Intro: Method Man

Rugged style  it's enough to make a hardrock smile 
Ha ha ha  cheeba cheeba y'all 
Cheeba cheeba y'all  and you don't stop 
Yeah yeah  cootie in the chair 
Cheeba cheeba y'all  and you don't stop 
Yeah yeah  cootie in the    check Tical

Chorus: Mary J. Blige [sample: Notorious B.I.G.]

You're all, I need 
[Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together] 
to get by, ahhhhh 
You're all, I need 
[Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together] 
to get by, ahhhhh

Verse One:

Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me 
For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me 
Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman 
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever 
There are few things that's forever, my lady 
We can make war or make babies 
Back when I was nothin 
You made a brother feel like he was somethin 
That's why I'm with you to this day boo no frontin 
Even when the skies were gray 
You would rub me on my back and say "Baby it'll be okay" 
Now that's real to a brother like me baby 
Never ever give my cootie away and keep it tight aight 
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live 
In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids 
Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife 
Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we 
Be livin in the effin lap of luxury 
I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk wit me 
But you did, now I'm going all out kid 
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga

Chorus 2X

Interlude: Mary J. Blige

Like sweet morning dew 
I took one look at you 
And it was plain to see 
You were my destiny 
With you I'll spend my time 
I'll dedicate my life 
I'll sacrifice for you 
Dedicate my life for you

Verse Two:

I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone 
Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone 
Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own 
No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home 
Even if I'm locked up North you in the world 
Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo 
It be true me for you that's how it is 
I be your Noah, you be my Wiz 
I'm your Mister, you my Mrs. with hugs and kisses 
Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please 
Be on another level of planning, of understanding 
the bond between man and woman, and child 
The highest elevation, cuz we above 
All that romance crap, just show your love

Chorus (starts during the end of verse two, repeats until end)

Outro: Method Man

I'm sick of police 
Ha ha ha, cheeba cheeba y'all 
And you don't stop 
Yeah yeah, cootie in the -- Tical! 
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop 
Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical! 
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop 
Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical 
Mary J. raw, and Meth-Tical 
{Like sweet morning dew} Yeah yeah 
{I took one look at you} cootie in the chair, Tical 
{And it was plain to see} Cheeba cheeba y'all 
{You were my destiny, baby} Cheeba cheeba y'all 
Cheeba cheeba y'all, bring it on, yeah 
What's that shit that they be smoking?

No romance without finance for now 
Baby, please, ninety-five 
Ticallion Stallion, ha ha, ha ha 
Man woman and child, yeah

{Anything you need, anything you need}