I Know What Girls Like lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Lil' Kim, Puff Daddy)

[Verse One: Jay-Z]

Peep the scripts

Gold honey from the whips

Jumped out like YO! 

Who the fuck you with

Flash the juice 'cause that's the rule

Damn I like a girl who spend a little cash for her shoes ***

Natural - Can I get at you?

Saw a spot on the body look nice with a tattoo

With my name, but didn't want to jump the gun

I Didn't Know how many niggas was humping hon

I said I never seen a face like yours before

And I been around some cute whores before

That either me or my boys tore it up before

So I'm hoping you different 

Let you push the 6

And give you a different life and

Baby if it's right jump on it in the morning

And ride it 'til the night

Want to buy you real jury when it hits the light

Bitches are momentarily lose they sight

She said

[Chorus:]

I know what boys like

I know what they want

I know what boys like, boys like

I know what boys like

I know what they want

I know what boys like, boys like me

[Verse Two: Lil' Kim]

So want a cutie with a booty like OW!

Deeper than the MOW!

Airy Shine like TADOW!

But I'm a real bitch so you know I do real things

Only real bitches live like queens - Get it?

Safety deposit in the walk-in closet

Marvel Forts is for matching Rolls Royce's

In the driveway from Monday to Friday

I be the richest, shitting on these bitches

While chickens cluck giving up the butt

I blaze the cut with the daddy raw buff

You can call me a slut

Who gives a fuck

That's fine nigga shit

I'm a good with mine

I can tell by your shoes you know what I want

Fuck a prenup give me half up front

My sex be the best so we split these costs

You can stop saying mine

And start saying ours

[Chorus:]

I know what girls like

I know what they want

They want to sex me

They think I'm sexy

I know what girls like, girls like me

I know what boys like

I know what they want

They want to sex me

They think I'm sexy

I know what boys like, boys like me

[Verse Three: Jay-Z]

Got the bomb place, fireplace John Blaze

Victoria Secret lingerie

Ice like Don King 

The price was like 8 digits a long way, shit

Got the beachfront view

V1 too

Cop you one cop me one too

On the place, jetski's park by the lake

No neighbors, make all the noise you want to make

Invite your friends over

Better make their way through 

The Benz's and the Rovers before they reach the door

Vacate, hey wait, a week or more

First class to and fro, freakin off

Got the ham things lot

Champaigne popped

Cruise around the world 'til the damn thing stop

Cop rembrandt, handle, pay the lot

Can't complain, we balling, true or not?

[Chorus: 2x]

I know what girls like

I know what they want

I know what girls like, girls like

I know what girls like

I know what they want

I know what girls like, girls like me

I know what boys like

I know what they want

I know what boys like, boys like

I know what boys like

I know what they want

I know what boys like, boys like me

Imaginary Player lyrics - Jay Z

Yeah

I mean like

I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know

I was popping that Cristal

when all y'all niggaz thought it was beer and shit, you know

Wearing that platinum shit

when all y'all chicks thought it was silver and shit

I got to be the pioneer of this shit

Bottom line

I'm going to show you how to do it

Check it

[Verse One:]

I spit that other shit 

That's the nice motherfucker shit

Fed time follow me around, deep cover shit nigga

You beer money, I'm all year money

I'm popping, you ain't got to count it, it's all there money

I never change money 'cause niggas got strange money

Knocked up, marked up, fucked up in the game money

I got bail money, XXL money 

You got flash now, one time we'll reveal money

I spit the hottest shit, you need it I got it shit

That down South Master P, Bout It Bout It shit

I got blood money, straight up thug money

That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money 

You got show dough, little to no dough

Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough 

I got 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough

You crazy, you full gazy, and loco with dough papo

[Chorus: (4x)]

Imaginary Players

[Verse Two:]

And now you got these young cats acting like they slung cats

All in they dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack

When I see them in the street, I don't see none of that

Bad playboy, where the fuck is the hummer at?

Where is all the ice with all the platinum under that?

Those ain't rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to that?

Y'all rapping-ass niggas, y'all funny to me

Selling records, being you but still you want to be me

I guess for every buck you make it's like a hundred for me

And still you running around thinking you got something on me

But I done did it

And y'all want to take my flow, and run with it

That's cool, I was the first one with it

Original, jiggas the future flow digital

Still busting a gat when she gets critical

Sit it down, I don't want y'all to get it confused

I rip it down, like I ain't got nothing to lose

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

Groupies I leave them all fucked 

Niggas - all struck

Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks

Last year, when niggas thought it was all up

But this year I've done it again, jigga! 

What the fuck

Nigga stop whining, jigga, still shining

Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds

Rock more Versace, ain't nothing sweet

I still throw t'ree in your body, fleeing the party

Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow with me 

Bet 50, not dollars either I brought some dough with me

I flow like the 5 series, in various areas

And blow holes in your weak niggas theories

It's funny how one verse can fuck up the game

You bought a 4.0 you better get your change

Ain't no platinum in those Cartiers, switch your frame

Ain't no manicures on board, then switch your plane

[Chorus]

The Streets Is Watching lyrics - Jay-Z

Uh-huh uh huh uh

Gee-gee-geyeah

Baby, watchin, streets

Uh-huh uh huh uh

You don't have to look

Uh-huh uh

The streets is watching

Check it, check

Uh-huh uh, check

Look, if I shoot you, I'm brainless

But if you shoot me, then you're famous -- what's a nigga to do?

When the, streets is watching, blocks keep clocking

Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake

Can't ignore it, that's the fastest way to get extorted

But my time is money, at twenty-five, I can't afford it

Beef is sorted like Godiva, chocolates

niggaz you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it

Plan aborted, you and your mans get a pass

This rhyme, you're operating on fuck time

Y'all niggaz ain't worth my shells, all y'all niggaz

tryin to do is hurt my sales, and stop trips to John McNale

The type to start a beef then, run to the cops

When I see you in the street got, one in the drop

Would I rather be on tour getting a, hundred a pop

Taking pictures with some bitches, in front of the drop

The streets is watching

[Chorus]

When the, streets is watching

Blocks keep clocking

Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake

Can't ignore it

Now it's hard not to kill niggaz

It's like a full time job not to kill niggaz, can't chill

the streets is watching you, when you froze your arms

niggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm

Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up

Sweet niggaz running 'round swearing shit is sweeter

Once you're tagged lame the game is follow the leader

Everybody want a piece of your scrilla, so you gotta keep it realer

Kidnap niggaz wanna steal ya

Broke niggaz want no cash, they just wanna kill ya

for the name, niggaz don't know the rules

Disrespectin the game, want you to blow your cool

Force your hand, of course that man's plottin

Smarten up, the streets is watching, it's on

[Chorus]

My street mentality flip bricks forever, know me and money

we like armed co-defendants, nigga we stick together

Shit whatever for this cheddar ran my game into the ground

Hustle harder to see if indictment time came around

Now you can look up and down the streets and I can't be found

Put in twenty-four hour shifts but, that ain't me now

Got a face too easy to trace, niggaz mouths got slow leaks

Had to hide between my workers, couldn't play those streets

She got his face like Mercury you jerkin me? Hectic

Had to call upon my wolves to send, niggaz the message

I said this: 'Let's play fair and we can stay here

I'm trying to transform you Boyz II Men like daycare'

Hey there's money to be made and, niggaz got the picture

Stopped playing with my paper and, we got richer

Then hard times fell upon us, half of my staff

had warrants, the other half, in the casket lay dormant

I felt like life was cheating me, for the first time

in my life I was getting money but it was like my concious was eating me

Was this a lesson God teaching me? Was he saying that?

I'm playing the game straight from Hell from which few came back

like bad coke, pimp or die, was my mindframe bad

Was niggaz thinkin simplify was turning cocaine crack?

Ain't a whole lot of brain to that, just trying to maintain a stack

and knock a lot like two trains that's on the same track

'Fore I get my life together like the oars I bring back

In the bottom of the pot where no, water gets hot

Got my transporter take it 'cross the border then stop

Set up shop with a quarter of rock, here's the plan

For three straight weeks, niggaz slaughtered the block

But you know the game is 'lluted, fucked up me and my dues

One drop can wipe a nigga out, faster than the cops

and this unstable way of living just, had to stop

Half of my niggaz got time, we done real things

By ninety-four became the subject of half of y'all niggaz rhymes

Public apoligies to the families of those caught up in my street

But that's the life for us lost souls brought up in the streets

The life and times of a demonic mind, excited with crime

And the lavish luxuries that just excited my mind

I figured, 'Shit why risk myself I just write it in rhymes

And let you feel me, and if you don't like it then fine'

The mindstate, of a nigga who boosted the crime rate

so high in one city they send National Guards to get me

Ya dig?

The streets

Friend Or Foe '98 lyrics - Jay-Z

I'm done talking

Ran up in the spot gun smoking

Shot it in the air, one woke him

Sun-soaking, sweating in his bed like Dunlo

Thinking to himself what done provoked him

His thoughts is racing like a vulcan

I swear I saw a lightbulb when

He finally figured out who was the culprit

I said yeah, remember me from Friend or Foe when

I told you don't ever ever come around here no more

Time to pay now, you try to rise, I wave the gun - lay down

This time you're really going to listen to Jay now

I try to talk sensibly, hoping that eventually you realize

I had this locked and it just wasn't meant to be

Plus I had sympathy when we all wore rams with your keys

And it wasn't afterthought that maybe you'll try to revenge me

But I was like "Nah", Chromes had to know he was wrong

And if you caught me on the foul now you would sing me the same song

Plus you promised

And that's really no fun 

Yeah I find you in this Motel 6 with all these guns

And all your goons, lined up in adjoining rooms

Like some wild cowboys coming to get me at high noon

But my mind's like a flower in bloom

*** my eyes just scower the room

I'm alert, plus I paid the clerk I got it laid out

You think you the first nigga I played out, in a 2 hotel town? 

Come on now, I peep your Lexus at you

Left the exit got some niggas on that side of the town

Money well invested, rudely interrupted

Jamaican accents *** 

A gun in your face and that's all you can come up with?

I'm done talking, back up and clap them, one in the abdomen 

Do me a favor dude, get 2 ice cubes I pass them

Take that ice up, for the nicest MC

And please yo, tell BIG, he's unbelievable 

Friend or foe BIOTCH!

Lucky Me lyrics - Jay-Z

How can you fairly assess something from the outside looking in?

There's gotta be them times you'll be wrong. Nah Mean?

How can a mother fucka go round and hate a nigga 

he never even met that he dont even know and shit?

I think this rap shit is all beef

Y'all dont even know every day I'm livin with stress

Got up out the streets you think a nigga could rest

Can't even enjoy myself at a party unless

I'm on the dance floor hot ass vest

You think I'm freakin' these chicks right?

I'try not to brush against they chest

You get a lawsuit for shit like that, I feel trapped

Swear to everything when I leave this earth

It's gon' be on both feet, never knees in the dirt

You could try me fucka but when I squeeze it hurts, fine

We'll lose two lives, yours and mines

Gimme any amount of time dont let Ms. Carter grieve

at the funeral parlor drippin' tears on my sleeve

Told the judge didn't budge it was him or me

and I ain't trying to be hard but I'm guilty as charged

Put my mercy on this court and my faith in God 

And pray hard none of my nephews wanna be stars...Lucky Me

[Chorus: Karen Anderson]

You only know what you see, 

You dont understand what it takes to be me.

I hate all girls with alterior motives

That's why I'm twenty plus years old, no sons no daughters

Hate putting my life in the hands of fake promoters

Hear the hate in my voice right? I hate that you noticed

Niggas wanna strip to the bone for shit you own

Hate a nigga like that faggot, get your own

Hate that I can't roam the street without the clip and chrome

Knowing one day Im'a have to flip, c'mon

You know the shit don't stop 'til the Crist don't pop

And you have to kill a nigga and your wrist don't lock

I'm trapped the whole worlds against me in fact,

It aint no turning back. Bring It On

Hate the price of fame cause it cost too much

Can I live without y'all niggas saying I floss too much?

Hate the way you make this hate flow all through us

Steady looking for flaws through us.... Lucky Me

[Chorus: Karen Anderson, Jay-Z]

You only know what you see, 

You dont understand what it takes to be me

You only know what you see, 

(Since I was 4 years old, I been told, everything that glitters ain't gold)

You dont understand what it takes to be me 

(And now that I've arrived

I see those truths unfold before my eyes in this world so cold)

Nigga see you in the street, pretend to be friendly

But I know any type of success breeds envy

I know in the back of your mind your conjuring ways to hen me

Leave my friends in a circle pouring out Henny

But G's is heaven bound so how I'm gon' receive 

Anything y'all pour to the ground next time throw it up

And ain't nothing changed so even in my afterlife I show it up

Dont grieve for me my art remains

like a dart from the speaker to your heart

Spiritually through the portal now my words as a mortal

Plan to leave without a fight I plant a seed I give life

Though I can't see past the girls greed to call her wife

Next time your thinking heist better be precise

Cause I'm fully prepared. One of us is gon' leave here

I have no regrets even though I wanna see grow

My godsons Boogie, Sonny and Rimo

[Chorus x4]

Sunshine lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Babyface, Foxy Brown)

[Jay-Z]

What, tssh, y'all, what

Jigga, uhh uhh uhh, uh-huh

Pa-pa, uhh, pa-pa, uhh

The G, Roc-A-Fella y'all

Who be, in a Japanese restaurant, eating sushi

Drinking saki, it's me, and my mami with the doobie

Cutie, smellin like Tiaka, half-Phillipine thing

For now, let's call her Suki, got me this booty bangin

Properly, in Versace pants, cocky bow-legged stance

A thing of beauty, watch me, body crazy

Tits Firm like Nature, Foxy, Nas and AZ

Truly reason to bug the toolie and keep laced in jewelry watch me

Girlie tried to lure me and lock me you gotta get up early

Cause who's gettin played is not me

"Surely you jest," she said, "if you thought I was purely

out for the bucks you woulda bucked stuck and dropped me"

I said maturely, "You right

but better safe than sorry, but for the lovebirds

can move to the suburbs, I need to double check your story

To make sure that you one of a kind

And you deserve to be my Sunshine"

[Chorus: Babyface (variations not listed except for first time)]

Touch me with, a heart of gold (uh-huh)

I can't go a day without my sunshine (uh-huh) ahh-haaa (say what? uhh)

Touch me with, a smile of gold (yeah)

I can't go a day without my sunshine, sunshine (uhh, uhh, uhh)

[Jay-Z, (Foxy Brown)]

A year gone, and she seein things most chicks only

hear in songs (uh-huh) keep in gear phenom

Lots of ice in the air, round the neck the charm (that's right)

Risked a four to life bid to keep that shit on her arm

Keep her impressed at all times, cats would love to creep (uh-huh)

just to say they crept with mine, slept with mine, she said

[Foxy Brown, (Jay-Z)]

I ain't deaf nor blind, niggaz stressin

Hatin cause they less than mine, they wanna sex me

We chose each other, you actin like you chose me

They oppose you then, they oppose me

We could creep at a low speed, the gat in the hosiery

Double cross you they got to triple cross me

(I'm thinking that's the way it's supposed to be) Uh-huh

(One more thing:

If I ever go broke, would you hit the block for me?) Fo' sho'

(She replied, eyes open wide) Uhhhh

(Put that on everything?) I put that on my life

(Right)

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z, (Foxy Brown)]

If I needed would you, give me your kidneys? (Uhh, uhh, fo' sho')

Catch a case you catch it with me? (Mmm, fo' sho')

Pawn your jewlery to come get me? (You better know)

Catch me with a chick, forgive me? (Uhh, now that, I don't know)

They spread rumors, will you defend me, tooth and nail? (Uh-huh)

They try to frame me, will you be there, till the truth prevail? (uhh)

(But would you be the same dude, when you blow the roof off sales

that you was, throwin rocks, at the Roof at 12, nigga?)

This is the truth I shell, till the loot gets frail

I put this on my nephews, from the smallest to La'Velle

Me and you ballin, from the heavens, or the hell

Won't let you hit the ground if I'm fallin myself

Now picture me leavin you in this cold world, rollin for delf

It's me and you in this old girl, we takin the belt

From the lows, to the highs, to the foes we shine

Just continue to be my Sunshine (uhhh)

[Chorus 2X]

Who You Wit II lyrics - Jay-Z

Uh-huh, yeah hah

Never Sprung huh?

Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y'all

Never Sprung huh?

Yeah, peep the repertoire

Peoples, feel me on this one

Peoples, feel this

Never Sprung huh? Know my style

I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches

Rough bitches, don't matter you my bitches

Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches

Can't Knock Your Hustle for real, exotic bitches

I'm game tight, see it all through the platinum french

frames with the french name in the same night

Pull you and your tight friend

lift your little dress like light wind, hah, then I slide right in

You know the whole repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R

Sexin in a Lexus car

Match wits with the best of y'all the rest of y'all

is like vege-tables in my presence, check it

Reminescin to nuttin you ever heard, Iceberg

Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs

Funds come in lump sums never ends deferred

Get money like I'm down South Wednesday the 3rd, it's on

[Chorus]

Dough to get, more shows to rip

I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit

Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick

More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit

Can't scheme on em, Roc-a-Fella got a team on em

Chicks dream on him trick cream on him

Lose it when dudes think it's just music

Lean on em flash green on em and diamond rings on em

Sex around the way girls down to mida's

I'm somethin every girl gotta have like Levi's

Chiquita, me got more, see I brawl

You can love me or hate me, either or

I'ma stay winnin, rock the custom drop Bentleys

Never eat at Denny's and party like Lil Penny

can he live? Trick or main chick but if she leave

just as quick, indian give, ha-hah

Now what I look like? Givin a chick half my trap

like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I'm havin that

you be the same chick when you leave me

the bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came wit chorus

[Chorus]

Here's somethin niggaz gon find, not at all funny

We takin all ya bitches, takin all ya money

Jay-Z rated A.G. baby that's All Good

I sink this ball in your hole, I'm Tiger Woods

If the money was the grass and your ass was tee

when I hit it with this club love you comin with me

Grip you right up under your ass, put your back on the wall

Kinda tipsy, seein triple, so I'm fuckin ya all

You remind me of this dream I had the night before

I'm kinda hopin the condom break to have a reason to go raw

I'm playin, hit the showers, hit the money spot

Where all the models play and big money is dropped

Drop the top, let her feel the moonlight it entranced her

She jumped all in my seat like some private dancer

I tell you somethin new, if you don't hop down off that

butter soft shit with your shoes, I'ma step on the gas

She laughed, put her ass back in the proper place

She said, 'I played my cards right and look I got the ace'

I told her (beatboxes) 'Slow down baby'

You dealin with a baller, who, hold ground crazy it's on

[Chorus repeat 4X]

Beyatch! Fucka

Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia

Recognize, realize, it's on

Roc the block y'all

Laugh

It's on

Face Off lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Sauce Money)

[Jay-Z (Sauce)]

[Jay-Z talking:] 

Sauce mothafuckin, jigga, jigga feel this...

[Chorus]

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me

(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes

(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me)

If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes)

[Verse 1]

Yeah (If ya want some put ya guns up it's on)

Ladies know that when the sun's up I'm gone

(Fuck them bitches though digits though)

Fuck, now if I bring it niggas know whaat

(All black gat with the mack out)

I take shorty to the rest blow her back out

sun dress undress throw her back out (biotch)

(in & out like a crack house) keep it moving

(Face off with the .38 scraped off)

keep shorty maced can't throw a 4-4 eight ball

know your place (so it starts when ya least expect)

(the yeast infect) you don't imitate bitches

(piece protected) so I hear you hate bitches?

(love the dough, ya flow irritate niggas)

fuck them though, it's all out and

have a fall out I fucked ya girl

(On top now we call out fuck the world)

(Face Off!)

[Chorus]

(This gos out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me)

If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes)

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me

(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes

[Verse 2]

(I apologize ladies I'm lovin' ya right)

you must be used to me trickin' but we fuckin' tonight

(No wine no dine) no wheelin' the whip

all night long just feelin' the dick be-i-itch

(Sauce mothafuckin' slayin' I'm sayin' with no delayin')

(Can you beat that? I eat that) you just playin'

nigga you neva know what a chick could do

(pull the trigga too) check the shit jigga do

(My crew) mackin' the same bitch (I do)

(back man stack grands) daddy like I you

(Love them hoes jigga?) Ha how that sound?

women start to fall we all bat around

Let my whole team hit it (scatter 'round)

you never seen wit it (pat 'em down)

check for cream in it (These riches)

got nu'hin to do wit these bitches

(Nothin' y'all can do to stop these digits)

(Face Off!)

[Chorus]

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me

(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes

(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me)

If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes)

[Verse 3]

(Can I touch that?) what's that? Leave it for dead.

Keep ya arm over ya face my nigga (keep ya head)

(keep a mind to survive if ya sleep ya dead)

Stay fly 'til ya die nigga deep with prayer

(with each word ya say I guess the beef is dead)

Ladies & gentlemen (like impeach the Prez)

(Val Kilmer style nigga draw heat with feds)

(broad day like De Niro shoot all day)

I'm the man fuckin' the tracks and you just foreplay

get a hit I, I come through, blow up, you spit out

What keep it cocked faithfully like salop 

with one in the drop don't get hit up

(I be the 4-5th flamer hoes bitch shamer)

(clap cats a snitch she'll give ya whole click name up)

Look I done came up (and) thought a whole game up

meet me in the square with one in the chamber

(The Face Off nigga)

[Chorus]

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me

(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes

(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me)

If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes)

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya gun up (in the air) if ya feel me

Fuck 'em all day (fuck 'em all night) we don't love these hoes

["Track Masters" is whispered softly 8X in background]

(This goes out... put ya guns up in the air) if ya feel me if ya feel

(Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes) Yeah!!

This goes out (to my Brooklyn crew)...