Dear Yvette

(feat. Jane Doe)
 [MA]
 Ay yo shorty I'm sayin, I knew
 You since you was like yay high, y'knamean
 You out here whylin' out, you really need
 To cool out with all that!
 [JD] Please, you don't know me!
 [Masta Ace]
 Ay yo Yvette, there's a lotta rumours goin' around
 About you hoein' around, you need to slow down
 Eversince ya ass grew, you been movin' kinda fast boo
 Don't even speak now when I pass you
 Hundred Dollar bill tattoo, on yo thigh
 The gleam in ya eye for the cream and the pie
 Skirt ridin' high so they can see ya thong better
 I'ma sit down and write you a long letter
 We was little, we was friends, we rode our big wheels
 Now I see you gettin' a Benz with big wheels
 All these guys in the city, see is the size of your titties
 And that you got hazel eyes and you're pretty
 They see a girl like you and they wanna get in her
 I was thinkin' we can go to a movie, maybe dinner
 You turned around and told me I need to retire
 If I can't "show you the money" like Jerry McGuire
 I don't know
 [Chorus Jessica Harrell]
 You don't really know me
 Just what ya think ya see
 Just what ya think ya see
 You don't have to worry 'bout me
 This chick got hopes and dreams
 But I'm about this paper cuz
 There ain't no love for free
 [Jane Doe]
 I never been they type of bitch, maybe when I was younger
 I craved love and thought they could satisfy my hunger
 Thirsty, had a few niggaz do me dirty
 Slid a blade across my wrist, almost went 7: 30
 I spazed, now it's all about the cash
 Swingin' naked on a pole, doin' tricks with my ass
 You wanna be with me and let happilly ever after
 Same ol' song, get more "hits" than Napster
 You don't care about me, you don't really know me
 My broked hearts and dreams is killin' me slowly
 Get ahead bitch, walk with a switch
 Lip gloss lips and 34 inch hips
 Airbrushed chips and chromed out whips
 I like to take trips when wife stash the whips
 Fuck love 'em, solo
 Raisin' my seeds for dolo
 And mindstate fresh, with nothin' less than Polo
 [Chorus]
 [Jane Doe]
 Please don't be sympathetic
 Shit I don't regret it
 While these hoes half-stepped it
 Nigga I'm gonna rep it, til' I die
 And make these G's multiply
 I'ma make G's cry like when Jesus died
 And on the third day my G rose again
 A foul type chick, quick to fuck ya best friend
 And smile in ya face, niggaz stay in ya place
 Catch my head at his waist, lie with a straight face
 [Masta Ace]
 I know my man had you in the Bricks, with a couple of chicks
 Drivin' around havin' endless kicks in the Benz 6
 He said the sex was (good), the head was (good)
 Yo I think he would tell the whole hood if he could
 You say it's all about the money, well I can tell
 Cuz that nigga makes Sam Cassell look like Denzel
 My bad I'ma sound like a real hater
 I'ma leave it on that note and holla at ya later
 One
 [Chorus x2]
 [Masta Ace & Jane Doe talking over Chorus]
 [JD]
 You think you are the judgement
 Y'all niggaz don't know me
 I do what I gotta do, I take care of mine
 Who you think you are, you ain't no better than me
 [MA] Why you say all that?
 [JD] I'm only doin' what I gotta do
 [MA] I do what I gotta do too
 [JD] You don't know me, you don't love me
 [MA] I'm tryin' to help you, I mean you out here whylin' out
 Whatever though