There's a song.. that I sing.. whenever I'm sad.. feelin bad
  
  [MC Lyte]
  It was a date, a simple little fuckin date
  or so I thought, wasn't that my great mistake
  He picked me up at eight, from my crib
  We went to dinner and he ordered babyback ribs
  What a waste, a waste of the mind and body
  And then he said, "Lyte, would you like to go and party?"
  I thought about it, and then I said, "NO!
  Pay for my food motherfucker and let's go!"
  He said, "My, aren't we agressive.."
  Damn right, and I'm also perceptive
  I know your kind, you roam around the fuckin town
  You wanna slap it, flip it, and rub it down
  You want some booty but you're gettin none this way
  You better ask Suzy Sally or that girl Fay
  You gets NONE, you hear me you cheesy rat?
  Because I'm Lyte, and I'm havin NONE of that
  
  Chorus: MC Lyte
  
  I'm all that, yes I'm all that
  You ask how? I'm all that now
  I'm all of that, yes I'm all that
  And rollin through your hood with a BASEBALL bat
  
  [MC Lyte]
  First I head out, into the red-eyed
  Turn the AC, so it feels cool inside
  Step in the jam, baring good news
  Although for some folks, I bring the blues
  Always solo, no relyin on a posse
  I see what you see, do you see what I see?
  I see suckers, many pucker-uppers
  ASS-kissers, as well as buttlickers
  Many many that will do me good and plenty
  Don't know me from Adam, but wanna get with me
  Claimin they will do or have done or have did me
  Talkin that yang, your ass'll get SLAPPED
  Because I'm Lyte and I'm havin NONE of that
  
  Chorus
  
  [MC Lyte]
  That!! That!!
  
  [answering machine]
  Aiyyo Milk, aiyyo Milk, this is Teddy B
  Yo I just checked out Lyte's new cut (That!! That!!)
  and yo it's ALL THAT, ALL THAT
  Yo I get with you, peace!
  
  [MC Lyte]
  Back, way back when, shit wasn't funny
  I'm talkin L-Q days, your gold and your money
  If you wore gold, the shit was gettin taken
  Hard rocks, don't even bother fakin
  Cause they can sense a sucker as SOON as they saw ya
  And oh well, how I felt sorry for the
  razor in my pocket, for my protection
  Blackjack in my bag for a little selection
  You got beef? BITCH, chose your weapon
  I sliced and diced, and then I kept steppin
  For me to go for that woulda just been wack
  because I'm Lyte, and I'm havin NONE of that
  
  Chorus
  
  [answering machine]
  (That!! That!!)
  Yo yo, yo Lyte, you there?
  (That!! That!!)
  Alright I just called to see if you was still shittin on wax
  Yo and DON'T make that shit soft alright?
  Yo PUMP IT UP
  Alright when you get in just give me a buzz