Lil´ Kim, Left Eye, Missy Elliot, Da Brat, & Angie Martinez (appears on the unedited version of the Nothing To Lose soundtrack)
Uhh, yeah Uhh, here´s another one, and another one Yeah From Lil´ Kim, the Queen Bee
It´s ladies night what, it must be Angie on the mic The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice Roll the L´s tight keep the rhymes right Yo I just made this motherfucker up last night And uhh... I´m the rookie on this all-star team Me and Kim is gettin´ cream like Thelma and Louise But on chrome never leave that Brooklyn shit alone So if you say it´s on then it´s on
Bang this in your whips Pack ´em call the roadie with the chips in the wrists Here´s a french kiss I dismissed all you chicks split six from the four-fifth Make you dance ooowwww I stay focused in the dopest Like a penny with a hole in it y´all just hopeless And toke this I ain´t lyin´ Niggas tryin´ to knock me off keep tryin´ All it takes is one phone call to my street team Promote that ass like a soundtrack New Jack Ci-tay Set It Off with that eighty-fiftay Y´all missin´ the buck what the fuck
Bump Biggie in the truck hand a buck to my several bitches Lemme see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest It´s the rap Mae West to Q-B And I got all my sisters with me
Chorus: Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is tight Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night) Oh this is ladies night, and the feel is right Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)
Uhh, never the one packin´ a gun Got some other raw chicks for that lay that ass flat I be the one chokin´ ya paragraphs with laughs
Get ya back up on the right path Ain´t no stoppin´ my ladies from club hoppin´ gets my rock on From flavors still frozen at Paradise joint Booty shakin´ with the glass in my left one Right hand sayin´ step-son To me my girls is fancy fly bitches To my niggas straight snitches and to them other chicos Lady pimp ain´t havin´ that shit If you ain´t got the cash to stash suck my dick hoes Strictly a bell ringer Lay another finger on this big bad wolf miss lady rap singer I be the one to blame as the flames keep risin´ To the top and it don´t stop
Chorus
Y´all see how these bogus niggas try not to notice the dopest bitches Approachin´ with good intentions but focusin´ on they riches If it´s too hot then get the fuck up out the kitchen Niggas dicks stay lifted when they thinkin´ of me Cause the rhythm I kick puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic Fillin´ ´em with sluggers off the nine milli luger click Bitches bust we just, keep kickin´ up dust And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors Humor me by huggin´ me sayin´ you lovin´ me Playa phony niggas be buggin´ I can tell
Cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push keys Need to get me mo´ of deez, VV´s and M3´s Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-eys Fuck the police keep my wallet obese Who the Windy City woman still comin´ and gunnin´ Straight from the Chi Tonight´s the night for all the ladies let´s get high
Chorus
Aiyyo Kim, heheh, ya know what I´m sayin´ I ain´t even gon´ leave without sayin somethin´ on this track You ain´t gonna use me to just be singin´ hooks What I look like Patti LaBelle or somebody nigga heheh
Check it out, uh huh, yeah
Oh what a night You should be like Missy ´stead of bein´ like Mike I like to ride ponies instead of ridin´ bikes Me and Lil´ Kim got the rhymes to incite I gotta catch a flight Aheheh, round three and shit Niggas can´t see us from Elektra to Undeas Aaaaoooowwww niggas wanna be us Heh I´m out heh, ooh