Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song is About You) (Extended Remix)Janet Jackson

[Intro: Janet Jackson & P. Diddy]
Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers try to have your cake and eat it too
Let's go
This...is... the...remix
This that shit right here
Bad Boy, baby, yeah
Janet, yeah, JJ
This goes out to all the clubs
Damn, you fine, girl
Feel me?

[Verse 1: Janet Jackson]
Sharpshooter into breaking hearts
A baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Hollering at everything that walks
No substance just small talk
Know why you feeling on that girl's behind
You gotta sleazy one track mind
Working your work until you think you find
Who's going home with you tonight

[Verse 2: Missy Elliott]
I changed all the credit cards
And switched the locks to all my doors
You thought my heart would be destroyed
Look around 'cause I'm chilllin;, boy
Whatcha go and gеt your lawyers for?
I, makes my dough in just one show, you know
Your lawyеr shoulda let you know, you know
When you sue me, you gonna be broke you know
Ain't no way that you could bring me down easy
Any chick that you stick is real sleazy
Before I need you, I betcha gon' need me
You ain't want me anyway, you wanted to be me
What made you think I'd keep you around
While I, work my ass off and you just lounge, huh?
You slum, bum, son of a gun
And uh, how much your worth
I think negative, dunn

[Pre-Chorus: Janet Jackson, Missy Elliot, P. Diddy]
(This the remix, come on)
Oh (Oh), who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's your next victim?
That's right, like
Oh (Oh), who you gonna lie to
Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?
That's what I'm talking about
Oh (Oh), what ya gonna tell her
After she discovers
You don't really love her
Oh (Oh), it's gonna be a showdown
Knock down, drag out
Gunslingin' shoot 'em up

[Chorus: Janet Jackson & Carly Simon, P. Diddy]
I betcha think this song is about you
(Who you talkin' 'bout)
I betcha think this song is about you
(Who you talkin' 'bout)
I betcha think this song is about you (Yeah yeah)
(Who you talkin' 'bout)
I betcha think this song is about you
Don't you
(Who you talkin' 'bout)
Don't you
(They call me Diddy)
Don't you
(Yo, Janet, listen)

[Verse 3: P. Diddy]
(It wasn't me) Whatchu talkin' 'bout lawyers for?
(It wasn't me) Why you wanna change locks and doors?
(It wasn't me) Well, maybe it was, sure
But you know tomorrow, you'll love me some more
I'm back, another Visa, another set of keys
We did this last week, Ma, don't get amnesia (Remember?)
All this back and forth gotta quit
And by the way, this is the remix

[Verse 4: Janet Jackson]
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you irk me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach house
Naw I ain't gon' go and act a fool
And be lead story on the nigga news
Not me sucker, I'll never be your lover
I'd rather make you suffer
You stupid motherfucker

[Verse 5: Missy Eliott, Janet Jackson, P. Diddy]
You musta thought you had game like nigga what
Walk around like you down, you don't give a fuck
'Cause you don't really want beef until you hit the streets
See, I'm a lover, not a fighter but I'll crack your teeth
Boy, plea plea, nah, don't bother me
'Cause when you had me, you ain't know how to chill with me
You wannabes in the street with the freakneeks
And now you all up on them knees still jocking me
But I'ma say it real real, keep it real
What the deal? How you feel? Is you ill? Is you sick? (Misdemeanor)
'Cause I'm the deal, still here, whip appeal and it's real
Don't front 'cause boy I'm the shit (I like that, let's go)
I'm doing better with out you, playa
And I'm happy without you, playa (That's right)
And this song is about you, playa (It's about you — what? Come on)
Muthafuckin' son of a gun

[Bridge: Janet Jackson]
Got a chip upon your shoulder
I just knocked it off
Show me what you're gonna do (I like this)
I ain't 'bout to run (Come on)
You have just run out of ammunition (Yeah)
Shooting blanks now, you son of a gun

[Pre-Chorus: Janet Jackson, Missy Elliot, P. Diddy]
Oh (Oh) (Bad Boy, baby), who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's your next victim?
Oh (Oh), who you gonna lie to?
Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?
Oh (Oh), what ya gonna tell her
After she discovers
You don't really love her
Oh (Oh), it's gonna be a showdown
Knock down, drag out
Gunslingin' shoot 'em up

[Interlude over pre-Chorus: Carly Simon]
No, no, no, no, no
It's not what you say, it's what you do
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you?

[Chorus: Janet Jackson & Carly Simon, P. Diddy]
I betcha think this song is about you (Don't you?)
(Who you talkin' 'bout)
I betcha think this song is about you
(Who you talkin' 'bout)
I betcha think this song is about you
(Yeah, who you talkin' 'bout)
I betcha think this song is about you
Don't you
(Who you talkin' 'bout)
Don't you
Don't you
(Who you talkin' 'bout)

[Bridge: Janet Jackson & P. Diddy]
Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers try to have your cake and eat it too
I like this
One more time, say it for me one more time, baby, come on now
Ha ha, hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers try to have your cake and eat it too
This is the remix, let's bounce

[Chorus: Janet Jackson & Carly Simon, P. Diddy]
I betcha think this song is about you
(Who you talkin' 'bout)
I betcha think this song is about you
(Who you talkin' 'bout)
I betcha think this song is about you (Yeah yeah)
(Yeah, who you talkin' 'bout)
I betcha think this song is about you
Don't you
(Who you talkin' 'bout)
I betcha think this song is about you
(I like this right here, come on)
I betcha think this song is about you
(Come on, put your hands in the air)
I betcha think this song is about you (Yeah yeah)
(Yeah, who you talkin' 'bout)
I betcha think this song is about you
Don't you
(Who you talkin' 'bout)
Don't you
Don't you
(Who you talkin' 'bout)

[Outro: P. Diddy]
Bad Boy, baby
This is how I like it right here
And we gonna break it down for you right here
And she won't stop, JJ, come on
JJ, I see your head is rockin'
Ayo, yo, hold up, come on now (And she won't stop)
Hold up, hold up ('Cause she can't stop)
Hold up, hold up, stop, don't fade it, don't fade it
Don't fade it yet, man
Turn the music back — come on, turn the music back up
(I like this right here)
What we gonna do right now
We're gonna dedicate the rest of this portion for the dancers
This is called the super extended mix, check this out
(Hitmen, baby) You know, I wanna take it back to when people wasn't afraid to let a record play for ten minutes
I'ma take it back to when, you know, when Janet was Penny
Ayo, let's go to the bridge, come on, let's go, y'all (Shake that ass, come on)
I like this, uh (Shake that ass, come on)
(Shake that ass, come on) Keep bouncin' now (Yeah, uh, just bounce)
Don't stop, oh yeah, come on
I like the way it's going down (Hitmen, baby)
Don't turn me down
Don't fade me
Keep me rockin', let's go
Just, bounce, strictly for the dancers
Ooh, you do the Electric Slide like a motherfucker on this, uh, ah, yeah
Let's bounce, come on
Big shout out to, big shout out to Devyne in the house
Russell Rush, P. Diddy, Bad Boy, Virgin Records, holla
Russell Rush — you remember when Russell made that record?
Oh, let's go, come on
Ah, yeah, ah, yeah, ah, yeah
This is strictly for the dancers
This version'll probably never make it
And I know I have a personal copy in my CD player
Big shout out to Nisan, Dante, Rio, Hitmen, baby
And we won't stop, uh-uh
Can't, oh, oh, this so funky, it's so, oh
Why you be so mean? Come on
Let's go, woo
Nah, don't fade me down yet, oh, check it
My feet hurt from dancin', but I ain't gon' stop, oh
Just bounce
What you talkin' 'bout?
Ooh
Another Visa, another set of keys
We did this last week, Ma, don't get amnesia