[Missy]
  Hahaha, introducing MC Lyte
  
  [MC Lyte]
  I think I need a sound check
  Hit me with a sound check
  Yea, now what about that dope stuff
  Alright now, gimme an 8-0 (8-0, 8-0, 8-0)
  
  [Missy]
  Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
  Yo, 1-2
  Uh, MC Lyte (yea)
  You don’t know (yea)
  Ficky ficky, oh you don’t know
  
  [MC Lyte - Verse One]
  On the regular they guessin’ how the Lyte get down
  Nevermind that, nigga you better watch your mouth
  Keep snoopin’ and you bound to hit a brick
  Get out the crack of my ass all up in my shiznit
  To you nosey Nikki’s and you Peepin’ Tom’s
  So, you know I’m about to drop the Brooklyn Bomb
  7 and 7 is 14 , 1 and 4 is 5
  But none of that matters if your ass ain’t alive
  You could care less about the records I se;;
  You just wanna know I tried but I fell
  But even on your best day and on my worst
  I’ll still be first, without the need to rehearse
  
  [Missy Elliott singing - CHORUS]
  Why you up in my business?
  Find somethin’ better to do
  Why you talkin’ about me?
  I ain’t say shit ‘bout you
  Forgive me for my attitude
  But I got something to say
  Yall better not fuck with me
  Cuz I’m had a bad day
  
  [MC Lyte - Verse Two]
  Yall must really think I’m the host of the freakshow
  Got me taggin’ piranhas I don’t even know
  Got me swimmin’ in waters, gettin’ caught in fishnet
  Got me hooked up wit’ folks I ain’t never even met
  Now yall so busy tryin’ to market this
  I guess yo stupid ass forgot who started this
  But I’m about to ransack you make your memory
  Come back to you, let all my true niggas jack you
  Talkin’ bou the Lyte like you gettin’ paid for it
  Better wish for your own and get out my business
  Besides I’m too quick and pigeons oughta know
  By the time you get the info, it was two years ago
  Aside from that I’m too swift to catch
  Don’t pay to chase the joint, you can’t light the match
  And everybody knows I’m too quick to flip the latch
  It ain’t many that can even say they been attached
  
  [Repeat CHORUS]
  
  [Missy rapping - Verse Three]
  I heard a lotta yall runnin’ runnin’ ‘round
  Ain’t none of yall this supa dupa fly
  Supa Dupa as I
  Fly, fly across the sky
  Cut you like pie
  Me and, me and MC Lyte
  Cuz you wack
  Straight from the jump, yea you wack
  Better get back
  I can’t I can’t fuck wit’ that
  I ain’t sayin’ jack
  I’ma just smack you ‘cross your face so deep that you’ll never talk back
  
  [Repeat CHORUS]
  
  [Missy talking - Verse Four]
  Why you up in my business
  Find something better to do
  Why you talkin’ ‘bout me
  I ain’t said shit about you (uh)
  Forgive me for my attitude
  But I got something to say
  Yall better not fuck with me
  Cuz I had a bad day
  Ficky-ficky check me out
  Uh uh, uh (repeats through chorus)