Released on April 27, 1999

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[Verse 1: Eve]

Uh

Sick when she rock shit, stop when she block shit

Never try to run when she pull back and cock shit

"Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop" shit

Got 'em goin' crazy, wonderin' when they can cop shit

First lady, Ruff Ryder, honey got the hot shit

Star-bound, money now, for jet-black, drop shit

Eve guarantee, bet ya nigga wanna pop this

Little kids be behind me, screamin' out, "Can you stop, miss?!?"

Know they daddy's fiendin', daydreamin' 'bout me topless

Real bitches listen while they ride and knock my shit

Try not to move ya head, come on now, stop it

Hustle, nigga, bet he take off quicker than coke profit

'Cause I can double it, and put bitch on bitch

Brick on brick, stitch on stitch – who you fuckin' wit'?

Not me, can't a nigga or a bitch stop me

You hatin' muthafuckas, line-up for your first copy

[Chorus: Darrin Dean & Swizz Beatz, Eve]

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones – UHH!

Roll it up and just light some – UHH!

Where my niggas with the big guns?

And when you smoke that shit, it's like, "WHOA! WHOA!"

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones – UHH!

Roll it up and just light some – UHH!

Where my bitches that take ones?

'Cause when we light that shit, it's like, "WHOA! WHOA!"

[Verse 2: Eve, Swizz Beatz]

Uh, yo – start the beef, hold up

Ran when we rolled up

Tough guy, wanna try ya luck? Bet ya fold up

Ask around, partner – got this whole shit sewed up

Got ya cryin' like, "Man... I wanna blow up!!"

Cowards make me sick, swear to God, I wanna throw-up

Entering a session with me? You better flow tough!

Offended? Don't agree with what I'm sayin', nigga? So what?!

Now I gotta teach you respect, you better slow up

Question, "Can she really hold it down?" Sho' 'nuff

Philly's where she from, but when she smoke, she like to go Dutch

You know what? Quick to take the next man shine

Quick to make 'em start bitchin', make the next man whine

Fuckin' babies! Go ahead and lay down, it's nap-time

Same shit you spittin' now, I heard it in your last rhyme

Ain't too much that you could do, so that ya skills could pass mine

Career finito, here's some dough – go watch a peep show

[Chorus: Darrin Dean & Swizz Beatz, Eve]

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones – UHH!

Roll it up and just light some – UHH!

Where my niggas with the big guns?

And when you smoke that shit, it's like, "WHOA! WHOA!"

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones – UHH!

Roll it up and just light some – UHH!

Where my bitches that take ones?

'Cause when we light that shit, it's like, "WHOA! WHOA!"


[Verse 3: Eve]

Want me to talk crazy? Shit... my moms made me

And all ya'll niggas could ever do is spend or pay me

And gon' never change, do anything for brains

Call my celly to come get you, while I pass you in your Range

Nigga ridin' shotgun in your car to your friend's

And what the fuck you gonna do, but wanna blow out your brain?

Clown, I spot 'em from the time you buy me a drink

Instantly, I get a vision of diamond-studded links, and

Full length minks, and little doggies dyed pink

'Cause I know ya wanna spend your last, before you even think

If you know somethin', speak it – shit, I can keep a secret

To me, the niggas with the most money, is the cheapest

Wanna give me money off the books? Daddy, you can keep it!

That's why they got them hoes tight, and in the most fights

And walk with big brolic niggas thats protectin' they life

If you know you pussy, nigga – take off the ice!

[Chorus: Darrin Dean & Swizz Beatz, Eve]

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones – UHH!

Roll it up and just light some – UHH!

Where my niggas with the big guns?

And when you smoke that shit, it's like, "WHOA! WHOA!"

Y'all fuckin' with the right ones – UHH!

Roll it up and just light some – UHH!

Where my bitches that take ones?

'Cause when we light that shit, it's like, "WHOA! WHOA!"