Is That Yo b*tch lyrics

by

Mariah Carey


[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Uh, yo don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em, I f*ck 'em
I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em
I replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me B.I.G
And my name is Jay-Z
She be all on my di*k
Gradually I'm taking over your b*tch
Coming over your sh*t
Got my feet up on you sofa, man
I eat a hostess from her open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans
I got your b*tch 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, it's over man
(It's over man, it's over man...)

[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
Oh, is that your b*tch? Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his di*k keep licking her lips
Is that your b*tch? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs keep looking in his eyes
Oh, is that your b*tch? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your b*tch? Why she paging him?
Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Jay and them, b*tch!
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
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*t, I put the rubber on tighter
Sent her home, when she entered home
You hugged her up
What the f*ck is up?
She got you whipped, got your kids
Got your home, but that's not your b*tch
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*tch

[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
Oh, is that your b*tch? Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his di*k keep licking her lips
Is that your b*tch? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs keep looking in his eyes
Oh, is that your b*tch? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your b*tch? Why she paging him?
Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Jay and them, b*tch!
[Verse 3: 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 di*ks
From cats who order Cris' play the floor with the Knicks
It can only lead to something unfortunate
Hot boy like Jigga Man scorch your b*tch
Play the four dot, Jigga Man go first
Then we all rock 'til we all hot
You know the boy from the Roc got them whores on lock
Got the b*tches in the smash
Make them drawers drop fast
'Cause we get more cash than the average n*gga?
All them hoes like "Damn, I gotta have this n*gga"
'Cause I'ma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that?
You would f*ck mine
How the hell can you knock that?
I'm just playing the cards choosenly
Jigga Man, who you supposed to be?

[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
Oh, is that your b*tch? Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his di*k keep licking her lips
Is that your b*tch? Why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thighs keep looking in his eyes
Oh, is that your b*tch? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your b*tch? Why she paging him?
Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Jay and them, b*tch!
[Verse 4: Twista]
The Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming
Like a demon fiending for the semen
Chrome gleaming like the dome on Keenan
Gone while I'm leanin' smoking
I'm whip it in the stomach
Your b*tch 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 j*rking for certain
Poppin' that pus*y
Sweatin' till no fluid is left
When I come in the party with Jay we gon' 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
n*ggas rushing, coming at us 'cause of status and props
Sucking and f*cking, loving it when I put the di*k up inside her
Can't help it if she's in love with a rider

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

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

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

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