Verse One:  Lil' Kim 
  
 I used to be scared of the dick 
 Now I throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real bitch 
 Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me 
 take it in the butt.  Yah, Jazz whah 
 I got land in the Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands 
 Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thing 
 can't you tell by the diamonds in my rings 
 that's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one 
 and another one, and another one, and another one 
 24 carot nigga, that's when I'm fuckin wit' the average nigga 
 word to Shaft, brothers be battin' me and oh 
 don'tya like the way I roll, and play wit' my pussy 
 tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy 
 Is it marriage  
 baby carots  
 shit no, on a dime shit is mine, got to keep em comin all the time 
 Why? 
  
 Chorus: Lil' Ceas, Lil' Kim 
  
 Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots 
 tough talk, tough walk, that shit is tired. 
 You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be 
 that's why your mad at me. 
 (repeat 2X) 
  
 Verse Two: Jay-Z 
  
 I'm big and untrust you in the studio with me 
 Don't you know I'm tryin' to set you continuosly 
 Pull a high power coup make, you jump ship  
 leave who you with I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew 
 Trip you for the cheese, tear your boom up, 
 Spread a ill boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas 
 Pushin backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits 
 Rock Little Kim hats and shit 
 I gets down and dirty for the doe 
 I got love and Big know it 
 he must got the studio bug 
 Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the street 
 With the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heat 
 But I ain't tryin' to beef 
 I'm just tryin to eat 
 Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet 
 And, no, my niggaz, but I like the sound 
 Lil' Kim and jigga sound like figgas 
  
 Chorus 
  
 Verse Three: Lil' Kim 
  
 Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his keys 
 Big scooped a young bitch off her knees 
 Threw me a high priced Beam's 
 Face on tv's, platinum CD's 
 shit, I never forget 
 Saw a nigga whah, pussy greased up 
 Stack the g's up, keep the knees up 
 What the fuck stay fillin, half a millin 
 Geneva diva yeah, I throws it down 
 Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one 
 Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one 
 Better off wit da Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don 
 Push the keys, G's threes for takes 
 Yeah, I ride crate state to state 
 Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim 
 While you daydreamin wine, I'll just keep gettin mine 
 And I'm married to this 
 Y'all strategy misses still plannin weddin's 
 M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit 
 Any type of threatens to pull shit 
  
 Chorus: Repeat 4X