[Intro]
It`s a new day
And all you gossipin backstabbin habitual haters
You`re all history (hissss-to-ry)
So you can hate, or hail the Queen (all hail, the Queen)
But it don`t matter (but it don`t matter)
Cause you ain`t got nuttin, for us (you ain`t got nothin.. for us)
So as long as you live, remember this
[Chorus: Shelene Thomas]
You can`t fuck with Queen Bee.. Queen Bee.. Queen Bee!
All you haters will see.. see.. see!
[Lil` Kim]
Don`t be mad, I can`t put this - money in a casket
I can`t put these - cars in a box with the ashes
I can`t take these diamonds with me when I day
I can`t build that pretty white house in the sky
I know you wishin that you wrote this song
But these same words comin from you, would be a joke
You better off takin heed from your boy Jada
I know you, hate dyin - but you gon` die a hater
I got a vision, I think for the future baby pah
Y`all nearsighted, lotta y`all, can`t see that far
Rocks like the street light - baby watch `em glow
Red yellow and green - don`t know whether to stop or go
I`m a chameleon, I got many styles of rhymes
Like a bottle of fine wine I just get better with time
From `Hardcore` to `Notorious` you studied my flow
And still..
[Chorus] Governor ad libs
[Lil` Kim]
Whether ya, slingin the rock or you got a wicked jump shot
Or just a fiend for this Queen Bitch of hip-hop
Kimmie bag dudes from the barbershop to the car show
The industry, down to Wall Street
They ask: