She's a… bitch

Missy talking:
I'ma tell y'all straight up and down
It's like this is for real, it's going down like this for real
(She's a… bitch)
I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland, beat bitin'
You know what I'm sayin', I'ma bring it to you like this

By all means necessary
You might catch me somewhere stickin' your baby daddy
They say, yo Missy you whack, but y'all not ready
I come back like a smack, you hear my gats in your back
(bla! bla! bla! bla!) huh
Like spaghetti, half of you MC's be stinkin' like bootetti
So your record label cut you off like confetti
Then you wanna call Missy and beg me, beg me
Oh beg me, beg me, dag I'm very scary
Burn a whole club down like I was Carrie
Give a boy a french kiss, he want to marry
See y'all jealous tricks, y'all cannot stand me
Oh, that's fine and dandy
Hey daddy-daddy, why these chicken heads
Ooh! They be so petty, hey nah nah nah you bet not test me
I keep on telling you nah you never ready, nah you never ready

Chorus:
Get rowdy! Let me hear y'all loudly!
Keep my high niggas round me
Let me see y'all work it and work it till you can't stand up
Get rowdy! Let me hear y'all loudly!
Keep my high niggas round me
Let me see y'all work it baby, work, work it baby

In the club I see niggas
Think I'm super fly, they blow me sugahs
So I cut them short, like scissors
They tryin' to take me home, they give me liquor
Do you know who I am? I'ma bitch
Do you know what I make? Filthy rich
Do you know what this means? Gotta gat
I thought you was a freak! Never that
You see me on the road when I stroll
I float through the toll, like whoa (beep beep)
You just a silly ho, this I know
You be at every show, for the dough, hear me now

Chorus

Huh, beat biter, dope style taker
Originator, or just an imitator
Stealin' our beats like you're the one who made em
Timbaland's the teacher and I'm the one that grade em
Check the verbatim, F is how we rate em 
How dare you make em just like we made em
I won't blame em and I won't say em,
Save this for later, so I can tell you straighter

Chorus

Missy talking:
Now see this one right here, this is for everybody
This is for my people, east
East, west, south…east, west, south
But you know what, before I get up on outta here
I gotta say one thing to all y'all beat biters
It's all about the year 2000, you know what I'm sayin'
And I'm kinda sick of that, that (ka-ka-ka-ka)
That (ka-ka-ka-ka) that (ka-ka-ka-ka)
On everything y'all gotta come up with your own creativity
Y'all own originality, ya own stlye, you know what I'm sayin'
You gonna be left behind this time, alright, ain't no love lost
All I just need you to do is STOP BEAT BITING!

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