[Verse 1: Missy]
  Me and my clique
  Run thur the gutter breakin down shutter
  As the beat goes, dun dun dun duna
  Ain't nothing better than these favorite buttas
  It's like freakin wit your lova tryin bust his rubba
  Have him have him undercover like he thought he never
  How the hell a bitch like me become so celva
  Yall wack MC's , yall never never
  Talkin hard as a cock but is light as a feather
  Yall suspect hoe's yall suspect hoe's
  Takin off your clothe yall reject hoe's
  Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em
  
  [Chorus] Missy (Timbaland)
  Slap!Slap!Slap!
  Right across your melon, easy
  
  (Nigga,Slap!Slap!
  Right across your melon, easy)
  
  [Verse 2: Missy]
  Yall lil'
  Tryin act bigga don't yall get the picture
  Every freakin year I come wit something sicka
  Fan's takin flick's wanna get my picture
  Freak's only speak “Do you know Jigga?”
  Strange muthafucka's wanna be my nigga
  Turn your man to a ass-licker
  Cheatin ass men means, cheatin as men
  Time to stop gamin and stay the fuck in
  Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em
  
  [Chorus] Missy (Timbaland)
  Slap!Slap!Slap!
  Right across your melon, pronto
  
  (I said,Slap!Slap!Slap!
  Right across your melon, pronto)
  
  [Verse 3: Da Brat]
  You don't wanna get smacked right quick
  Wit a upper cut like this
  I don't give a fuck if you don't like this
  Still get paid to bust the right shit
  Still get paid to hope on the dick
  I'm a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot
  But if you knock the boots,but at lease cop the coup
  What I'm post to do, starve for you
  This ain't ??, I can't crawl for you
  That's impossible
  I make the rule
  I pay the dues
  I wear the pants
  Bought the shoes, they Prada too
  Fuck wit me you lose
  Step to me and get brused
  Your chances are not few, they none
  So what I'm bitchy
  Roll a phat blunt wit Missy
  In the front wit me
  Tim hit AHH, wit the bang to the boggada beat
  Burnin em wit the heat
  It don't conser me, when nigga talk shit
  They just wanna learn me
  When they see me,I permentaly
  Damage they shit internally
  And Slap!Slap!
  Slap! em right across the melon
  
  [Timbaland]
  Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap!
  Right across your melon, easy
  
  [Verse 4: Jade]
  I'm the M-S-J-A-D-E
  Toes and lows , bling like I'm B.G.
  I don't know nigga help, shit, I write my own
  Just gimme a beat and a muthafuckin microphone
  Picture this shit me Missy and Timbaland
  We bout to take it to the streets, but they chicken ran
  Oh Shit, It's gettin kinda hot in here
  Oh Shit, Make niggas stop and stare
  Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy
  Smack the shit out the Clyde
  Cause Bonnie should have pay me
  Get old heads for they checks that sign right
  And I get lil' boys for they doe on prom night
  Cause I do my thing, knots in a pocket
  Slap!Slap!Slap!
  All up in your knogen, early
  I said,Slap!Slap!Slap!
  All up in your knogen
  
  [Timbaland]
  Nigga,Slap!Slap!Slap!
  Right across your melon, easy