Jay Z - Ain't No Nigga

[Produced by Big Jaz]

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Fox Brown..

Yeah, Jay-Z, what

I keep it fresher than the next, bitch

No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch

With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed

You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me

You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver

You got your own '96 somethin' to ride

And keep your ass tight up in Versace, that's why

You gotta watch your friends, you got to watch me, they connivin'

Shit, the first chance to crack the bank, they try me

All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas

From the village to the telly

Time to kill it on your belly no question

Had more black chicks between my sheets than Essence

They say sex is a weapon

So when I shoot, meet your death in less than 8 seconds

Still poundin' in my afterlife

Laughin', my shit is tight, who you askin', right?

[Chorus: Foxy Brown & (Jaz-O) with ​​Jay-Z​​]

Ain't no nigga like the one I got

(No one can fuck you better)

Sleeps around but he gives me a lot

(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone

​​​Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah​​​

(Tell the freaks to find a man of their own

Man of their own, man of their own)

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fresh to death in Mo-schi-no, coach bag

Lookin' half black and Filipino, fakin' no jacks

Got you a beeper to feel important

Surroundin' your feet in Joan & David and Charles Jourdan

I keep you dove, but love

You know these hoes be makin' me weak

Y'all knows how it goes, B, and so I creep

I've been sinnin' since you been playin' with Barbie and Ken and

You can't change a player's game in the 9th inning

The chrome rim spinnin' keeps them grinnin'

So I run way the fuck up in 'em

And wrinkle they face like linen

I play hard until they say "God

He's keepin' it real, Jigga stay hard."

Lord, don't even trip, shit, I never slip

Nigga, get a grip, what you don't see is what you get

Weapons concealed, what the fuck y'all feel

When you niggas play sick we can all get ill

Fox Brown.. (what the deal?)

[Chorus: Foxy Brown & (Jaz-O) with ​​Jay-Z​​]

Ain't no nigga like the one I got

(No one can fuck you better)

Sleeps around but he gives me a lot

(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone

​​​Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah​​​

(Tell the freaks to find a man of their own

Man of their own, man of their own)

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

Ha, ha, right, right

Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie

Promise to stay monogamous, I try

But, love, you know these hoes be makin' me weak

Y'all know how it goes, B, so I stay deep

[Verse 4: Foxy Brown]

What up, boo? Just keep me laced in the illest snakes

Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs

Mackin' this bitch, wifey nigga

So when you flip that coke

Remember the days you was dead broke

But now you style and I raised you, basically made you

Into a don, flippin' weight, her-on and shit

You know the pussy is all that

That's why I get baguettes, 5 carats and all that

From Dolce Gabbana to H Bendel, I'm ringin' bells

So who the player? I still keep you in the illest gators

Tailor-made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin'

On how I fuck the best and shit

Especially when I'm sippin' Baileys

Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis

I push the Z, eatin' shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life

Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was

I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters

Before this rap shit, when you was in leathers and bullshit Berettas

And E classes with Mo in the glasses

Shows in Cali with all the flavor suede Bally's

Now all your mens is up in your Benz's

High post, I swear you be killin' me, playin' inside my pubic hairs

I never worry about them other chicks

'Cause you proved who was your wiz

When you was spendin' that bitch

I took a little when you was up north, your commissary stay pilin'

How you livin' large on the island?

All them collects have me vexed, but when you come home

Knew I was comin' off with half of them checks

Now we on the rise

Your diamond mami with the slanted eyes

Holdin' this grip, cocked the En Glee-Kay and shit

Fucks no, I see half of that dough

Made you into a star, pushin' hundred-thousand-dollar cars

[Chorus: Foxy Brown & (Jaz-O) with ​​Jay-Z​​]

Ain't no nigga like the one I got

(No one can fuck you better)

Sleeps around but he gives me a lot

(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone

​​​Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah​​​

(Tell the freaks to find a man of their own

Man of their own, man of their own)