[Produced by Timbaland]
[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’ about, “What’s the reasons?”
I’m a pimp in every sense of the word
Bitch, better trust and believe ’em
In the cut where I keep ’em
‘Til I need a nut, ’til I need to beat the guts
Then it’s “beep beep” and I’m pickin’ them up
Let ’em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga’s 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 part 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 ride!
[Hook: Jay Z]
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 N.Y.C
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Nigga, it’s the big Southern rap impresario
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 motherfuckers 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 stab 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 hatin’ I
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 yo’ ass to the back as I’m flyin’ to the track
Timbaland, let me spit my prose on
Pump it 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 flip, gettin’ throwed on the flip
Gettin’ blowed with the motherfuckin’ Jigga Man, fool!
[Hook 2: Bun B]
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
[Verse 3: Pimp C]
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 with 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
Uhhh, now what y’all know about them Texas boys?
Comin’ down in candied toys
Smokin’ weed and talkin’ noise
[Hook 2: Bun B]
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
[Verse 4: Jay Z]
On the canopy, my stamina be
Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
MTV jam of the week
Made my money quick, then back to the streets
But still sittin’ on blades, sippin’ that Ray
Standin’ on the corner of my block, hustlin’
Still gettin’ that cane
Half what I paid slippin’ right through customs
It’ll sell by night, its egg shell white
I got so many grams, if the man find out
It will land me in jail for life
But I’m still big pimpin’, spendin’ cheese
With Bun B, Pimp C, and Timothy
We got bitches in the back of the truck
Laughin’ it up, Jigga Man: that’s what’s up!
[Hook 2: Bun B]
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
