Is that yo' bitch?

Is that yo' bitch? Lyrics

[Jay-Z]
Uh, yo don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I f**k '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**ch
Coming over your sh*t
Got my feet up on you sofa, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to beer shifts and there be soda cans
I got your b**ch in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
It's over man, it's over man

[Missy]
Oh is that your b**ch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your b**ch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your b**ch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your b**ch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Jay and them, b**ch

[Jay-Z]
Why you home alone, while she's 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 wiped her, sh*t I put that rubber on tighter
Sent her home, when she entered home
You hugged her up
What the f**k is up?
She got you whipped, got your kids
Got your home, but that's not your b**ch
You share that girl, don't let 'em hear that at Earl
It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick
Ain't saving it, unfaithful b**ch

[Missy]
Oh is that your b**ch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your b**ch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your b**ch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your b**ch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Jay and them b**ch

[Jay-Z]
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**ch
Play the floor dot Jigga man go first
Then we all rock till we all hot
You know the boy from the Roc got them whores on lock
Got the b**ches in the smash
Making yours drive fast
Do we get more cash than the average nigga?
All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this nigga
Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that
You can f**k mine
How the hell can you knock that?
I'm just playing the cards choosenly
Jigga man who ya supposed to be?

[Missy]
Oh is that your b**ch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your b**ch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your b**ch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your b**ch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Jay and them b**ch

[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**ch on the passenger 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 pussy
Sweatin' till no fluid is left
When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death
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 ass
To climax I come up with a nab
The game don't stop
Legit ballers bending up the block
Niggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and props
Sucking and f**king, loving it when I put tha dick up inside her
Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah

[Missy]
Oh is that your b**ch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your b**ch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your b**ch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your b**ch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Jay and them, b**ch
Oh is that your b**ch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your b**ch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your b**ch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your b**ch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Jay and them, b**ch
Oh is that your b**ch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your b**ch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your b**ch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your b**ch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Jay and them
Oh is that your b**ch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your b**ch?
Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh
Keep looking in his eyes
Oh is that your b**ch?
You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?
Is that your b**ch?
Why she paging him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Jay and them, b**ch