Is That Your Chick (The Lost Verses)

[Jay-Z]

R-O-C

Memph Bleek

Jigga man

Missy, Twista sho' nuff

Yeah, yo

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 BIG

(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'mma pimp her, it's over man

When I twist her in the Gold sedan

Like I'm Goldie man, you're bitch chose man

Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands

wedding bands don't make it rosy man

[Missy]

Oh is that your chick

Why she all in his six?

With her hand on his dick

Keep licking her lips

Is that your chick?

Why she all in his ride?

With her hand on his thigh

Keep looking in his eyes

Oh is that your chick?

You better tell her chill

While you all in his grill

Don't you know that man kill?

Is that your chick?

Why she beeping him?

Keep praising him?

Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

[Memphis Bleek]

Yo check it now, yo, yo

Your hoe chose I

I ain't gonna lie

What I look like turnin' down chocha

Drove by, smokin' lye

Recognize a pimp, open your eyes

Hop in the passenger side of the ride

Damn Bleek, can't speak

Uh-huh, okay, what's up, SHUT UP

And close the door

Act like you been in the drop top

On the open road before

Fix your weave, then fix me

Ever gave head doing 160?

Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy

How you love how the white wife beater fit me

M-dot, him hot, them not

(That's gangsta)

[Missy]

Oh is that your chick

Why she all in his six?

With her hand on his dick

Keep licking her lips

Is that your chick?

Why she all in his ride?

With her hand on his thigh

Keep looking in his eyes

Oh is that your chick?

You better tell her chill

While you all in his grill

Don't you know that man kill?

Is that your chick?

Why she beeping him?

Keep praising him?

Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

[Twista]

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' till 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

[Missy]

Oh is that your chick

Why she all in his six?

With her hand on his dick

Keep licking her lips

Is that your chick?

Why she all in his ride?

With her hand on his thigh

Keep looking in his eyes

Oh is that your chick?

You better tell her chill

While you all in his grill

Don't you know that man kill?

Is that your chick?

Why she beeping him?

Keep praising him?

Cause that's Bleek and them, trick

[Jay-Z]

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