You Don't Know

[Intro: Missy Elliott] Now, see The one thing I like about the niggas Is that they can fess up to one of they boys That they been sleepin' wit' the same chick And laugh about it But, see A woman, could never admit to another woman That she been sleepin' wit' her man Cuz if that ever happened to me I would call your house and be like, "Yo-" [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] Don't you gotta man? Why you fuckin' wit' mine? See, I been through bad times Get yo' mind off mines You must be lonely Why you messin' wit' me But it won't be easy To get my baby [Chorus 1: Missy & Lil' Mo (Lil' Mo)] You don't know who you messin' with (Hmmmm) Most of them leave with the car doors bent (Yea-yea-yea-yea-yea) I'm so pissed, you gon' make me flip Hello? Hello? Who dis? It's Mo' Imma teach you not to touch my shit For real? Hello? [Verse 2: Lil' Mo] I be callin' his house, when you're not around Don't make me warn you You know how I get down, down Somebody told me But I ain't trippin' off you, nah If you were doing your thang He'd still be wit' you [Chorus 1: Missy & Lil' Mo (Lil' Mo)] You don't know who you messin' with (You don't know) Most of them leave with the car doors bent (Daily, daily) I'm so pissed, you gon' make me flip Hello? You know who this is, bitch. Heh! Yeah Imma teach you not to touch my shit Yo, who this for real, man, hello? You know who it is [Chorus 2: Missy & Lil' Mo (Phone conversation)] I can't believe you would ever do that (Hello? Hello?) Can't you show me some respect? (What? Yo, who dis for real, man? Mo', this is Mo', this is Mo' You playin' a little bit too much, you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, this ain't no game) Is it cuz you're just a reject? (This is not a game Oh, ok) Gotta keep your ass in check (Yeah, what? You on some real bullshit now You know-you know what? Why don't you just come to my house, bitch, you know? Yeah, I'll come through!) I can't believe you would ever do that (Yo, where you live at?) (Ask your nigga where I stay at) Can't you show me some respect? (Please, he ain't got nutin' to do with this He know! Heh He ain't got nutin' to do with this He know! Ask him where I live at, aight? You on that same stuff you was on last year) Is it cuz you're just a reject? (When I had to come through there last year, What!?) Gotta keep your ass in check (And I'd do it again cuz I want, I-I-I'll come! You ain't keepin' nutin' in check, you better keep your man in check And keep him from around my house Please, I will beat that ass Bitch! You know I will) [Chorus 3: Missy & Lil' Mo (Lil' Mo)] You don't know who you messin' with (You don't know, you don't know) Most of them leave with the car doors bent (Car door oh-oh) Blow out heat like I'm a air vent (Oooh ooh ohh) Hello? Trick, you know who this is, don't front I'ma teach you not to touch my shit Yeah, I'ma teach you not to touch my shit, bratttt [Break: Missy (Timbaland)] You done took it too far! (Uh oh) I'ma hop in my car and I'ma [fuck] you up, bitch! You done took it too far! (Uh oh) I'ma hop in my car and I'ma [fuck] you up, bitch! You done took it too far! (Uh oh) I'ma hop in my car and I'ma [fuck] you up, bitch! You done took it too far! (Uh oh) [Verse 3: Lil' Mo (Timbaland)] Cuz I'm that chick, yo, that same chick But I ain't wit' playin' that game shit Start callin' that name shit And I'ma get on that same shit (Uh huh) That new shit That "call your crew" shit That "what you wanna do" shit The boy is yours? Keep that nigga! Beat my ass? Prove it! [Verse 4: Missy (Timbaland)] You been suckin' his dick (Ahh) Tastin' my clit (Uh huh) Just a side chick On the side, bitch (What?) I'm the prize, bitch (Uh) Keep it silent Make me violent You be dialin' 911 to tell the family [Verse 5: Lil' Mo] 'Round yo' crew, you's a bad bitch Yo ass be talkin' mad ish Toe to toe, shoot the five Girl, you'll get that ass kicked What you think I'm gaming? Shit is real, I ain't playin' ("Oh, lord! Not my baby!") Yo, I got ya moms prayin' [Verse 6: Missy (Timbaland)] It's gonna get risky Fuck wit' Missy I'ma shoot you where your ribs be (Oww) So you can feel me Ain't it real, B? (Uh huh) So filthy and you're mildy Not appealin' Drum roll! Brrap, brrap, brrap, brrap [Outro: Timbaland] Uh oh You done done it now Uh oh You done done it now She's mad What? She's mad I'ma let them two girls fight While I'm out