Rap by Foxy Brown:
Brown nigga, uh, chromed
out six and shit,
Bubblin', layin' up with
them Colombians,
Ho fuck no,
I gets dough,
Fox Brown Mamma,
Jig suits from Gabbanna,
True ballin' nigga, who you callin'?
Papa we be flashin',
Sex lastin'
All night long,
It's strong,
The Macksteress, Ill Na Na,
like Benihana steaks,
The boogie like a fresh
pair of snakes,
Italian,
Fox Brown the don loochie-on,
Stylin',
Sip Crystal on a Cayman island,
Uh, got gay niggas ready to switch,
Like Ravano, turn a mob
nigga to snitch,
True playa to don,
From Veddadini, five
carats on the arm,
Jewels be the bomb,
The four hotties, Total
and Foxy, sippin'
Spumanti,
Bad girl of the year
'96, Pam Grier.

Chorus:
I don't need no one but you,
I don't need no one but you.

Rap by Lil' Kim:
Many people tell me my
style is terrific,
Stupendous, tremendous,
I bend just
A little bit more
Than the average whore,
Cause I'm focused,
I rock Versace lamps and sofas.
You didn't know I like
crocodile boots
And 'gator suits,
The biggest willies,
Got to fill me.
Huh, I like the hot wheels,
you got a fast car,
Like Tracy Chapman you
can cruise with this
rap star.
The mink sporter,
The heroin importer,
I be that rich bitch,
Stack banks by the chips,
Check it, I spot hits
like Spuds Mackenzie,
I'm Leona Hemsley,
Taxes
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It's essential
For the presidentials,
Certified testicles,
Get sprayed forty decibels,
The king and I, all you
need in this world,
I'm a bad girl,
The high pitch
Queen Bitch.

Repeat Chorus

Rap by Da Brat:
Once again I'm all you
need with the caramel skin,
Phat lucious lickable lips
In a jet black bitch,
Stackin' ends, fulfillin' dreams
Makin' life complete,
Come take a journey with
this funkdafied bitch
That can't be beat.
Once, twice, second
time around for me,
Three times more than
the lady you'd imagined it be,
I been reinstated,
Platinum plated,
And niggas hate it,
Relay it
That I'm the shit,
Twelve lugers and a pit.
Get hot like a chilli
pepper, flee from me,
You got the blunt give it
away to the B-R-A-T,
And check my M3,
They got mo' beat
Than Bo Peep got sheep,
And you can't keep up
with this heifer
From the west side streets,
I'm countin' mad money,
Actin' funny with all the phoneys,
Keepin' it real with homies
who been real to me,
It would defeat the purpose
For me not to flash my rocks,
Cash traveller's checks,
Invest in stocks and bonds,
Sippin' on Dom.

Repeat Chorus (x2)

Break:
I don't need no one baby,
As long as I have you.
You gotta believe me baby,
Cause what I say is true.
I don't need no one baby,
You're the only one for me.
I don't need nobody else,
Baby can't you see?

Repeat Chorus to fade