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Beat Biters
971
Hip-Hop/Rap
Beat Biters was released on March 31, 1998 by Atlantic Records/ATG as a part of the album Da Real World
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Release DateMarch 31, 1998
LabelAtlantic Records/ATG
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Melissa Elliott
Melissa Elliott
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer
Darren S. Moore
Darren S. Moore
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Drew Coleman
Drew Coleman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Senator Jimmy D
Senator Jimmy D
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
She's a—
Uh
Yo, I'ma tell y'all straight up and down
It's like this fo'real, it's goin' down like this fo'real
She's a— (Tell 'em)
I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland beat bitin'
You know what I'm sayin'?
I'm a bring it to y'all like this
[Verse 1]
By all means necessary
You might catch me somewhere stickin' yo baby's daddy
They say, "Oh Missy, you wack" but y'all not ready
'Cause I come back like a smack
You hear my gats in yo' back (Blat-blat-blat)
Huh, like spaghetti
Half of y'all MC's be stinkin' like boobetti
So your record label cut you off like confetti
Then you wanna call Missy and beg me, beg me (Who?)
Ooh, beg me, beg me
Dang, I'm very scary
**** a whole **** down like I was Carrie
Give a boy French kiss, he wanna marry
See y'all jealous tricks, y'all cannot stand me
Ooh, that's fine and dandy
Hey daddy, daddy
Why these chicken heads? Ooh, they be so petty
Hey, nah, nah, nah, you best not test me
I keep tellin' you nah, you never ready
Nah, you never ready
[Chorus]
Get rowdy (Say what?)
Let me hear y'all loudly (Uh huh)
Keep my high **** 'round me (Ooh!)
Let me see y'all work it and work it 'til y'all can't stand up
Get rowdy (Get rowdy, baby)
Let me hear y'all loudly (Uh huh)
Keep my high **** 'round me
Let me see y'all work it, baby, work, work it, baby, what?
[Verse 2]
In the club, I see ****
They think I'm super fly, they blow me sugars
So I cut them short like some scissors
They tryna take me home, they give me liquor
You know who I am? I'm a ****
Do you know what I make? Filthy rich
Do you know what this means? Gotta gat
I thought you was a freak, never that
You see me on the road, when I stroll
I flows through the toll, like woah (Beep beep)
You just a silly ****, this I know
You be at every show, for the dough, hear me now (What?)
[Chorus]
Get rowdy (Uh huh)
Let me hear y'all loudly (What you got, fool?)
Keep my high **** 'round me (Say what)
Let me see y'all work it and work it 'til y'all can't stand up
Get rowdy (Uh huh)
Let me hear y'all loudly (What you got, fool?)
Keep my high **** 'round me (Keep 'em 'round me!)
Let me see y'all work it, baby, work, work it baby, what?
Yo, this is Timbaland
Callin' from the Matrix, y'all
And this how we do it
Yo Missy, tell 'em how you feel, what
[Verse 3]
Beat biter, dope style taker, originator
Or just an imitator
Stealin' our beats like you're the one who made 'em
Timbaland's the teacher and I'm the one to grade 'em
Check the verbatim, F is how we rate 'em
How dare you make 'em, just like we made 'em
And I won't play 'em, and I won't say 'em
Save this for later, so I can tell you straighter
[Chorus]
Get rowdy (Uh huh)
Let me hear y'all loudly (What you got, fool?)
Keep my high **** 'round me (Keep 'em 'round me!)
Let me see y'all work it and work it 'til y'all can't stand up
Get rowdy (Get rowdy)
Let me hear y'all loudly (Uh huh)
Keep my high **** 'round me (Keep 'em 'round me!)
Let me see y'all work it, baby, work, work it baby
[Verse 4]
Now, see this one right here (Ooh)
This is for everybody (Ooh)
This is for my people East (What, what?) (Ooh)
East, West, South, uh huh (Ooh)
East, West, South (Ooh)
(Yo, baby, talk to them)
But you know what? Before I get up on outta here (Ooh)
I gotta say one thing to y'all beat biters (Ooh)
It's 'bout to be the year 2000 (Ooh)
You know what I'm sayin'?
And I'm kinda sick of that, that (Kack, kack, kack, kack, ficky-boom, ficky-boom)
That (Kack, kack, kack, kack, ficky boom, ficky boom)
That (Kack, kack, kack, kack, ficky, boom ficky, boom)
On everything
Y'all gotta come up with y'all own creativity, y'all own originality, y'all own style
You know what I'm sayin'
Heh, you gon' be left behind this time
Aight, ain't no love lost
All I just need you to do is stop beat bitin'
[Outro]
That was Missy
Now this is Timbaland signin' off from the Matrix
You heard that?
Shh
Written by: Missy Elliott, Timbaland
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