Dear Yvette

[MA] Ay yo shorty I`m sayin, I knew<br> you since you was like yay high, y`knamean<br> You out here whylin` out, you really need<br> to cool out with all that!<br>[JD] Please, you don`t know me!<br><br>[Masta Ace]<br>Ay yo Yvette, there`s a lotta rumours goin` around<br>About you hoein` around, you need to slow down<br>Eversince ya ass grew, you been movin` kinda fast boo<br>Don`t even speak now when I pass you<br>Hundred Dollar bill tattoo, on yo thigh<br>The gleam in ya eye for the cream and the pie<br>Skirt ridin` high so they can see ya thong better<br>I`ma sit down and write you a long letter<br>We was little, we was friends, we rode our big wheels<br>Now I see you gettin` a Benz with big wheels<br>All these guys in the city, see is the size of your titties<br>And that you got hazel eyes and you`re pretty<br>They see a girl like you and they wanna get in her<br>I was thinkin` we can go to a movie, maybe dinner<br>You turned around and told me I need to retire<br>If I can`t "show you the money" like Jerry McGuire<br>I don`t know<br><br>[Chorus Jessica Harrell]<br>You don`t really know me<br>Just what ya think ya see<br>Just what ya think ya see<br>You don`t have to worry `bout me<br>This chick got hopes and dreams<br>But I`m about this paper cuz <br>There ain`t no love for free<br><br>[Jane Doe]<br>I never been they type of bitch, maybe when I was younger<br>I craved love and thought they could satisfy my hunger<br>Thirsty, had a few niggaz do me dirty<br>Slid a blade across my wrist, almost went 7:30<br>I spazed, now it`s all about the cash<br>Swingin` naked on a pole, doin` tricks with my ass<br>You wanna be with me and let happilly ever after<br>Same ol` song, get more "hits" than Napster<br>You don`t care about me, you don`t really know me<br>My broked hearts and dreams is killin` me slowly<br>Get ahead bitch, walk with a switch<br>Lip gloss lips and 34 inch hips<br>Airbrushed chips and chromed out whips<br>I like to take trips when wife stash the whips<br>Fuck love `em, solo<br>Raisin` my seeds for dolo<br>And mindstate fresh, with nothin` less than Polo<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Jane Doe]<br>Please don`t be sympathetic<br>Shit I don`t regret it<br>While these hoes half-stepped it<br>Nigga I`m gonna rep it, til` I die<br>And make these G`s multiply<br>I`ma make G`s cry like when Jesus died<br>And on the third day my G rose again<br>A foul type chick, quick to fuck ya best friend<br>And smile in ya face, niggaz stay in ya place<br>Catch my head at his waist, lie with a straight face<br><br>[Masta Ace]<br>I know my man had you in the Bricks, with a couple of chicks<br>Drivin` around havin` endless kicks in the Benz 6<br>He said the sex was (good), the head was (good)<br>Yo I think he would tell the whole hood if he could<br>You say it`s all about the money, well I can tell<br>Cuz that nigga makes Sam Cassell look like Denzel<br>My bad I`ma sound like a real hater<br>I`ma leave it on that note and holla at ya later<br>One<br><br>[2x Chorus]<br><br>[Masta Ace & Jane Doe talking over Chorus]<br>[JD] You think you are the judgement<br> Y`all niggaz don`t know me<br> I do what I gotta do, I take care of mine<br> Who you think you are, you ain`t no better than me<br>[MA] Why you say all that?<br>[JD] I`m only doin` what I gotta do<br>[MA] I do what I gotta do too<br>[JD] You don`t know me, you don`t love me<br>[MA] I`m tryin` to help you, I mean you out here whylin` out <br> Whatever though