[Intro: Johnny "Guitar Watson" sample]
Darling...
You know, you give a man a reason for living
Not to mention... you take my paycheck
Now, baby... but, I give it to you because I love you
You know, because of the things that I feel so proud about
The things that you do, you know... like...
Running my car into the telephone post...
But I still love you, baby – I didn't get mad, did I?
Y-y-you 'member, you remember when...
W-w-when I told you to take my clothes to the cleaners
And on the way out, my very best pinstripe caught a nail?
I didn't get mad
I was proud, because you thought, enough of your man to be in such a hurry
It made me feel grand, yes it did
Ohh, I need you... I just need you

[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
Uh! You know I was your bread, your butter
And I ain't talkin' 'bout that bread I fucked up on you
'Cause in my head, man – I swore I lucked up
Wasn't countin' all the butter I spreaded on you
So true, now why would I play you? Bitch, I made you
I'm not talkin' 'bout the things that I gave you
Clothes wit' the labels, I brought you 'round Hov and the label
Spring water, but holdin' your age cool
And I ain't tryin to degrade you
But you was a lost little girl in you're world – boo, I saved you
Ya pop owe me a favor, I basically raised you
From squadda to Bentley-whippin'
Ain't have to watch Cribs to see how I was livin'
Me, so blinded ain't see the Robin Givens in you
Huh, shoulda seen the Ginger in you
Tried to off Beans like Rothstein? Go figure
You take my dough, spend wit' the next n***a? You crazy, bitch?!
[Chorus: Beanie Sigel, (Sadat X & Johnny "Guitar" Watson sample together)]
And this was the one I trusted
Who would ever think she would spread like mustard?
Bitch, I was your ("bread and butter!")
Uh-huh, you should'a tucked that ("bread and butter!")
Ya know what?... This shit funny to me
It ain't nothin' but money to me
You lookin' hungry to me
But I was your ("bread and butter!")
Bitch should'a tucked that ("bread and butter!")
("Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm")

[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
You got the whole town laughin' at me, "silly he,"
"Silly ass Sige'", got me feelin' silly like Denise, like
Oh, what could it be in you, I see?
And this young P-Y-T
She got me L-O-V-E T-K-O'd like Teddy P., whatever she say goes
But I'm, ready to "Turn Off The Lights," close the door on my pretty young "mi amor"
Now peep game wit 'em: need - I - more?
Gimme dat "ei - ther, or"
No, Beanie Mac don't play that crap wit these whores
She want me missin' her (in my room) like the O'Jays homes
But I'm on to my zone like O.J. Jones
Bean-o Brown, "Cancel this bitch, I'll buy another one"
It's my world, you lil' squirrel-tryna-get-a-nut bitch
Give you what, bitch?! Lil' smut bitch
Got your name ringin', spreadin' like mustard
And I'm supposed to trust it after he touched it?!
[Chorus 2: Sadat X, (Beanie Sigel), ("Sadat along with sample")]
(I told that ass) "Slow Down" (like Puba)
Now your days are gray like the 4 pound Rug'a
("That bread and butter!")
See, I was your ("bread and butter!")
Heyyy, baby – was getting big
Now you getting thin, you don't care about your wig
'Cause I was your ("bread and butter!")
Should'a tucked that ("bread and butter!")
("Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm")

[Bridge: Johnny "Guitar" Watson sample]
"I'm so proud of you, a-yeah!" "Uh-huh... a-haha"
"I gotta say it loud, yes I do – a-yeah!" ("Yeah... yeah...")
"When ya do" ("do...") "what ya do" ("do...")
"How do ya do what ya do? Ohhh...
Shame on you... I need you! Oh-ho-ho"
"I--" "Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm"

[Verse 3: Grand Puba, Johnny "Guitar" Watson sample]
Yeah... now you know I was your bread and butter
You had a shot to be my baby mother
Ain't no "Sorry," I ain't Ruben Studdard
"I can't apologize, it's multi-platinum time!"
Takin' all my shit and sendin' you back to your moms cryin'
So don't cry, baby – dry ya eyes
You tried to get all greasy like you Super-Sized fries
So, pack ya shit, leave the whip
It's been nice, but listen, ma – I gotta defrost ya ice
That's right
[Chorus 2: Sadat X, (Beanie Sigel), ("Sadat along with sample")]
(I told that ass) "Slow Down" (like Puba)
Now your days are gray like the 4 pound Rug'a
("That bread and butter!")
Ya see, I was your ("bread and butter!")
Heyyy, baby – ya hips was getting big
Now you getting thin, you don't care about your wig
'Cause I was your ("bread and butter!")
Should'a tucked that ("bread and butter!")
("Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm")

[Outro: Johnny "Guitar" Watson samples, chopped]
"Ohhh... Yeah... Ohh...
"Walk that pretty walk"
"Walk that pretty walk"
"Spread" "Whoa-ohh"
"Spread" "Whoa-ohh"
"Walk that pretty walk"
"Walk that pretty walk"
"Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm"