Me & My Bitch - Remastered (Explicit)
Yo let, let, let me ask you a question yo
Yo would you kill for me?
(Girl)
Hmmm... yeah
(Puff Daddy)
What took you so long to answer motherfcker?
(Girl)
I don't know
(Puff Daddy)
The fck wrong with you btch?
One: Notorious B.I.G.
When I met you I admit my first thoughts was to trick
You look so good huh, I suck on your daddy's dck (yeah)
I never felt that way in my life
It didn't take long before I made you my wife (uh, yeah)
Got no rings and sht, just my main squeeze
Come into the crib, even had a set a keys
During the days you helped me bag up my nickels
In the process, I admit, I tricked a little (yeah)
But you was my btch, the one who'd never snitch (uhh)
Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy fckin rich
And I admit, when the time is right, the wine is right
I treat you right, you talk slick, I beat you right
Notorious B.I.G.
Just me and my btch (variations repeat to next verse)
(Girl)
But you know you love that a$$, don't you?
(Puff Daddy)
Yeah, no question
(Girl)
No question
(Puff Daddy)
Yo, let me ask you another question
(Girl)
What?
(Puff Daddy)
You ever fck around on me?
(Girl)
Why would I do that?
(Puff Daddy)
Yo don't lie to me motherfcker
Two: Notorious B.I.G.
Moonlight strolls with the hoes, oh no, that's not my steelo
I wanna btch that like to play celo, and craps
Packin gats, in a Coach bag steamin dime bags
A real btch is all I want, all I ever had (yeah, c'mon)
With a glock just as strong as me
Totin guns just as long as me, the btch belongs with me
Any plans with another btch, my btch'll spoil it
One day, she used my toothbrush to clean the toilet (that's nasty)
Throwin my clothes out the windows, so when the wind blows
I see my Polos and Timbos
Hide my car keys so I can't leave
A real slick btch, keep a trick up her sleeve
And if I deceive, she won't take it lightly
She'll invite me, politely, to fight G
And then we lie together, cry together
I swear to God I hope we fckin die together
(Girl)
Let me tell you nigga, if I ever, ever catch your a$$ fckin around
I'ma cut your mother-fckin dck off
(Puff Daddy)
Hah, heheh stop playin, hah
(Girl)
I ain't playin, ain't no jokes, ain't no jokes
Ain't no jokes
(Puff Daddy)
Yo, don't don't play with my dck
Three: Notorious B.I.G.
She helped me plan out my robberies on my enemies
Didn't hesitate to squeeze, to get my life out of danger (yeah)
One day, she put nine one one on the page
Had to call back, whether it's minor or major (yeah)
No response, the phone just rung
Grab my vest, grab my gun, to find out the problem
When I pulled up, police was on the scene
Had to make the U-turn, make sure my sht was clean
Drove down the block, stashed the burner in the bushes
Stepped to police with the shoves and the pushes
It didn't take long before the tears start
I saw my btch dead with the gunshot to the heart
And I know it was meant for me
I guess the niggaz felt they had to kill the closest one to me (uh, yeah)
And when I find em your life is to and end
They killed my best friend... me and my btch
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh...
Uh, motherfcker yeah
Yo would you kill for me?
(Girl)
Hmmm... yeah
(Puff Daddy)
What took you so long to answer motherfcker?
(Girl)
I don't know
(Puff Daddy)
The fck wrong with you btch?
One: Notorious B.I.G.
When I met you I admit my first thoughts was to trick
You look so good huh, I suck on your daddy's dck (yeah)
I never felt that way in my life
It didn't take long before I made you my wife (uh, yeah)
Got no rings and sht, just my main squeeze
Come into the crib, even had a set a keys
During the days you helped me bag up my nickels
In the process, I admit, I tricked a little (yeah)
But you was my btch, the one who'd never snitch (uhh)
Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy fckin rich
And I admit, when the time is right, the wine is right
I treat you right, you talk slick, I beat you right
Notorious B.I.G.
Just me and my btch (variations repeat to next verse)
(Girl)
But you know you love that a$$, don't you?
(Puff Daddy)
Yeah, no question
(Girl)
No question
(Puff Daddy)
Yo, let me ask you another question
(Girl)
What?
(Puff Daddy)
You ever fck around on me?
(Girl)
Why would I do that?
(Puff Daddy)
Yo don't lie to me motherfcker
Two: Notorious B.I.G.
Moonlight strolls with the hoes, oh no, that's not my steelo
I wanna btch that like to play celo, and craps
Packin gats, in a Coach bag steamin dime bags
A real btch is all I want, all I ever had (yeah, c'mon)
With a glock just as strong as me
Totin guns just as long as me, the btch belongs with me
Any plans with another btch, my btch'll spoil it
One day, she used my toothbrush to clean the toilet (that's nasty)
Throwin my clothes out the windows, so when the wind blows
I see my Polos and Timbos
Hide my car keys so I can't leave
A real slick btch, keep a trick up her sleeve
And if I deceive, she won't take it lightly
She'll invite me, politely, to fight G
And then we lie together, cry together
I swear to God I hope we fckin die together
(Girl)
Let me tell you nigga, if I ever, ever catch your a$$ fckin around
I'ma cut your mother-fckin dck off
(Puff Daddy)
Hah, heheh stop playin, hah
(Girl)
I ain't playin, ain't no jokes, ain't no jokes
Ain't no jokes
(Puff Daddy)
Yo, don't don't play with my dck
Three: Notorious B.I.G.
She helped me plan out my robberies on my enemies
Didn't hesitate to squeeze, to get my life out of danger (yeah)
One day, she put nine one one on the page
Had to call back, whether it's minor or major (yeah)
No response, the phone just rung
Grab my vest, grab my gun, to find out the problem
When I pulled up, police was on the scene
Had to make the U-turn, make sure my sht was clean
Drove down the block, stashed the burner in the bushes
Stepped to police with the shoves and the pushes
It didn't take long before the tears start
I saw my btch dead with the gunshot to the heart
And I know it was meant for me
I guess the niggaz felt they had to kill the closest one to me (uh, yeah)
And when I find em your life is to and end
They killed my best friend... me and my btch
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh...
Uh, motherfcker yeah
Credits
Writer(s): James Mtume, Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, Faith Evans, Ben Briggs, Norman Glover, Larry Troutman, Shirley Murdock, Roger Troutman, John Sheard, Camille Hooper, Rufus Moore, Jean Olivier, Carl Thompson, Gary Morgan, Frank Donalds
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Other Album Tracks
- Intro - Remastered (Explicit)
- Things Done Changed - Remastered (Explicit)
- Gimme the Loot - Remastered (Explicit)
- Machine Gun Funk - Remastered (Explicit)
- Warning - Remastered (Explicit)
- Ready To Die - Remastered (Explicit)
- One More Chance - Remastered (Explicit)
- F*** Me (Interlude) - Remastered (Explicit)
- The What - Remastered (Explicit)
- Juicy - Remastered (Explicit)
Altri album
- Ready To Die: For The Women
- Ready To Die: For The Money
- Ready To Die: For The Respect - EP
- Breakin' B.I.G: The Sandbox - EP
- Life After Death (25th Anniversary Super Deluxe Edition)
- Notorious V: The King of New York
- Notorious V: The King of New York - EP
- Notorious IV: Big Poppa - EP
- Notorious IV: Big Poppa
- Notorious III: Christopher Wallace
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