(Janet Jackson:)
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you’d
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 motherf***er
I changed all my credit cards
And switched all the locks
To all my doors
You thought my heart
Would be destroyed
Look around
'Cause I’m chillin’ boy
Whatcha goin’ 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
Ain’t 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 ain’t want me
Anyway you wanted
To be me
What made you think
I wanted to
Keep you around?
While I work my as* 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 Jackson:)
Sharp shooter into
Breakin’ hearts
A baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Hollerin’ at everything that walks
No substance
Just small talk
Know why you’re feelin’
On that girl’s behind
You got a sleazy
One track mind
Workin’ your work
Until you find
Who’s goin’ home
With you tonight

(Janet Jackson and Missy Elliott:)
Oh (Oh)
Who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Who’s your next victim?
(That’s right now)
Oh (Oh)
Who you gonna lie to?
Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?
(That’s what I’m talkin’ about)
Oh (Oh)
What you gonna tell her
After she discovers
You don’t really love her?
Oh (Oh)
It’s gonna be a show down
Knock down, drag down
Gun slugger shoot ‘em up

(Janet Jackson and 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
Don’t you?
Don’t you?
Don’t you?

(Missy Elliott:)
I’m doin’ better without you
And I’m happy without you

(Janet Jackson:)
Sweatin’ me but
I’m not your type
You think you irk me
And you’re so right
I’d rather keep the trash
And throw you out
Stupid b**** in
My beach house
No, I ain’t gonna
Go and act a fool
And be the lead story
On the nigga news
Not me, sucker
I’d never be your lover
I’d rather make you suffer
You stupid motherf***er

(Janet Jackson and Missy Elliott:)
Oh (Oh)
Who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Who’s your next victim?
(That’s right now)
Oh (Oh)
Who you gonna lie to?
Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?
(That’s what
I’m talkin’ about)
Oh (Oh)
What you gonna tell her
After she discovers
You don’t really love her?
Oh (Oh)
It’s gonna be a show down
Knock down, drag down
Gun slugger shoot ‘em up

(Missy Elliott:)
You must have thought
You had game, now you, what?
Walkin’ ‘round
Like you’re down
You don’t give a
But you don’t really wanna
Be forgot into the streets
I’m a lover, not a fighter
But I crack your teeth
Boy I plead please
No, don’t bother me
'Cause when you had me
You ain’t know
How to chill wit’ me
You wanna be in the streets
With the freak-nies
But now you all
Up on them knees
Still joggin’ me
But I’m gonna
Say it real, real
Keep it real
What the deal?
How you feel?
Is it real?
Is you sick?
'Cause I’m the deal
Still here, what the feelin’
Is real, don’t front
'Cause boy I’m the
I’m doin’ better
Without you, playa, and
I’m happy without you, playa
This song is about you, playa
Motherf***er son of a gun
Janet

(Janet Jackson:)
Got a chip
Upon your shoulder
I just knocked it off
Show me what
You’re gonna do
I ain’t ‘bout to run
You have just run
Out of ammunition
Shootin’ blanks now
You son of a gun

(Missy Elliott:)
Missy, Janet, Carly

(Janet Jackson and Missy Elliott:)
Oh (Oh)
Who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Who’s your next victim?
(That’s right now)
Oh (Oh)
Who you gonna lie to?
Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?
(That’s what
I’m talkin’ about)
Oh (Oh)
What you gonna tell her
After she discovers
You don’t really love her?
Oh (Oh)
It’s gonna be a show down
Knock down, drag down
Gun slugger shoot ‘em up

(Carly Simon:)
No, no, no, no, no
It’s not what you say
It’s what you do
You’re so vain
You probably think
This song is about you
Don’t you?
Don’t you?
Don’t you?
Don’t you?

(Janet Jackson and 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
Don’t you?
Don’t you?
Don’t you?

(Janet Jackson:)
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you’d
Get the money, too
Greedy, greedy, greedy
Try to have the cake
And eat it, too