[Intro: Method Man]
  Uh.. that's right, oh yeah
  Back with some nasty shit, right there
  Nasty, nasty, girl, nasty girl, baby come on
  Think you a nasty girl, yea
  
  [Method Man]
  Pretty young thing like to bone
  And she hate to spend her nights alone, baby doll you in the zone
  Why not call me on the phone, and invite me home
  Come on, now, baby, come on-on
  Know what I mean, take a real queen to fuck with me
  Trustin' me, and give it up for free
  Next time, feel free to hit me up, anything you wanna puff a tree
  Come on, now, baby, come on-on
  We'll shake me up, stop stallin', what you waitin' for?
  You know we both ain't got no place to go
  So roll it up, and lay low
  Everytime I say, yes, baby, you say no
  Come on, now, baby, come on-on
  Now-now, now-now-now, you don't have to stay
  It's ok, there's the dough, you can walk away, why make we wait
  Til tomorrow, when you can break me off today
  Come on, now, baby, come on-on
  
  [Chorus: Kardinal Offishall]
  Yeah! Gal dem we love, and gal we need
  She crush up me things and light me weed
  We see dem shotgun, and watch me speed
  Me need a pringy one or pon we need it
  Gal dem we *ugh*, and gal we screw
  When we need the girl, up one night po' half me crew
  And lick on my collection, and what to do
  Me need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh!
  
  [Method Man]
  I won't lie, I love P-U-S-S-Y, (why?)
  Cuz I never let it walk on by, or any slice of the american pie
  Come on, now, baby, come on-on
  Girlfriend, you know it's half past two A.M
  You got a friend, but you ain't really trynna fuck with him
  Aight, then, hit up Batty, I'll gladly come and tuck you in
  Come on, now, baby, come on-on
  Scream at your frog, all's fair, love & basketball
  She remind me of this chick that used to fuck with Dirty Bastard, ya'll
  Heard that she could suck a ball through a plastic straw
  Come on, now, baby, come on-on
  Know what I'm sayin', kid, she get it poppin' off and half the time
  A little, candlelight, a little glass of wine
  I'm thinkin', another drink and that ass is mine
  Come on, now, baby, come on-on
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Method Man]
  If you girl come knockin' at my door, it's my duty
  To give her what she came here for
  I'm try'nna knock it down, but I ain't try'nna claim that dough
  Come on, now, baby, come on-on
  That's what's up, start the fire, Buddha, light things up
  The only nigga puttin' ends on some rims for his ice cream truck
  Pick a flavor, I'll come and scoop your whole team up
  Come on, now, baby, come on-on
  That's how it be, don't trip, but girl you put a hurtin' on me
  Oh shit, hope other chicks don't take it personally
  But ma, you killin' her, murder in the first degree
  Come on, now, baby, come on-on
  Okay, okay, can the ladies come out and play with Mr. Meth
  I ain't trynna take you out your way
  Why break me off tomorrow, when you can break me off today
  Come on, now...
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Outro: Method Man]
  Me need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
  Big up to, super producer, Fafu, one love to Kardinal Offishall
  And the whole T-Dot, oh!