Is That Your Bitch Lyrics

Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em, I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em
I replace 'em with another one

You had to see, she keep calling me B.I.G.
(And another one)
And my name is Jay-Z, she was all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking over your bitch
Coming over your shit

Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans
I got your bitch up in my Rover, man

I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact, I diss her, I'm a bolder man
I'ma pimp her, it's over, man
It's over, man, it's over, man

Oh, is that your bitch, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch, why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep looking in his eyes

Oh, is that your bitch? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch, why she paging him?
Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch

Yo, yo, why you home alone, why she out with me?
Room 112, hotel balcony
How she say, “Jay, you can call the house for me”?
There's no respect at all, you betta check her, dawg
She keep beggin' me to hit it raw

So she can have my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she? And you wifed her
Shit, I put the rubber on tighter
Sent her home, when she entered home
You hugged her up, what the fuck is up?

She got you whipped, got your kids
Got your home, but that's not your bitch
You share that girl, don't let 'em hear daddy Earl
It'll make 'em sick, that his favorite chick
Ain't saving it, unfaithful bitch

Oh, is that your bitch, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch, why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep looking in his eyes

Oh, is that your bitch? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch, why she paging him?
Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch

Cool out, homie, you betta keep her away from my balling clique
Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix
From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks
From catz who order Cris, play the floor with the Knicks

That can only lead to something unfortunate
Hot boy like Jigga Man, scorch your bitch
Play the floor dot, Jigga Man go first
Then we all rock 'cause we all hot
You know the boys from the Roc got them whores on lock
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Got them bitches in the smash, making yours drive fast
'Cause we get more cash than the average nigga
All dem hoes like, “Damn I gotta have this nigga”
'Cause I'ma hot, black, how in the hell can you stop that?
You would fuck mine, how the hell can you knock that?
I'm just playing the cards choosenly, Jigga Man, who ya supposed to be?

Oh, is that your bitch, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch, why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep looking in his eyes

Oh, is that your bitch? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch, why she paging him?
Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch

Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming
Like a demon, fiending for the semen
Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan
Gone while I'm leanin', smoking

I'm whip it in the stomach
Your bitch on the passenger side of me, flashing your money
Why you acting so funny?
You know she been flirting while your working
Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain

Poppin' that pussy, sweatin' 'til no fluid is left
When I come in the party with J, we gonna do it to death
You gon' ruin your rep, trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers
Playa lectures got me shining like a new Gator stepper

Must have been mad when your ho put my stuff in the dash
Bust in her ass, to climax I come up with a nab
The game don't stop, legit ballers bending up the block
Niggas rushing, coming at us 'cause of status and props
Sucking and fucking, loving it when I put tha dick up inside her
Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah

Oh, is that your bitch, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch, why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep looking in his eyes

Oh, is that your bitch? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch, why she paging him?
Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch

Oh, is that your bitch, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch, why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep looking in his eyes

Oh, is that your bitch? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch, why she paging him?
Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch

Oh, is that your bitch, why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick, keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch, why she all in his ride?
With her hand on his thigh, keep looking in his eyes

Oh, is that your bitch? You better tell her chill
While you all in his grill, don't you know that man kill?
Is that your bitch, why she paging him?
Keep praising him? 'Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch