Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song is About You) (Neptunes Ruff Mix)

[Intro: Janet Jackson & Missy Elliott]

Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too

Greedy motherfuckers try to have their cake and eat it too

Haha, yo, check this out you greedy motherfucker

[Verse 1: Missy Elliott]

I changed all the credit cards

And switched the locks to all my doors

You thought my heart would be destroyed

Look around 'cause I'm chilllin', boy

Whatcha go and get your lawyers for?

I, makes my dough in just one show, you know

Your lawyer shoulda let you know, you know

When you sue me, you gonna be broke you know

Ain't no way that you could bring me down easy

Any chick that you stick is real sleazy

Before I need you, I betcha gon' need me

You ain't want me anyway, you wanted to be me

What made you think I'd keep you around

While I, work my ass off and you just lounge, huh?

You slum, bum, son of a gun

And uh, how much your worth

I think negative, dunn

[Verse 2: Janet Jackson]

Sharpshooter into breaking hearts

A baby gigolo, a sex pistol

Hollering at everything that walks

No substance, just small talk

Know why you feeling on that girl's behind

You got a sleazy one track mind

Working your work until you think you find

Who's going home with you tonight

[Pre-Chorus: Janet Jackson & Missy Elliot]

Oh (Oh), who you gonna give it to?

Who you gonna steal it from?

Who's your next victim?

That's right

Oh (Oh), who you gonna lie to

Who you gonna cheat on?

Who you gonna leave alone?

That's what I'm talking about

Oh (Oh), what ya gonna tell her

After she discovers

You don't really love her

Oh (Oh), it's gonna be a showdown

Knock down, drag out

Gunslingin' shoot 'em up

[Chorus: Janet Jackson & Carly Simon]

I betcha think this song is about you (Yeah)

I betcha think this song is about you (I bet you)

I betcha think this song is about you (Yeah yeah)

I betcha think this song is about you

Don't you?

Don't you?

Don't you?

[Post-Chorus: Missy Elliott]

Remix

I'm doing better without you

And I'm happy without you

(Janet)

[Verse 3: Janet Jackson]

Sweatin' me but I'm not your type

You think you irk me and you're so right

I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out

Stupid bitch in my beach house

Nah, I ain't gon' go and act a fool

And be the lead story on the nigga news

Not me sucker, I'll never be your lover

I'd rather make you suffer

You stupid motherfucker

[Pre-Chorus: Janet Jackson & Missy Elliot]

Oh (Oh), who you gonna give it to?

Who you gonna steal it from?

Who's your next victim?

That's right

Oh (Oh), who you gonna lie to

Who you gonna cheat on?

Who you gonna leave alone?

That's what I'm talking about

Oh (Oh), what ya gonna tell her

After she discovers

You don't really love her

Oh (Oh), it's gonna be a showdown

Knock down, drag out

Gunslingin' shoot 'em up

[Verse 4: Missy Elliott & Janet Jackson]

You musta thought you had game like nigga what

Walk around like you down, you don't give a fuck

'Cause you don't really want beef until you hit the streets

See, I'm a lover, not a fighter but I'll crack your teeth

Boy, plea plea, nah, don't bother me

'Cause when you had me, you ain't know how to chill with me

You wannabes in the street with the freakneeks

And now you all up on them knees still jockin' me

But I'ma say it real real, keep it real

What the deal? How you feel? Is you ill? Is you sick? (Misdemeanor)

'Cause I'm the deal, still here, whip appeal and it's real

Don't front 'cause boy I'm the shit

I'm doing better without you, playa

And I'm happy without you, playa

And this song is about you, playa

Motherfuckin' son of a gun

[Bridge: Janet Jackson]

Got a chip upon your shoulder

I just knocked it off

Show me what you're gonna do

I ain't 'bout to run

You have just run out of ammunition

Shooting blanks now, you son of a gun

Missy, Janet, Carly

[Pre-Chorus: Janet Jackson & Missy Elliot]

Oh (Oh), who you gonna give it to?

Who you gonna steal it from?

Who's your next victim?

Oh (Oh), who you gonna lie to

Who you gonna cheat on?

Who you gonna leave alone?

Oh (Oh), what ya gonna tell her

After she discovers

You don't really love her

Oh (Oh), it's gonna be a showdown

Knock down, drag out

Gunslingin' shoot 'em up

[Interlude over pre-Chorus: Carly Simon]

No, no, no, no, no

It's not what you say, it's what you do

You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you

Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you?

[Chorus: Janet Jackson & Carly Simon]

I betcha think this song is about you (Don't you?)

I betcha think this song is about you (I bet you)

I betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you

Don't you?

Don't you?

Don't you?

[Outro: Janet Jackson]

Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too

Greedy motherfuckers try to have their cake and eat it too

I'm gone