Lil' kim, eye, missy elliot, da brat, & angie martinez (appears on the unedited of the nothing to lose soundtrack)
Uhh, Uhh, here's one, and another one From kim, the queen bee
It's ladies night what, it be angie on the mic The p honey got the sugar got the spice Roll the l's tight keep the right Yo I just this motherfucker up last night And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star Me and kim is cream like thelma and louise But on chrome never leave that brooklyn shit So if you say it's on then on
this in your whips Pack 'em call the with the chips in the wrists Here's a kiss I dismissed all you chicks split six the four-fifth you dance ooowwww I stay focused in the Like a with a hole in it y'all just hopeless And toke this I ain't Niggas tryin' to me off keep tryin' All it takes is one phone call to my street Promote that ass like a soundtrack new ci-tay Set it off with that Y'all missin' the buck the fuck Bump biggie in the truck hand a to my several bitches see ya do tha bankhead if ya richest It's the rap mae to q-b And I got all my with me
Oh this is ladies night, and our rhymes is Oh is ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night) Oh this is night, and the feel is right Oh this is ladies night, oh what a night (oh a night)
Uhh, the one packin' a gun Got other raw chicks for that lay that ass flat I be the one chokin' ya paragraphs with Get ya back up on the right Ain't no my ladies from club hoppin' gets my rock on From flavors still at paradise joint Booty with the glass in my left one hand sayin' step-son To me my girls is fly bitches To my straight snitches and to them other chicos Lady pimp ain't that shit If you ain't got the cash to stash my dick hoes a bell ringer Lay another finger on this big bad wolf lady rap singer I be the one to as the flames keep risin' To the top and it don't
Y'all see how bogus niggas try not to notice the dopest bitches Approachin' good intentions but focusin' on they riches If it's too hot get the fuck up out the kitchen Niggas dicks stay lifted when they of me Cause the rhythm I kick puzzle like arithe-ma-tic Fillin' 'em with off the nine milli luger click bust we just, keep kickin' up dust And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than tumors Humor me by me sayin' you lovin' me Playa phony be buggin' I can tell Cause the thug in me wanna sell and push keys Need to get me mo' of deez, and m3's Smoke weed overseas pimped out styled rol-eys Fuck the police keep my wallet Who the windy city still comin' and gunnin' from the chi Tonight's the night for all the ladies let's get
Aiyyo kim, heheh, ya know what I'm I ain't even gon' leave sayin somethin' on this track You ain't gonna use me to just be hooks What I like patti labelle or somebody nigga heheh Check it out, uh huh,
Oh a night You should be missy 'stead of bein' like mike I to ride ponies instead of ridin' bikes Me and kim got the rhymes to incite I catch a flight Aheheh, round and shit can't see us from elektra to undeas Aaaaoooowwww niggas be us Heh I'm out heh, ooh
Ladies night, night...