I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke, SHUT UP BITCH!
Ay yo, 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 tits?
Why's y'all on my shit? SHUT UP BITCH!

Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin'
Paparazzi stalkin', takin' pictures while I'm walkin'
Damn, can't a bitch breathe, gimme 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
Gotta put the doors up, haters pick your jaws up
I'm in the Trump International thirty floors up
You ain't payin' my bills so you ain't sayin' nuttin'
Ain't keepin' it real, then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got dissed, but we don't see nuttin'
And people, if you feel me, get this whole shit jumpin'
Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes
Now every chick look like Lil' Kim in they videos
Now 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!
Ay yo, 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 tits?
Why don't y'all get off her shit? SHUT UP BITCH!

I hate the people starin', 'cause this chick stay appearin'
In somethin' made with German engineerin', rack-n-pinion starin'
Homes made with French doors and heated marble floors
Whores heated 'cause Momma 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' nuttin'
Ain't keepin' it real, then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got dissed, but we don't see nuttin'
And people, if you feel me, get this whole shit jumpin'
So don't believe everything that you hear
'Cause like a q-tip, niggas be all in your ear
Three hundred and sixty-five days of the year
Shit, I done heard it all throughout my career

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke, SHUT UP BITCH!
Ay yo, 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 tits?
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 made my pockets fatter
Some peoples' jobs is to talk about Lil' Kim
Let's face it, I'm a way in life for all of them
Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed
They got some nerve when the one's who do the ratin' look a mess
Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best
Damn, it must feel good to Payless
You ain't payin' my bills so you ain't sayin' nuttin'
Ain't keepin' it real, then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got dissed, but we don't see nuttin'
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 ya mouth's a cage for your tongue if you just close ya teeth

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke, SHUT UP BITCH!
Ay yo, 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 tits?
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
Don't let her come back, Jesus
Please don't let her come back
Well she's back, bitches
Look, just on the count of three, stop focusin' on her
And think about you for a second
Now ain't that depressin'?
Ain't it depressin'?
See, that's why I don't know how to talk about you
Ain't nuttin' 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, damn bitch