Released on October 29, 1996

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[Chorus: Puff Daddy (Biggie)]

Heh, heheheh

I got, no time for fake niggas

Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas

From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)

And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (say what?)

I got, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)

Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)

From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)

And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (he-heh)

("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?")

I got, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)

Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)

("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die")

From East to West coast spread love niggas (ha hahh, that's right)

And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (Let's go)


[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Diddy)]

Yeahhh, I Momma, Miss Ivana

Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana

Stick you for your cream and your riches

Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches

Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer

I follow -- in the E-Class with the goggles

'96 model, bad clique on the stroll

(Tell 'em how we roll) cruise control

Nuthin' make a woman feel better

Than Berettas and Amarettas, butter leathers and mad cheddars

Chillin in a Benz with my ami-gos

Tryin to stick a nigga for his pe-sos

If you say so's, then I'm the same chick

That you wanna get with, lick up in my twat

Gotta hit the spot, if not don't test the poom poom

Nanny nanny, punani donny, hey

[Chorus: Puff Daddy (Biggie)]

No time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)

Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)

From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)

And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (he heh)

("How you figure that your team can effect my cream?")

I got, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)

Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)

("I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die")

From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)

And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim, Puff Daddy]

How you like it baby? Uhh, from the front

Uhh, from the back, give that ass a smack

Bet your man won't do it like that

Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little

Let me grab your ta-ta's, do the cha-cha

Make you scream Pa-pa, you da best, Da Da

Now watch mama, go up and down dick to jaw crazy

Uhh! Say my name baby (okay)

Before you nut, I'ma dribble down your butt cheeks

Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little

I'm drinkin babies, then I cracks for the Mercedes

Act shady, and feel my .380 {*gun cocks*}

Or the raven, oohwee I see

Your girl ain't a "Freak Like Me", or Adina

Huh, can't fade the rhinoceros of rap (say what?)

Lil' Kim pussy (uhh), how preposterous is that? (ha hah!)


[Chorus: Puff Daddy]

I got no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)

Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)

From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)

And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (he heh)

I got, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)

Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)

From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)

And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (c'mon)


[Verse 3: Lil' Kim (Diddy)]

Uhh, right back at cha, the one Cleopatra (say what?)

Diggin' in your stash

(Niggas think they gonna get some ass)

No money money

No licky licky -- fuck the dicky dicky

And the quickie, gimme your loot

Your MAC-11 then shoot

Your game ain't sweet, John Paul peeps

Shouldn't compete, if you can't wet it, forget it

Don't sweat it, I bet it'd

Make ya cum smooth if you let it

Huh, you can't stop a bitch from ballin

Ha-ha to la-la to drive-by's they be callin', and you ain't know

While you be kickin' that old shit (talk to me) we makin hits

Platinum and gold shit (we don't stop)

I stay draped in diamonds and pearls

Beside every man is a Bad Girl

(That's right... '96, Bad Boy, c'mon)


[Chorus: Puff Daddy]

I got no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)

Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)

From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)

And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (he heh)

I got, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)

Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)

From East to West coast spread love niggas (that's right)

And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (c'mon)

As we proceed, to give you what you need!

We continue on!

Uh-uh, uh-uh, c'mon! Hahaha