[Produced by Timbaland]

[Intro: JAY-Z]

Uh, uh, uh, uh

It's big pimpin', baby (That's right)

It's big pimpin', spendin' Gs

Feel me, uh-huh uh, uh-huh

Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah

Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah

[Verse 1: JAY-Z]

You know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em

‘Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em

Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin' good

But I don't fuckin' feed 'em

First time they fuss, I'm breezin'

Talkin' 'bout, "What's the reasons?"

I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch

Better trust and believe 'im

In the cut where I keep 'em

'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts

Then it's, "Beep-beep," then I'm pickin' them up

Let 'em play with the dick in the truck

Many chicks wanna put Jigga fists in cuffs

Divorce him and split his bucks

Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread

So you can be livin' it up? Shit, I

Parts with nothin', y'all be frontin'

Me give my heart to a woman?

Not for nothin', never happen

I'll be forever mackin'

Heart cold as assassins

I got no passion

I got no patience, and I hate waitin'

Ho, get your ass in and let's ri-i-i-i-i-ide

Check 'em out now, ri-i-i-i-i-ide

Yeah, and lets ri-i-i-i-i-ide

Check 'em out now

Ride!

[Chorus: JAY-Z]

Yeah, we doin', big pimpin', we spendin' cheese

Check 'em out now

Big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s, we doin'

Big pimpin' up in NYC

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B-U-N B

(Yo, yo, yo) Big pimpin', spendin' cheese, we doin'

Big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s, we doin'

Big pimpin' up in NYC

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B-U-N B

Check 'em out now

[Verse 2: Bun B]

Nigga, it's the big Southern rap empresario

Comin' straight up out the black barrio

Makes a mill' up off a sorry ho

Then sit back and peep my sce-nahr-i-o

Oops, my bad, that's "My scenario"

No, I can't fuck a scary ho

Now every time, every place, everywhere we go

Hoes start pointin', they say: "There he go!"

Now these ma'fuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit

We don't pull it out over little shit

And if you catch a lick when I spit

Then it won't be a little hit

Go read a book, you illiterate son of a bitch!

And step up your vocab!

Don't be surprised if your ho's there out with me

And you see us comin' down on yo' SLAB

Livin' ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it

But, nigga, if you hate now then you wait while I get your bitch butt-naked

Just break it; you gotta pay like you weigh wet with two pairs of clothes on

Now get your ass to the back as I fly to the track, Timbaland, let me spit my prose on

Posted up in the pro-zone

That's the track that we breakin' these hoes on

Ain't the track that we flows on

But when shit get hot then the Glock start poppin' like ozone

We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man

For real, it don't get no bigger, man

Don't trip, let's sip, gettin' throwed on the flip

Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool!

[Chorus 2: Bun B, Pimp C]

We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese

We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s

We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B-U-N B

'Cause we be big pimpin', spendin' cheese

And we be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s

'Cause we be big pimpin' in P.A.T

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B-U-N B (Uh,) nigga

[Verse 3: Pimp C, Bun B]

Smokin' out, pourin' up

Keepin' lean up in my cup

All my car got leather and wood

In my hood we call it "buck"

Everybody wanna ball

Holla at broads at the mall

If he up, watch him fall

Nigga, I can't fuck wit' y'all

If I wasn't rappin', baby

I would still be ridin' Mercedes

Comin' down and sippin' daily

No record 'til whitey pay me

Uh, now what y'all

Know about them Texas boys?

Comin' down in candied toys

Smokin' weed and talkin' noise (We be)

[Chorus 2: Bun B]

Big pimpin', spendin' cheese

We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s

We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B-U-N B

'Cause we be big pimpin', spendin' cheese

And we be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s

'Cause we be big pimpin' in P.A.T

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and B-U-N B, nigga