Me & my bitch Lyrics – Diddy

Me & my bitch Lyrics – Diddy


[Intro: Notorious B.I.G., Puff Daddy & Girl]
Yo let— let— let me ask you a question, yo
Yo, would you kill for me?
Hmm, yeah
Uh, the act of making love— (Haa)
What took you so long to answer motherfucker?
I don’t know
The fuck wrong with you, bitch?
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
When I met you, I admit, my first thoughts was to trick
You look so good, huh, I’ll suck on your daddy’s dick
I never felt that way in my life
It didn’t take long before I made you my wife
Got no rings and shit, just my main squeeze
Comin’ to the crib, even had a set of keys
During the days you helped me bag up my nickels
In the process, I admit, I tricked a little
But you was my bitch, the one who’d never snitch
Love me when I’m broke or when I’m filthy fuckin’ rich
And I admit, when the time is right, the wine is right
I treat you right, you talk slick, I beat you right
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[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., Puff Daddy & Girl]
Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch
(But you know you love that ass, don’t you?)
Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch
(Yeah, no question, no question)
Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, yeah
(Yo, let me ask you another question)
Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah
(What?)
Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, yeah
(You been fuckin’ ’round on me?)
Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch
(Why would I do that?)
Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah
(Yo, don’t lie to me, motherfucker)
Just me and my bitch
[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Moonlight strolls with the hoes, oh, no, that’s not my steelo
I wanna bitch that like to play ceelo and craps
Packin’ gats in a Coach bag, steamin’ dime bags
A real bitch is all I want, all I ever had
With a bop just as strong as me
Totin’ guns just as long as me, the bitch belongs with me
Any plans with another bitch, my bitch’ll spoil it
One day, she used my toothbrush to clean the toilet
Throwin’ my clothes out the windows, so when the wind blows
I see my Polos and Timbos
Hide my car keys so I can’t leave
A real slick bitch, keep a trick up her sleeve
And if I deceive, she won’t take it lightly
She’ll invite me, politely, to fight, G
And then we lie together, cry together
I swear to God I hope we fuckin’ die together



Produced By:Diddy, Chucky Thompson & Bluez Brothas
Written By:The Notorious B.I.G., Diddy, Chucky Thompson, Reginald Ellis & Norman Glover
Mixed At:The Hit Factory (New York City)
Copyright:Bad Boy Entertainment
Publisher:B.I.G. Poppa Music, Ninth Street Tunnel Music, Distant Beats Music, Justin Combs Music, EMI April Music, Sony/ATV Tunes & Sony Music Entertainment
Performance Rights:ASCAP & BMI
Instrumentation:Chucky Thompson
Additional Vocals:Sybil Pennix
Recording Engineer:John Wydrycs
Mixing Engineer:Rich Travali
Mastering Engineer:Carlton Batts
Label:Bad Boy Entertainment & Arista Records
Recorded At:Chung King Studios (New York City)
Release Date:September 13, 1994