Lil’ Kim - Shut Up Bitch lyrics

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke (Shut up, bitch)
Ayo, Kim can spit, man
She don't write her shit
Nah, Biggie wrote her shit (Shut up, bitch)
I heard she goin' to jail
I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now (Shut up, bitch)
Why she get her nose fixed?
Why she got bigger tit's?
Why is y'all on my shit? Damn
(Shut up, bitch)

Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin'
Paparazzi stalkin'
Takin' pictures while I'm walkin'
Damn, can a bitch breathe?
Gimmie room, please
I'm in the paper every day
If I piss or sneeze
Used to ride in a rental Lebaron


Now you can catch me in
The SLR Mercedes McLaren (Hey Kim, what up?)
Ridin' with the doors up
Haters pick ya jaws up
I'm in the Trump International, 30 floors up
(So high) you ain't payin' my bills
So you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you
Need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people, if you feel me
Get this whole shit jumpin'
(Get it jumpin' bitch)
Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes
Now every chick look like Lil'
Kim in they videos
Don't come around here with
That Wendy Williams shit
Get your facts straight or shut up, bitch

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke (Shut up, bitch)
Ayo, Kim can spit, man
She don't write her shit
Nah, Biggie wrote her shit (Shut up, bitch)
I heard she goin' to jail
I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now (Shut up, bitch)
Why she get her nose fixed?
Why she got bigger tit's?
Why don't y'all get off her shit?
(Shut up, bitch)

I keep the people starin' 'cause
A chick stay appearin'
In somethin' made with German engineerin'
With rack and pinion steerin'
Homes with French doors and
Heated marble floors
Whores heated 'cause mama back
And hotter than before
Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank
I does what you can't
I'm everything that you ain't
I'm La Bella Don
The biggest bitch in the biz
So don't hate me, nigga, it is what it is
You ain't payin' my bills
So you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you
Need to stop frontin' (Stop frontin')
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me
Get this whole shit jumpin'
So don't believe everything you hear
'Cause like a Q Tip, niggas be all in ya ear
365 days of the year shit, I done heard it
All throughout my career (What they say?)

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke (Shut up, bitch)
Ayo, Kim can spit, man
She don't write her shit
Nah, Biggie wrote her shit (Shut up, bitch)
I heard she goin' to jail
I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now (Shut up, bitch)
Why she get her nose fixed?
Why she got bigger tit's?
Damn, y'all stay on her shit (Shut up, bitch)

I just keep climbin' up the ladder
Y'all never stop my swagger
All this petty chitter-chatter only
Make my packets fatter
Some people jobs is to talk about Lil' Kim
Let's face it
I'm a way of life for all of them
Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed
They got some nerve when the ones who
Do the ratings look a mess
Star Jones don't like me
She cheap and I like the best
Damn, it must feel good to pay less
You ain't payin' my bills
So you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you
Need to stop frontin' (Yup)
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people, if you feel me
Get this whole shit jumpin'
You know niggas hate to see another nigga eat
Quick to put another nigga's
Business in the street
I wish they'd shut the fuck up, damn
Good grief
You know your mouth's a cage for your
Tongue if you just close your teeth

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke (Shut up, bitch)
Ayo, Kim can spit, man
She don't write her shit
Nah, Biggie wrote her shit (Shut up, bitch)
I heard she goin' to jail
I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now (Shut up, bitch)
Why she get her nose fixed?
Why she got bigger tit's?
Man, get off my girl's shit (Shut up, bitch)

Haha, I know it's killin' you bitches
I know it's killin' you
She's back, oh my God
You had a voodoo doll and everything
Worthless bitch
You just knew, "Don't let her
Come back Jesus, please
Don't let her come back"
Well, she's back, bitches, hahaha
Okay look, just, on the count of three
Stop focusing on her and think
About you for a second
Now ain't that depressin'
Ain't it depressin'?
See, that's why don't nobody talk about you
Ain't nothin' to talk about
Get yourself a hobby, bitch
Learn how to make a quilt or somethin'
Ha, is it really that you hate you?
That's what it is, ain't it?
Just punch yourself in the mouth then, bitch