Lil’ Kim, Adele Givens, Millie Jackson - Durty lyrics

Due to the fact that there are, some people
Like the lady over there said she was
Who thinks I'm dirty
I really couldn't give a shit
Cause ya'll by my records
Them same ones that be
Talkin' 'bout I'm dirty
Be buyin' my shit and hidin' it

While all di dutty nigga dem
Sit around and judge me all dem a chat bout
Don't even budge me cause
Mi no owe nobody no explanation
I convert it over to di almighty one
When dis bad gyal come out
We jus run dem in di morgue
And dem caan't come out
Some a di gyal 'em need to jus shut dem mouth
Some a di dutty niggas need to jus shut dem

Lil' Kim stay hot pull up with my nigga in
The eighty foot yacht
Man this hatin' don't stop
Real recognize real you studio
Gangstas kill me
I know my vets in the game got to feel me
Cause from the gate I brrrr
Raaa down the door
Like Eddie Murphy I gave it to you raw
Two-piece bikini
Fendi mink draggin' on the floor
Kim been the first lady since
I dropped Hard Core a lot of these hoes
Livin' vicariously through me
'Steada doin' them, they'd rather do me
Watchin' them is like a Broadway play
Sittin' next to the Queen
Is the closest they'll ever get to Brooklyn
Why ya'll frontin' you know who the best be
I'm the reason why the game so sexy
Tha originator, tha trend creator
Bitch, you dun know you haffa respect me

I know what you thinkin'
She's such a fuckin' lady
Yes I am, that's right, I was raised that way

Now if a man want it
Make 'im pay down pan it
Man want it, make 'im pay it down
Now if a man want it
Make 'im pay down pan it
Man want it, make 'im pay it down

No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh
Heard dat
No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh
So don't preach to me 'bout singing
All I want is mah self respect
You see your words don't mean a thing
Show me a man, who neva sin yet, uh uh

The feds pinched me for shootin'
But instead they indicted me
For my fuckin' music
This jealous muthafucker and this
Prosecutin' dyke bitch
Probly go home, listen to How Many Licks
Stay away from 5-0, that's that hiphop cop
These cheese eatin' rodents really
Got the game caught you see when you on top
Niggas want what you got
Even though they idolize you
They still critisize you
So don't preach to me bout singing, I
I am just a woman
You've got your feelings I got mine
I'm only human and I gotta go down as a gyal
Who know how to get it on
I've gotta go down as a gyal who
Know how to get it on
I'm tryna go down as a gyal who
Know how to get it on
Igotta go down as a gyal who
Know how to get it on
So if mi waan fi skin out
And gwaan like mi bad
That's just between me and mi God
And if mi waan fi shack out
And gwaan like mi bad that's just up to me
Now if a man want it
Make 'im pay down pan it
Man want it, make 'im pay it down
Now if a man want it
Make 'im pay down pan it
Mon want it, make 'im pay it down
No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh
Heard dat
No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh
So don't preach to me 'bout singing
All I want is mah self respect