[N-Tyce]
When it comes to a secret, maybe, if you down
I got a man, yet I`m known to sneak around
Huh, I just can`t help but mingle
If a cutie steps up, a think the fuck and say I`m single
I`m down wit runnin` games, I know it`s a shame
But when I kiss, I never give `em my real name
I`m not a hooker, but I`m the good looker
Known to flirt, lookin` good in a tight skirt
Now I`m back to my man, and help these begin
And know how I`m sorta messin` wit his best friend
We were first introduced at a party
Okay, I admit that I was naughty lookin` at his body
Prime example of a typical chipmunk
My booties kinda thick so you know I`m pullin` niggas quick
Look but don`t touch, no need to rush
We can get together if you kept it on the hush hush
[Chorus: N-Tyce (Method Man)]
I won`t tell if you won`t tell
Nowadays you gotta keep it on the hush hush tip
(I won`t tell if you won`t tell
Nowadays you gotta keep it on the hush hush)
[N-Tyce]
If he doesn`t know, how can it hurt?
My mans should of known from the jump, that I`m a chick, no nut work
Why do you think I got the name N-Tyce?
Why do you think all the fellas be lookin` twice?
I am what I am and that`s a fly chick
People compare me to Rick because I`m so slick
Now check it out, I was coolin` wit my girlfriends
Walkin` by mad guys, gettin` more whistles than a whirlwind
Yeah, that`s what we was hearin`
Walk a little closer, baby, as we were starin`
At this one and that one, I spotted this fly kid
It was my mans best friend starin` weak in his eye lid
Yo, I must admit that I was shocked
I mean, my man`s best friend sneakin` up on my jock?
Could I get caught? I think my chances were slim
I mean, yo, what`s my man got to do with him? Heh
[Chorus]
[instrumental break]
[N-Tyce]
No rings on my finger, so I`m cheatin`
Coolin` wit my man`s best friend, now, trick
A freak can do wit a thought, that ya best friend would sneak
Behind ya back, every week wit ya girl in his sack
I`m not dumb, I knew that was the plan of my man
To test me, to see if I would kick it wit his friend
But, um, I`m a tough act to follow
When it comes to runnin` games, call me Chicago
Matter fact, there ain`t a brother that can hang
Didn`t, now ya know, that N-Tyce is my name
You try to play me like a Genesis
Now it`s time for me to step off, I gotta put an end to this
I can have my cake and eat it too
But, you both get the boot, huh, lookin` for someone new
You got played, now you want me to keep it on the hush hush?
Another bites the dust
[Chorus]
[Outro: Method Man (N-Tyce)]
Shh, Method dog, we out, Tical
(Sneakin` behind his back, sneakin` behind his back, uh
Sneakin` behind his back, sneakin` behind his back)
