Shorty Gotta Fat Ass Fat Joe

[Intro]
Shorty gotta future behind her

[Verse 1]
Well, it's Friday night, I'm in a club with a crew just maxing
Cuties and booties and yo I'm ready for action
'Cause Fat Joe doesn't go to clubs for his health
It's too many skins, so every man for himself
I got me a Sex on the Beach from the bar
I know this girl was looking at me from afar
Plus she with a crew, they all got it going on
She came over and asked me if my name was John
I said, "Yeah, John Doe, so what's it to you?"
She said "Sorry, yo, I just thought I knew you"
She walked away dissed because I had dropped the bomb
I felt bad so I reached out and snatched her arm
I pulled her back, gave her my apologies
She accepts it, but now she starts to follow me
Watching where I'm going, seeing who I know
Once she saw the Gucci, she said, "Oh, that's Fat Joe"
I could hear the conversation, Shorty was digging me
No way she was igging me, ayo, she was big on me
Throughout the night she remained in my eyesight
My man, Black Caese was telling me "Yo she's fly, right?"
No that the jam is over there's no need to front
'Cause she's leaving out the club and I'm right behind her
Now we in the deli buck naked, catching wreck at last
'Cause shorty gotta fat ass