Durty

(Intro: Millie Jackson) Due to the fact that there are some people Like the lady over there that said she was Who thinks I'm dirty I really couldn't give a shit 'Cause ya'll by my records Them same ones that be talkin' 'bout I'm dirty Be buyin' my shit and hidin' it (Verse 1: Lil' Kim) Why all di dutty nigga dem sit around and judge me All dem a chat bout, don't even budge me cause Mi no owe nobody no explanation I convert it over to di almighty one When dis bad gyal come out We jus run dem in di morgue and dem caan't come out some a di gyal 'em need to jus shut dem mouth some a di dutty niggaz need to jus shut dem... Lil' Kim stay hot Pull up with my nigga in the eighty foor yacht Man this hatin' don't stop Real recognize real you studio gangstas kill me I know my vets in the game got to feel me 'Cause from the gate I *brrrr-raaa* down the door Like Eddy Murphy I gave it to you raw Two-piece bikini, Fendi mink draggin' on the floor Kim been the first lady since I dropped Hard Core A lot of these hoes livin' vicariously through me 'Steada doin' them, they'd rather do me Watchin' them is like a Broadway play Sittin' next to the Queen Is the closest they'll ever get to Brooklyn Why ya'll frontin' you know who the best be I'm the reason why the game so sexy The originator, the trend creator Bitch, you dun know you haffa respect me (Interlude: Adele Givens I know what you think, she's such a f**kin' lady Yes I am, that's right, I was raised that way (Verse 2: Lil' Kim) Now if a mon want it, make 'im pay down pon it Mon want it, make 'im pay it down Now if a mon want it, make 'im pay down pon it Mon want it, make 'im pay it down No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh, heard dat No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh So don't preach to me 'bout singing All I want is mah self respect You see your words don't mean a thing Show me a man, who neva sin yet, uh-uh The feds pinched me for shootin' But instead they indicted me for my f**kin' music This jealous muthaf**ka and this prosecutin' dyke bitch Probly go home, listen to How Many Licks Stay away from 5-0, that's that hiphop cop These cheese eatin' rodents really got the game caught You see when you on top, niggas want what you got Even though they idolize you, they still critisize you So don't preach to me bout singing, I, I am just a woman You've got your feelings I got mine, I'm only human And I gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on I've gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on I'm tryna go down as a gyal who know how to get it on I... gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on So if mi waan fi skin out and gwaan like mi bad That's just between me and mi God And if mi waan fi shot out and gwaan like mi bad That's just up to me Now if a mon want it, make 'im pay down pon it Mon want it, make 'im pay it down Now if a mon want it, make 'im pay down pon it Mon want it, make 'im pay it down No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh, heard dat No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh So don't preach to me 'bout singing All I want is mah self respect