*MC Lyte's voice gradually fades in*
 Hot damn  hot damn  hot damn  hot damn
 Hot damn! Hot damn hoe  here we go again
 Suckers steal a beat  when you know they can't win
 You stole the beat  are you havin fun?
 Now me and the Aud's gonna show you how it's done
 You are what I label as a  nerver plucker
 You're pluckin my nerves  you MC sucka
 I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn
 That I am like a stop, and my word is Bond
 like James, killin everybody in sight
 The code's three-six, the name is Lyte
 After this jam, I really don't give a damn
 Cause I'ma run and tell your whole damn clan
 that you're a

 "Beat biter! Dope style taker!
 Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!"
 (repeat 2X)

 Hit me why don'tcha, hit me why don'tcha?
 Milk's bodyguard, is my bodyguard too
 You wanna get hurt, well this is what you do
 You put your left foot up, and then your right foot next
 Follow instructions, don't lose the context
 Thirty days a month your mood is rude
 We know the cause of your bloody attitude

 "Beat biter! Dope style taker!
 Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!"
 (repeat 2X)

 Your style is smooth, even for a cheatin mic
 You shoulda won applause as a Rakim sound-alike
 Here's a Milkbone, a sign of recognition
 Don't turn away, I think you should listen close
 Don't boast, you said you wasn't braggin
 You fuckin liar, you're chasin a chuckwagon
 The only way you learn you have to be taught
 that if a beat is not for sale, then it can't be bought
 When you leave the mic, you claim it's smokin
 Unlike Rakim, you are a Joke
 and I think you oughta stop, before you gets in too deep
 Cause with a sister like Lyte, yo I don't sleep

 "Beat biter! Dope style taker!
 Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!"
 (repeat 2X)

 When I'm in a jam, with my homegirl Jill
 My cousin Trey across the room with a posse to kill
 So I step in the middle, shake it just a little
 Wait for some female to step up and pop junk
 Give my cousin a cue, treat the girl like a punk
 Now I'm not tryin to say that I'm into static
 But yo if you cause it, yup, we gotta have it
 Cause I ain't goin out like a sucker no way
 So I sit around the way for you to make my day
 We can go for the hands, better yet for the words
 Cause you'll be ignored, and at the same time, I'll be heard
 throughout the city, the town and the country
 The beat is funky, my rhyme is spunky
 There is no delayin in the rhyme I'm sayin
 Neither are the flaws of what my DJ is playin
 So SIT BACK Jack, and listen to this