[Intro]

No, man, all bitches are the same, just like my hoes, you know?

I keep 'em broke, wake up one morning with some money

They're subject to go crazy, you know?

I keep 'em looking good, pretty and all that, you know, but no dough

When I get a bitch, I got a bitch (Right on)

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

Word up

Got motherfuckin' brother wise

You know what I'm saying?

Teaching the uncivilized

Yeah, runnin' the streets, you know it's deep

Word up, check his technique, yeah

I be Ghostface

Flippin' the marvelous track

Yeah, you know the steelo

But yo, yo

Check the banging-est sounds that I invent

Fake niggas who tried to flex hard came and went

They couldn't match up with the fly nigga with his back against the wall

Heads clocked once I came in the door

I played the speaker, sippin' a Kahlua

Saw this bad bitch wit' a switch and, yo, I had to step to her

In a manner, and rather wished the current was warm

When I had reached her, I looked and knew the shit was on

Peace, excuse me, allow to introduce myself

Yo, I'm the man, and honey, you've been rated top shelf

Yo, what's your name, hon? Hair wrapped up in a bun

Your eyes sparkle just like glass in the sun

Never diss 'em, it's hard for a nigga just to miss 'em

Especially when you're browsin', goin' fishing

Your waistline bangin' like a bassline

Physical form is well complex, and, yo, I love your outline, boo

Your whole body is wild with your rugged profile

Enough to make a hard rock smile

You can't strike out, tell me what can really go wrong

You're rocking labels, Tommy Hil' down to Claiborne

Show me some love, hon, show me some love, boo

Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through

Ayo, peep it, I know you love Victoria's Secret

And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how I freaked it

Plus, see you're the type to make a nigga crash

Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass

Your body lotion is the potion

This shit got me open like dust and, yo, your stee is Thai potent, yo

We can go the distance, I'll put you under wings

From this convo, we can spark and see whatever brings

I walked the hot Arabian desert barefooted

I grabbed your hair, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]

Word up, yo, straight up and down, yo

Check the joint, baby

It be the Wu-Tang production

Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit

And brothers catchin' repercussions

Yo, straight up