bitches & sisters lyrics – jay-z

let’s describe a certain female
let’s describe a certain female
let’s describe a certain female
female

(b*tch)
you know my name and the company i own
(b*tch)
you like my style and you smell my cologne
(b*tch)
don’t try to act like my track record ain’t known
(b*tch)
you probably got a couple cd’s in your home

(b*tch, b*tch)
don’t make me say it twice, you actin’ all uptight
and also diddy like, like, like
you ain’t a
(b*tch)

i ain’t no ball player, you ain’t gonna get pregnant again
hit off with paper, you gonna get hit off and slid off
before the neighbors take off to go to work
so just, take off your shirt, don’t hit me with that church sh*t

(b*tch)
i got a sister who schooled me to sh*t you chickens do, trickin’ fools
got a whole robin givens crew that i kick it to
they be hippin’ dudes, how you chickens move, i be listenin’ to

(b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
don’t make me say it thrice, you actin’ all uptight
and also diddy like, like
you ain’t a
(b*tch)

you ain’t no better ‘cuz you don’t be f*ckin’ rappers
you only f*ckin’ with actors, you still gettin’ f*cked backwards
(b*tch)
unless you f*cked a dude on his own merit
and not the way he dribble or ball or draw leverage

you’re a
(b*tch, b*tch)
no, ma, you’re a, that’s real
(b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)

let’s describe a certain female
let’s describe a certain female
let’s describe a certain female
(say jay-z, why you gotta go and disrespect the women for, huh?)

(b*tch)
sisters get respect, b*tches get what they deserve
sisters work hard, b*tches work your nerves
sisters hold you down, b*tches hold you up
sisters help you progress, b*tches will slow you up

sisters cook up a meal, play their role with the kids
b*tches in the street with their nose in your biz
sisters tell the truth, b*tches tell lies
sisters drive cars, b*tches wanna ride

sisters give-up the *ss, b*tches give up the *ss
sisters do it slow, b*tches do it fast
sisters do their dirt outside of where they live
b*tches have n*gg*rs all up in your crib

sisters tell you quick, “you better check your homie”
b*tches don’t give a f*ck, they wanna check for your homie
sisters love jay ‘cuz they know how hov is
i love my sisters, i don’t love no b*tch

b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch

/ jay z lyrics