[Intro: Method Man]

One time...
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I... 
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon)
Destination... (c'mon, c'mon) plat'

[Verse One: Foxy Brown]

Yo Na Na so Ill, first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
She's all about , pard-on, check your facts
and the track record, I'm all about plaques
Shakin my [bad word] half naked, lovin this life
Waitin for Kim album to drop, knowin it's tight
Standin center stage, closin the show holdin a gat
Since you opened up, I know you're hopin it's wack
Niggaz, screamin my name on record straight whylin
Maybe I'll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes's tight
When [bad word] home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight
It's my time to shine it's playtime tonight
I'ma try to stand my ground, know when I fall
I left your [bad word] Home Alone, hopin I call
 [bad word]  Method Man]

Who's got the illest [bad word] on the planet?
Sugar [bad word] down niggaz can't stand it, the Ill Na Na [bad word] Absolut Vodka, straight shots
for the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
Real and it don't stop, we movin up
First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
tryin to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na

[Verse Two: Foxy Brown]

No more in me all night, thinkin it's alright
While I'm lookin over your shoulder, watchin the hall light
You hate when it's a ball right? Ladies this ain't handball [bad word] hit these walls right before I call Mike
In the morning when it's all bright, eggs over easy 
Hope you have my [bad word] tight when I open my eyes 
While I'm eatin gettin dressed up, this ain't yo' pad
I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab
No more, sharin I pain, sharin I made
It's time to outslick niggaz, ladies sharin our game
Put it in high gear, flip the eye wear [bad word] the World but now it's my year
And from, here on I solemnly swear
To hold my own like Pee Wee in a movie theater (uh-huh)
Yeah I don't need a man's wealth (yeah)
But I can do bad (bad) by my [bad word] self (self)
And uhh...
 [bad word] 

[Method]
Uhh... vodka...
Not... not...
Dolla dolla... stop stop...
C'mon c'mon... yah, it's the Ill Na Na

[Verse Three: Foxy Brown]

No more Waitin To Exhale, we takin deep breaths
Ladies take this over, I be Fox so peep this
Love thyself with no one above thee
Cause ain't nobody gon' love me like me
If he, don't Do The Right Thing like Spike Lee
Bye bye wifey make him lose his Nike's (uh uh, yeah) 
Hit the road
Mami told me in order to, find a Prince
you gotta kiss some toads
 [bad word]