll hurl It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick Ain't saving it, unfaithful bitch [Chorus: Missy Elliott] 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 paging him? Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Jay and them, bitch! [Verse 3: 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 cats who order Cris' play the floor with the Knicks It can only lead to something unfortunate Hot boy like Jigga Man scorch your bitch Play the four dot, Jigga Man go first Then we all rock 'til we all hot You know the boy from the Roc got them whores on lock Got the bitches in the smash Make them drawers drop fast 'Cause we get more cash than the average nigga? All them hoes like "Damn, I gotta have this nigga" 'Cause I'ma 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 chose for me Jigga Man, who you supposed to be? [Chorus: Missy Elliott] 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 paging him? Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Jay and them, bitch! [Verse 4: Twista] The Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming Like a demon fiending for the semen Chrome gleaming like the dome on Keenan Gone while I'm leanin' smoking I whip it up 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 you working Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain Poppin' that pussy Sweatin' till no fluid is left When I come in the party with Jay, we gon' do it to death You gon' ruin your rep Trippin' while we pimpin' these heffers 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 the dick up inside her Can't help it if she's in love with a rider [Chorus: Missy Elliott] 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 paging him? Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Jay and them, bitch! 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 paging him? Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Jay and them, bitch! [Break] [Chorus: Missy Elliott] 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 paging him? Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Jay and them, bitch! 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 paging him? Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Jay and them, bitch!