She´s auh...bitch
I´ma tell y´all straight up and down
It´s like this for real, it´s going down like this for real
She´s auh...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
Sticking your baby´s daddy´s
They say yo Missy you wack, but y´all not ready
I come back like a smack, you hear my gats in your back
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, ooh!
Beg me beg me dag I´m very scary,
Give a nigga french kiss he want to marry
See y´all jealous tricks, y´all cannot stand me, ooh!
That´s fine and dandy, hey daddy-daddy
Why these chicken heads, ooh!
They be so petty, hey nah nah you bet not test me
I keep telling you nah you never ready, nah you never ready

HOOK 1:
Get rowdy let me hear y´all loudly keep my high niggas round me
Let me see y´all work it, and work it, til you can´t stand up

HOOK 2:
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 some scissors
They trying to take me home, they give me liquor
You know who I am?
I´m bitch, do you know what I make?
You see me on the road, when I scroll
I float through the toll, like whoa, you just a silly ho
This I know, you be at every show, for the dough, hear me now!
(Hooks 1 and 2)

Huh...beat biter, dope style taker, originator
You just an imatator, stealing our beats like you´re the one who made
Them Timbaland the teacher
I´m the one that grade ´em, check the verbatiim
"F" is how we rate ´em, how dare you make ´em
Just like we made ´em, and I won´t say ´em
Save this for later, so I can tell you straighter
(Hooks 1 and 2)

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 y´all beat biters
It´s about to be the year 2000 you know what I´m sayin´
And I´m the kind of sick of that
That(....), that(....), that(....)
On everything y´all gotta come up with y´all own creativity
Yah own originality, ya own style,
You know what I´m sayin´, you gonna be left behind this time
All right, ain´t no love lost
All I need you to do is STOP BEATING!