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[Janet]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought youíd get the money, too
Greedy, greedy, greedy
Try to have the cake and eat it, too.

[Missy Elliott]
Missy! Ha, ha! Remix!
Yo, check this out you greedy motha f******
I changed all my credit cards,
And switched all the locks to all my doors
You thought my heart would be destroyed
Look around cuz Iím chilliní boy
Whatcha goiní get your lawyer for?
I makes my dough and just for sure you know
Your lawyers should have let you know, you know,
When you sue me you gonna be broke, you know,
Ainít no way you gonna bring me down easy
Any chick that you stick is real sleazy
Before I need you, I bet you gonna need me
You ainít want me, anyway you wanted to be me.
What made you think I wanted to keep you around
While I work my a** off while you just lounge around, huh?
You slump, bum, son of a gun,
And uh, How much you worth? I think negative, done

[Janet]
Sharp shooter into breakiní hearts
A baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Holleriní at everything that walks
No substance, just small talk
Know why youíre feeliní on that girlís behind,
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workiní your work until you find
Whoís goiní home with you tonight.

[Janet (Missy)]
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Whoís your next victim? (Thatís right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (Thatís what Iím talkiní about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers,
you donít really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) Itís gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down,
gun slugger shoot Ďem up

[Janet & Carly Simon]
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
Donít you, donít you, donít you.

[Missy]
Iím doiní better without you, and Iím happy without you.

[Janet]
Sweatiní me but Iím not youíre type,
You think you irk me, and youíre so right,
Iíd rather keep the trash and throw you out,
Stupid b**** in my beach house
No, I ainít gonna go and act a fool,
And be the lead story, on the n**** news
Not me, sucker, Iíd never be your lover,
Iíd rather make you suffer, you stupid motha f*****

[Janet (Missy)]
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Whoís your next victim? (Thatís right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (Thatís what Iím talkiní about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers,
you donít really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) Itís gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down,
gun slugger shoot Ďem up

[Missy]
You must have thought you had game, now you, what?
Walkiní Ďround, like youíre down, you donít give aÖ
But you donít really wanna be forgot into the streets,
Iím a lover, not a fighter, but I crack your teeth
Boy I plead please, no, donít bother me.
Cuz when you had me you ainít know how to chill wití me
You wanna be in the streets with the freak-nies
But now you all up on them knees, still jogginí me.
But Iím gonna say it real, real, keep it real,
What the deal? How you feel? Is it real? Is you sick?
Cuz Iím the deal, still here, what the feeliní
Is real, donít front, cuz boy Iím theÖ
Iím doiní better without you, playa, and Iím happy without you, playa,
This song is about you, playa
Motha f***** son of a gun, Janet!

[Janet]
Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off,
Show me what youíre gonna do, I ainít Ďbout to run,
You have just run out of ammunition,
Shootiní blanks now, you son of a gun.

[Missy]
Missy, Janet, Carly

[Janet (Missy)]
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Whoís your next victim? (Thatís right now)
Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone? (Thatís what Iím talkiní about)
Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers,
you donít really love her?
Oh, (Oh!) Itís gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down,
gun slugger shoot Ďem up

[Carly (over Janet and Missy)]
No, no, no, no, no, itís not what you say, itís what you do
Youíre so vain,
You probably think this song is about you,
Donít you, donít you, donít you, donít you.

[Janet & Carly]
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
I betcha think this song is about you,
Donít you, donít you, donít you.

[Janet]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought youíd get the money, too
Greedy, greedy, greedy
Try to have the cake and eat it, too.




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