Lyrics: Lil' Kim. Cha Cha Cha.

[Tanya Speaking: (Lil Kim)]
Yow likkle kim u dun kno you're de original queen bee
ah wha we say is a gangsta thing
Tanya Stephens from Jamaica
wha u waan we do
a wha u mean
ah murda we haffi murda some pussi hole
yuh dun kno (yea)
blood clat.. a wha dat (check, check, check.. mm)

[Verse 1:]
my poppa taught me how to ride dicks
cut em off, freeze em, n use em as ice picks (yea, yea)
hard times baby,
got bitches upstate doing 2-8
for first degree rape
but i cant get uptate
my name whole weight (wha u seh)
like i said my name whole weight (dun kno)
pussy is the bait (dun kno)
around the way they call me the pink panther
ask Leon Ganther, (haha bout)
haha, he know,
the rap Josephine Baker
keep her wrist looking like strobe lights
when i buss my gun niggaz think im babylon (fer real)
cause my rocks shine on jus like dey sygon (boc boc boc boc..dun kno)
deceptive cons
deceptive nets
fuck it,
who u wit
betta claim ur sect
caution walkin on me mite break ur neck
im like water on the floor slippery wen wet (for real)
niggaz waan test me.. i doubt that
automatic ouzis we about that (u dun kno!)
we gun u in the sun or the rain
point blank range
me and my bitch can squeeze about 6 (yea, yea)

[Chorus: Tanya]
last night i heard the screamin
but it dont make no sense fi call the police (wah me seh)
last night i head the shooting
but it dont make no sense fi call the police
murda some bwoi ah go get tonight

[Verse 2:]
I got lil kim dats
and fuck nigga hats
where my bitches is at?
where my bitches is at? (right here)
be sure to tell dem cats
to lick between ya laps
n when its dey turn take a lil nap
when dawgs start barkin
throw they ass a snack
pat em on dey back
and that's that
it may sound rude
but i don't love you dudes
take you eatin my pussy n throw you on the innerlube (scene)
you think i give a fuck cause u paid for my food
put you out on the highway and make u strip nude (hehe)
den drive away in ur car wit ur wallet
thought i was sweet meat
look what u dun started [run dat]
u aint kno about the set it off queen bitch
in the porsche license plate read filthy rich
i spend money,
lend money
i play niggas wit money
matta fack i love money
and i never borrow
even if the ones low
cause if it cost ten i give em 20 so i never owe (scene)
and other women can't stand the way i'm livin
they not my problem
my main concern is kim (is all about)

[Chorus: Tanya]
last night i heard the screamin
but it dont make no sense fi call the police (wah we seh)
last night i head the shooting
but it dont make no sense fi call the police
murda some bwoi ah go get tonight (murda! murda!)

[Verse 3:]
As we pop the bub up in the reggae club
DJ rock rubbadub jams by beenie man (scene)
me sees p.diddy and the fam
in the back by the rest rooms shaking hands with the fans
funny style cats bump us while we dance
you know a broke nigga always fucks up the plans
DJ switch the music to the wutang clan
D-Rock hit himm in the face wit the saint ives can
security came through broke it up then he ran
be back at the bar again
laughin and partyin
jerks showin off pullin 50z out they clothes (for real)
please babe, bro we blow our nose wit those ((u kno) dun kno)
linen crushed out
egyptian mushed out
some boy lookin shot in the party rushed out
my niggas they surround me like the
you shudda seen the shit one big joke
and as usual this cat wit an afro
snitchin for no dough
info to popo
fuckin dodo
silly like the time i got u watched
i hate cowards
yall suckaz needa blow cock (for real {scene})

[Chorus: (Tanya, speakin in bkground)]
last night i heard the screamin
but it dont make no sense fi call the police (wah me seh)
last night i head the shooting
but it dont make no sense fi call the police
murda some bwoi ah go get tonight