"Naked"

Baby, what we gon' do?
I need you to talk to me, c'mon

[R. Kelly]
Suddenly, I feel the need - to pull you close to me
But I don't know, if it's what you want, baby
Girl show me some kind of sign
that tells me that you're, miiiine, all mine, baby
It's gettin awfully warm, off in this room
I'm gettin head up off yo' sweet perfume
and I'm ready, to explore, every part of you
Girl I'll take my clothes off first, then now you
Ooooooooooo-oo-ooo-oo-ooo-oo-ooo-oo-ooo baby
Baby.. tonight we'll be, naked
Oooooooh, oooooooh, oooooooh, ooooooooh
I'll take a stroll through your garden of love
and show you so so much
Just take my hand, and believe, in our fu-ture
Gettin you open like matchin doors
Sheets and covers on, the floor
And if the bell should ring, we won't answer
Girl I'll take my clothes off first, and now you
Wanna tell, what I want from you

Baby tonight I wanna see you naked
So dim the lights
Baby tonight I wanna see you naked
I wanna see you tonight
Baby tonight I wanna see you naked
Oh babe, oh babe, yo' body's the reason for sight
Baby tonight I wanna see you naked
Ohhh-ohhh, naked

"Shake Ya Body"
(feat. Lil' Kim)

[R] Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

[Chorus: R. Kelly + (Lil' Kim)]
Uh-huh (shake ya body body, move ya body body)
Uh-huh (twist ya body body, switch ya body body)
Uh-huh (dip ya body body, work ya body body)
Uh-huh (any-body body, every-body body)

[R. Kelly]
Pub-o, drank-o, 'dro plus the Bev-o
Hands in the air-o, holla like echo
Tone's in the dub with, Momo and Poke-o
Tone be like Kujo, I be like Cecil
Fists rockin like "ADRIIIAN!"
We come through like "Superfriends!"
Tick-tock, tick-tock, it's six o'clock
And the party won't stop, bout to hit the IHOP
Got twenty inch mirrors rollin under the drop

"Somebody's Girl"

[J] The sixty second assassin
[R] TrackMastahhhhhhhhhs
[J] Turn that music up!
[R] Rocklaaaaaaaaand
[R] Hovahhhhhhhhh
[J] Woo! Yes, yes

[R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]
Somebody's girl is at this party (woo!)
Shakin that ass to this (uh-huh)
Somebody's girl is at this party (woo!)
Drink that glass of Cris' (that's right)
Somebody's girl is at this party (uh)
Sittin in V.I.P.
Somebody's girl (yeah) is at this party (that's right)
And she's comin home with me

[Jay-Z]
Ummmmmm.. I don't mean no harm
But your boy young Hov' got a mean ol' arm
Got all the young ladies wanna lean on him
And I don't turn them away, I'm like - bring them on
Now - where's her man is not my concern
It's not what I'm worried about, I'm just tryin to hurry her out
Clear her whole area out
And bring this whole party little nearer to my house
Now - where's her spouse? I don't know
So, I don't ask, I don't probe
I just - get in 6, get out on Rov'
Let her, sip on Cris', go out on tours
Now - back at the lab, I'm actin bad
Cause the, pool is warm, a booze is on
Just a - select few, the fools are gone

And she's comin home with me

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, is it my fault they call me young heat rock
Hardhead, go through walls like sheet rock
And she's comin with me, when the beat stop
When the party is done, I party with hon
Now - is it my fault you neglect your broad
and she wanna party with me, no ex at all?
No ex-boyfriend, no ex involved
Just the highway exit that we exit off
And I - fall back, I let her talk
I inquire sometime, I admire her mind
I - like her wit, I'm lovin her shoes
I'm a alternative rap, I'm playin the blues
I'm a thorough street nigga never breakin the rules
And her man's shortcomin is turnin me into somethin
that of which she has never seen
So she wanna crossover where the grass is green, knahmean?

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
The moral of the story if you love your bitch
you better - hold your hoe, hug your bitch
You better - slow your roll, trick some bread
When she wanna go out, you like Craig and 'em said
"See ya when I see ya," now she's callin me up
And I'm like, "Geah, of course I wanna chill"
Now she with the real, and you all fed
Like, "I'ma crack her motherfuckin fo'head!"

[Chorus]

"Get This Money"

[J] Yeah yeah
[R] Damn it's hot
[J] Like a muh'fucker
[R] Yo Jigga
[J] Whassup my nigga?
[R] Pop that water
[J] Fo'schizzle!
[both laughing]
[R] Yeah
[J] Get'cha mind right, c'mon

[Jay-Z]
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh uh-uh - gettin that money my nigga
(woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..)
You better call the muh'fuckin cops
This is a crime, uh-uh, let's go

[R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]
Keys to the Bentley, off to the club
Switchin lanes like what the..
Chick on the cell wanna get with a bruh
But y'all know I don't love no.. (never love her)
She, say, she, slick
I'm, like, baby, please
She, say she's got a man
but what's that got to do with me? (f'real)
Some chicks like low-key
Wrists of, zero degrees
I'm, toxic off the Belve'
Two strippers, in my hotel suite
Fee fie and, foe fum-ah
Look out now, here I come-ah
For you haters, keepin up trauma
Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)

[Chorus: R. Kelly]
You got what I want; I got what you need
Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney
You got what I want; I got what you need
Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney

[R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]
Ace hit the club 'bout five o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
Cause I'm a baller, thought I told ya
Blue rocks lightin up my shoulders (bling!)
See y'all niggaz know y'all need to grow up
Your album ain't out, cause I'm the hold up (ha)
Busters wanna hoop with me
Wanna run our ways, doin R&B
I'll, creep creep, blink blink
Cross your ass over, take it from me
Fee fie and, foe fum-ah
Look out now, here I come-ah
Golddiggers, this you gets none of

Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)]
Pull up on the block, cran-apple Benz
White tank top, cran-apple trim
Egg-shaped watch, cran-apple gems
Dice hands 'side both of them
Two rolls and I leave with a stack
Off to the club, G's in in the back
V.I.P. nigga beez like that
When you gettin that money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)
I spit this for my riders
Twenty-inch rims and wide body drivers
We can't let nothin stop us (get.. this.. mo-ney)
Young H-O-V-A
And the boy R. Kel', you know how we play
For that fetti, mayne, we'll let the lead rang
You young boyz ain't ready
You don't know NANN a nigga to NEAR Jigga
to NEAR as well as me and the boy Kel'
Yeah it's money, recognize the smell
And we up out this bitch, yell

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)]
Gettin that money my nigga
Ha ha, ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
I gotta laugh at this shit (get.. this.. money)
Gettin this money my nigga
Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh
Oh it's too late to get scared niggaz (get.. this.. mo-ney)
It's way too late now..
.. gettin this money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)

[Chorus + Jay-Z ad libs]

[J] Gettin that money my nigga

"Shorty"

[Tone aka Trackmaster]
So I told shorty I be producing, I be making those beats
Be making those hits, ya know
So I told her my name, My name is Tone
She said "Town!!"
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me

[R. Kelly]
TRACK-MAS-STER

[Jay-Z]
We see you Tone
Tone the referee
We see you, baby

[R. Kelly]
C'mon Shorty
That nigga Hov

[Jay-Z]
Holla

[R. Kelly]
Yall niggas don't understand

[Jay-Z]
Uh-uh, they dont understand
Flow for'em
No lemme sing for em

Just sing for'em

[R. Kelly]
Check It
Mr. Kell
Its like this, some of yall niggas got, legs for lips
Running ya mouth mad cuz I, pop that Cris
Go up in 3-10, and cop that six
Then roll around with yo chick
Some of yall niggas mad cuz I drop these hits
Thug ass nigga, on some, R&B Shit
Now that shit done fucked around and, made me rich
And, For those of you who don't like it, yall can suck my "Uhhhh!!"
These honies to my suite like I'm, the Pidi piper
Body ass, hitin high notes, like they Mariah
Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bonfire
She be like "Wooooooo", and I be like "Wooooooo"
When her tides got high, fuck it Ima Don
Runnin late for the studio, fuck it I'm bout to come
Dress cold at club fuck it Air Force I's
Said I wouldn't mention Sisqo, fuck he's a bum
Ally boom, buaya, Hit you with the right hook
You be like, what the fuck was that
Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo
Nigga yall best shit can't even fuck with our demo's
Shorty

[Chorus 2X: R. Kelly]
From New York on to L.A. (Shorty)
Chi-Town we freak the night away (Shorty)
Miami all the pretty girls (Shorty)
We know chicks all around the world (Shorty)

[Jay-Z]
Shorty, what yo name is?
Shorty, who yo man is?
C'mon and make moves with a dude who move cane
Like a old man, you know who game this is, Young Hov
Name is respected in fifty different languages, mommy come roll
I keep a jet on the runway, Sunday in Paris, London on Monday
Back to L.A.
This aint rap, this is real, I could trip and have a meal
In three hours ma the streets will be ours (Wooooooo)
Shorty, I got something for you, Wouldn't give a chick a dime before
but now I wanna spoil you
Shorty, The trips to the gucc shop, getcha cooch hot
How bout I do a helipads on the roof top
Shorty, Ya hella rag, your my rock star Shorty
Heres my number shit, you don't gotta to call me
Shorty

[Chorus 2x]

[R. Kelly]
I'm chillin in my 4.6, at the light
5 o'clock in the morning, been drinking all night
And, Plus I'm high, but it aint over
4 slim bodies scooped me in a wide body rover
Panties and bras all the way from the bed to the sofa
For all you R&B so called playas, I'm bout to coach ya
Sit right there, and watch me freak yo girl chocha
Tounge all down her throat as if a nigga was trying to choke her
Its The Best Of Both Worlds, stickin ya in the "uhhhhhh!!"
Put ya hands up like it's money in the air
We bout to rip these charts like Zorro Blade
So hot your gonna need a cold glass of lemonade
To all my real live niggas, that shoot dice and play spades
In a nice crib, word up, drinking the Maid
On the rizel my nizel, that nigga Jigga is the dizel
R. Kizel in the hotel swizel's chicks on the mizel's

[Chorus 2x]

Shorty

Shorty

"Honey"

[Intro: Jay-Z]
Uh, its the boy Jay-Z, and the boy R. Kel
The best of both worlds, please believe it
Brookland, Chi-Town, to all the beautiful ladies in the world
Dedicated to TT my niece, everybody in the world, talk to 'em Kel
That's right, Tone this is mean and vicious man, so mean and vicious
Rockland, Roc-a-Fella, the best of both worlds, come on

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Lord forgive me I'm ballin' out of control
Got the spirit of a hustler pouring out of my soul
Mami I love you but ain't no stopping my stroll
If you wanna be down with me you gotta rooolll
Like a roll and if my side of the bed gets cold
You gotta know that I'm out chasin' doooough
I'm ain't stunting these hoes
Stunting my growth if I fuck 'em I'm fleeing them
I need something to hold
Then I'm home to you
I might roam like a cellular phone
But I never leave you alone I
Solemnly swear, I was married to the block before I met you
It's still a part of me there but I
Solemnly swear, I try but it's in my blood
Pumping yay since I was yay high
I'm in love with the life
So except me for the bastard that I am

You're still in love with me right?

[Chorus: R. Kelly]
Baby I can't figure it out
Said you pussy tastes like honey
But I can't stop huggin' the block
All night tryna get this money

Stuck between these two worlds
What I'm gonna do with both these girls
Two main squeezes in separate cities
Both found out man, shit ain't pretty
Stuck between these two worlds
What I'm gonna do with both these girls
Hard to choose between her and these streets
Cuz the game keeps calling me

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Baby girl had me off my grind, off my clock
I would often find I was off my block
Couldn't keep her off my mind, my balls were shot
They never thought that a pause or stop
Was in my pores to push rock raw
Take a lost rebound like Bo Outlaw, I'm so outlaw
Got a hunger for this game, but keep that on the low
Like a one against the grain
Got the sun against my brain
A girl in my ear
I like her for her
I'm a dig into this shit, I like it like I like her
Sometimes I can't figure it out
I'm in love with the life but she's sticking it out
She know wanna hug kisses keep a nigga in the house
Lock down while his niggas is out (out)

[Chorus X2]