[Verse 1: Tweedy Bird Loc]
Instinct pisses me the f** off:
Every time I hear a b**h open up her goddamn mouth
And speak up on some bullsh**
Like that dumb a** song ("Who you callin a b**h?!")
So now I'm calling you a b**h, b**h
Cause you took upon yourself to respond that punk sh**
Or get mad yo and throwing a fit
But baby, I know that your momma didn't name you b**h
But you take the sh** wrong
So you must be a b**h, cause you put the f**ing shoes on
And you supposed to be a Queen?
But b**h you can s** on my muthaf**in dingaling
And ain't nobody trying to make a sister feel low
Cuz a b**h is a b**h, and a hoe is a muthaf**in hoe
But I'm here to let your a** know
That I'm check fancy b**hes in muthaf**in 94'
Cause I don't give a f**
I'm not the type of n***a that's gonna tell a b**h to keep her head up
Especially you, b**h, cause you don't like men
You muthaf**in lesbian
That's the reason why you "living single", b**h:
Cause you never had a real man to mingle with!
But you can be my buddy and get down with OPP
If you comin to my house and go down on me
And taste this dick
Cause that's the new type of flavor for your a** to roll with
But since you don't like men get the f** out my house
Before I beat your muthaf**in mouth up
Cause I'm naughty by nature, and they don't call me D-Nice
But if I beat your a**, I will be doing 25 to life
But I'll be damned if you put me on handcuffs
The only thing you gon be cuffin, b**h, is deeez muthaf**in nuts
So grab your sweatshirt, your basketball, your Nikes and your mic
Jump your dyke a** on your motorcycle and take a f**in hike
But before you go, listen to me, G:
Ain't nothing good gonna come to you till you do right by me
And get you some dick
Queen Latifah, yous'a dyke a** biiiiiitch!
[Hook: Fo' Clips]
Who's the dyke on the mic?
b**h that's right ("Who you callin a b**h?!")
Who's the dyke on the mic?
You's a b**h and that'll be for everyone to see ("Who you callin a b**h?!")
[Verse 2: Fo' Clips]
Well, it's so many b**hes out there like you
And so many n***as like me
See that's gonna f** you
You all about about game and I know
What you want is this dick down your motherf**in throat
Now come
Walk by me, with them cut off shorts
So watch my fingers do the muthaf**in walkin
Cause you the type of b**h that don't understand
Tryin to wear the pants of a man with your dyke a**
I hear you hollering that I'll handcuff sh**
I guess you wanna get your black brothers twisted, now peep this
"You and I on the beach..."
f**in b**h, making history
And hoe what the f** you gotta let me know?
I ain't hearing ya!
I'm too f**ed up off that indo
A b**h like you I do real good
Take it to my hood, tell you what you wanna hear
Do what I wanna do and how my whole crew do you
And don't act shy, there ain't no need to hide your p**y
You think your sh**'s sacred? b**h, get naked!
And there ain't no reason why I'm like this
It's just a game that I got from you punk a** b**hes
[Hook: Fo' Clips]
Who's the dyke on the mic?
b**h that's right ("Who you callin a b**h?!")
Who's the dyke on the mic?
You's a b**h and that'll be for everyone to see ("Who you callin a b**h?!")
Who's the dyke on the mic?
b**h that's right ("Who you callin a b**h?!")
Who's the dyke on the mic?
You's a b**h and that'll be for everyone to see ("Who you callin a b**h?!")
[Outro: Tweedy Bird Loc]
Yeah, MC Lyte I wanna f** you too since you a ruffneck!
I'm wanna go up in all you dyke a** b**hes
Turn your a** back straight!
Nefertiti, all you hoes!
Any dykes out there want some dick?
[Hook: Fo' Clips]
Who's the dyke on the mic?
b**h that's right ("Who you callin a b**h?!")
Who's the dyke on the mic?
You's a b**h and that'll be for everyone to see ("Who you callin a b**h?!")