Lil Kim: Durty

[Intro: Millie Jackson] Due to the fact that there are some peopleLike the lady over there that said she wasWho thinks I'm dirtyI really couldn't give a shit'Cause ya'll by my recordsThem same ones that be talkin' 'bout I'm dirtyBe buyin' my shit and hidin' it[Verse 1: Lil' Kim] Why all di dutty nigga dem sit around and judge meAll dem a chat bout, don't even budge me causeMi no owe nobody no explanationI convert it over to di almighty oneWhen dis bad gyal come outWe jus run dem in di morgue and dem caan't come outsome a di gyal 'em need to jus shut dem mouthsome a di dutty niggaz need to jus shut dem....Lil' Kim stay hotPull up with my nigga in the eighty foor yachtMan this hatin' don't stopReal recognize real you studio gangstas kill meI know my vets in the game got to feel me'Cause from the gate I *brrrr-raaa* down the doorLike Eddy Murphy I gave it to you rawTwo-piece bikini, Fendi mink draggin' on the floorKim been the first lady since I dropped Hard CoreA lot of these hoes livin' vicariously through me'Steada doin' them, they'd rather do meWatchin' them is like a Broadway playSittin' next to the Queen Is the closest they'll ever get to BrooklynWhy ya'll frontin' you know who the best beI'm the reason why the game so sexyThe originator, the trend creatorBitch, you dun know you haffa respect me[Interlude: Millie Jackson] I know what you think, she's such a fuckin' ladyYes 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 itMon want it, make 'im pay it downNow if a mon want it, make 'im pay down pon itMon want it, make 'im pay it downNo money no love, sistas, no money no ugh, heard datNo money no love, sistas, no money no ughSo don't preach to me 'bout singingAll I want is mah self respectYou see your words don't mean a thingShow me a man, who neva sin yet, uh-uhThe feds pinched me for shootin'But instead they indicted me for my fuckin' musicThis jealous muthafucka and this prosecutin' dyke bitchProbly go home, listen to How Many LicksStay away from 5-0, that's that hiphop copThese cheese eatin' rodents really got the game caughtYou see when you on top, niggas want what you gotEven though they idolize you, they still critisize youSo don't preach to me bout singing , I, I am just a womanYou've got your feelings I got mine, I'm only humanAnd I gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it onI've gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it onI'm tryna go down as a gyal who know how to get it onI...gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it onSo if mi waan fi skin out and gwaan like mi badThat's just between me and mi GodAnd if mi waan fi shot out and gwaan like mi badThat's just up to meNow if a mon want it, make 'im pay down pon itMon want it, make 'im pay it downNow if a mon want it, make 'im pay down pon itMon want it, make 'im pay it downNo money no love, sistas, no money no ugh, heard datNo money no love, sistas, no money no ughSo don't preach to me 'bout singingAll I want is mah self respect