That's My Bitch (Album Version Edited)

Jay-Z - That's My B**ch

Hello' can I speak to a' a' yeah you know who you are

Look' you had no idea what ya dealing with

Something on some of this realest sh-t

Something' something

Yeah thats my b-tch

Thats my b**ch

Sh-shorty right there

Thats my b**ch

Thats my b**ch

I've been waiting for a long long time

Just to get off and throw my hands up high

And live my life

And live my life

Just to get off and throw my hands up high

I paid for them titties' get your own

It aint safe in the city' watch the throne

You say I care more about them basquion's' basquiats

She learning a new word' its yacht

Blew the World up as soon as I hit the club with her

Too Short called' told me “I fell in love with her”

Seen by actors' ball players and drug dealers

And some lesbians that never loved n-ggas

Twisted love story True Romance

Mary Magdalene from a pole dance

I'm a freak huh' rock star life

The second girl with us' thats our wife

Hey boys and girls' I got a new riddle

Who's the new old perv thats tryna play second fiddle

No disrespect' I'm not tryna belittle

But my dick worth money I put Monie in the middle

I've been waiting for a long long time

Just to get off and throw my hands up high

And live my life

And live my life

Just to get off and throw my hands up high' high' high' high

Silly little vixen' mixes 'til morning

Not swerving' oh' yeah

Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion

Stop motion' ooh' yeah

Go harder than a ni**a for a ni**a' gofigure

Told me keep my own money if we ever did split up

How could someone so gangsta be so pretty in pictures

Ripped jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers

Picasso was alive he woulda made her

That's right ni**a' Mona Lisa can't fade her

I mean Marilyn Monroe' she's quite nice

But why all the pretty icons always all-white

Put some colored girls in the MOMA

Half these broads ain't got nothing on Wyldna

Don't make me bring Thelma in it

Bring Halle' Bring Penelope and Selma in it

Back to my Beyoncés' you deserve three stacks word to Andre

Call Larry Gagosian

You belong in museums' you belong in vintage clothes crushing the whole building

You belong with niggas who used to be known for d**e dealin'

You too d**e for any of those civilians

Now shoo children' stop lookin' at her t*ts

Get your own dog' ya heard

That's my b**ch

I've been waiting for a long long time

Just to get off and throw my hands up high

And live my life

And live my life

Just to get off and throw my hands up high