Missy Elliott - Is That Yo b**h? lyrics

[Verse 1--Jay-Z] Uh, yo don't get mad at me I don't love 'em I f** 'em I don't chase 'em I duck 'em I replace 'em with another one You had to see she keep calling me BIG And my name is Jay-Z She be all on my dick Gradually I'm taking over your b**h Coming over your sh** Got my feet up on you sofa, man I eat a hostess from my open hand You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans I got your b**h 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, Like It's over man Twista In the gold sedan Jigga man, iceberg, with the frozen hands Wedding bells won't make it rosey man [Hook--Missy Elliott] Oh is that your b**h Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your b**h? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thighs Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your b**h? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man k**? Is that your b**h? Why she paging him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Jay and them, b**h [Verse 2] 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 sh**, I put the rubber on tighter Sent her home, when she entered home You hugged her up What the f** is up? She got you whipped, got your kids Got your home, but that's not your b**h 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 b**h [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks It can only lead to something unfortunate Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your b**h Play the four dot, Jigga man go first Then we all rock till we all hot You know the boy from the Roc got them who*es on lock Got the b**hes in the smash Make them drawers drop fast Cause we get more cash than the average n***a? All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this n***a Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that You would f** mine How the hell can you knock that? I'm just playing the cards choosenly Jigga man- who you supposed to be? [Hook] [Verse 4--Twista] Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming Like a demon fiending for the semen Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan Gone while I'm leanin' smoking I'm whip it in the stomach Your b**h on the pa**enger side of me flashing your money Why you acting so funny? You know she been flirting while your working Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain Poppin' that p**y Sweatin' till no fluid is left When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to d**h You gon' ruin your rep Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers 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 a** To climax I come up with a nab The game don't stop Legit ballers bending up the block n***as rushing, coming at us cause of status and props s**ing and f**ing, loving it when I put tha dick up inside her Can't help it if she's in love with a ridah [Hook x4]