Song Lyrics

Oh it's the remix
(Check it)
Check it, yeah muthafuckas
What we about to do right about now, hey
We gonna get kinda funky
I am the Puff Daddy
And I'm rolling with my man Biggie Smalls
Mary J. Blige and K-Ci from Jodeci
And we about to do something new
We about to
Check it, say what, say what?

Ayo yo, what's the 411, hun?
(What's the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on)
Ayo yo, what's the 411, hun?
(What's the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on) (I'm a bad boy)

As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
Mariah Carey's, kinda scary
Wait a minute what about my honey Mary?
The jeans they fittin like a glove
I had a crush on you since Real Love
Hold your horses
I'ma show ya who the boss of intercourse is
Sex, I'm takin' no losses
Even groups like SWV and TLC
Can't see B-I-G with telepathy
The recipe, a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's always fun (it ain't easy baby)
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 411 hun?

Ayo yo, what's the 411, hun?
(What's the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on)
Ayo yo, what's the 411, hun?
(What's the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on) (ay Mary kick that shit)

Yeah nigga, what makes you better than the next nigga?
Seen you last week and your black ass couldn't speak
You try to play like Mr. All-of-that
But now you wanna come to me with some chit-chat
I don't have no time for no "wham-bam thank you mam"
Gas me up, get me drunk and hit, then you scram
The same old shit you pulled last week on Pam
I'm not having it, no I'm not having it
You gotta do a lot more and that's just how it be
I'm Mary Blige and you just ain't runnin' up in me
I need a man who's lookin' out with some security
So come correct with some respect, and then we'll see
So if you with it, the drop the seven digits
And I might just give you a call
If you ain't with it, then don't waste you time at all
Biggie Smalls, and you don't stop (c'mon K-Ci)

All my love is all I have
(Yeah something to funk to)
And my dreams are very special
(I like the way it's going down)
All my life I've looked for you
(Ooh shit)
And today your dreams come true
(Yeah man, c'mon)
You need me and I need you
(Yeah I need you)
Love and us is kinda special
(Yeah let's keep it going now)
Things you seem to do divine
(Do it to me, do it to me)
This is ours to combine
(Oh keep it going)
I know our love was meant to be
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Love is life and life is living
(Yeah, come on, I like it)

Ahh, yeah I like it
Yeah, I like it
But the check this muthafucka
That was, What's The 411?
The '94 is here
We gon' have something new for y'all asses on this next album, man
Yeah, we gon' have something new for your asses
We going to keep it funky
Yeah, it's a Bad Boy thing
Tumblin' Dice, my man Rash' on the remix tip
Uh, yeah, big shouts to the Uptown Crew
Ugh
To all the people across the nation
Funk Nation that is
That supported the album
My man Busta Rhymes
My man Grand Puba, check it
Ugh, yeah, Hit Dre in the house
My man Buttnaked Tim Dawg, ugh, check it Jodeci
Ugh, rock, rock on, yeah Dave Hall, yeah

Andrew Noland, Gregory Allen Webster, Leroy Bonner, Lisa Peters, Marshall Eugene Jones, Marvin R Pierce, Norman Bruce Napier, Ralph Middlebrooks, Tony Mario Dofat, Walter Junie Morrison, William Jeffery