If You Were My b*tch lyrics

by

Ja Rule


[Shady]
Now y'all know damn well, that a n*gga cain't sing
Yo, don't mess up my tape kid, this is for the ladies

Hook 1: Shady (Ja Rule)

If you we're my b*tch (If you was my b*tch)
Then I'd be ya n*gga
If you we're my b*tch (If you was my b*tch)
Then I'd be ya n*gga

[Shady] (Ja Rule)
Girl you know my style, I've been peepin for a while
And I really wanna know your name (What'd you say ya was again, holla at me)
I know what you're thinkin, just anotha star seekin
But baby money ain't a thang (Money ain't a thang, money ain't a thang)
Cause I can see yourself with me, and I can see myself with you
Honey what'choo wanna doooo? (Baby girl, what'cha wanna do?)
Bump that playa sh*t I talk, a n*gga ain't just tryin to f*ck
Shady n*ggas get lonely too (What oy know about that?)

Hook 1

[Shady] (Ja Rule)
Rolex's and Lexuses got you cashin checks and sh*t
All yours if you roll with me (Come on baby, let me show you some sh*t)
Finest female on the block, 'tween them legs you keep it hot
Cool that ass with I-C-E (Be easy)
Cause I can see yourself with me, and I can see myself with you
Honey what'choo wanna doooo? (What you wann do with me, huh?)
Bump that playa sh*t I talk, a n*gga ain't just tryin to f*ck
Shady n*ggas get lonely too (Yeah yeah)
[Tah Murdah]
Yo, if you was f*cking with me
I tell you, we couldn't f*ckin for free
You'd be a b*tch without chips if it was up to me
In other words, if it costs for you
Bet I won't be the reason you be flossin boo, neva spendin a penny
Neva no slow necks, f*ck you around fo' think you gonna down this henny
And inhale this 'dro, you gotta be kiddin ho
I'm the one with the wetter flow, and there I neva go
Just stack and let it grow, I ain't got chedda' to blow
sh*t, I' tryin to see the dealer for the five double O
Six, ya heard b*tch? Picture this
Me gettin hairs and nails done, neva
I rather put it in ya stomach however ya want it

[Black Child]
If you ever kiss this di*k, then you my b*tch
If you ever pushed my whip, you hold my bricks
Can't roll my spliff, I smoke 'dro and sh*t
??? I get dough, and don't share my sh*t
You hear my sh*t, people wear this di*k
I don't fear that click, I'll tear that sh*t
And won't lick it, you heard what I said
I might lie on my tongue but won't lie on my head

[Ja Rule]
b*tches lets get right, n*ggas lets get right
Murderers throw in for life
We gettin high tonight
Whether you know it or not baby
I get head in the drop baby
Ridin' down Sunset baby
I've been somewhat of a freak lately
Baby girl if you was my b*tch, you can get a taste di*k
I like the mouth moist once I put it on ya lips
I hearin a soft voice like "this my sh*t"
And in the back of my mind I'm like "she can't be serious"
Home is where it is, and home wreckers love to leave heads in your whip
To f*ck up your sh*t, baby girl is I was your n*ggA
Baby girl is you was my b*tch, it would be murderous

Hook 1 (with variations by Ja)
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