Lyrics:

Smile in your face!
Yeah!
Back Stabbers!

(Intro/chorus)
They smile in your face
All the time they wanna take your place
The back stabbers!(Back stabbers)

(Verse 1: lil kim aka big momma)
The Buda got my brain seein my own my blood stains
Dental records checkin' my remains, it's hard to explain
First I see 'em then I don't, they disappear
First she tried to slit my throat, now she ain't there
I'm seein bitches in the mirrors behind me
But when I turn around, they hard to find
See a little bit of weed and a little bit of greed
Make a bitch wanna choke me till I bleed
Now watch a bitch breathe from dum-dums
That some young bum had to bust just for wreck
Earn some self-respect, now should I tote a fo' pound
'Cause a clown wants my autograph
Broken off that hash I think he wants my cash
The Lexus and rings, give a sex simple and plain
But these bitches is mad an' they niggas is bad
So they scheme on a CREAM, you know
Fuck the hos, bitches is detrimental, the guns is essential

(Verse 2: lil kim)
I'm having re-occurring dreams-bitches they want my CREAM
They wanna be lieutenant so it seems, I can't sleep
I see an image that keeps movin round and round my bed
The shadow stops, points a Glock to my fuckin' head
I grab my pillow, crack the back window
Pull out the tre-8, bust three times at the gate
LORD have mercy!The devil tryin' to curse me
I keeps seeing shit that wasn't there in the first
See bitches be livin' mad fad-they fuck my man
Steal out my crib, then come an' try an' shake my hand
Yeah man, breakin you down one time
I packs that shit for your ass, Chronic for your mind
I keeps it real on all you bitches, I wish you keep your mind
Off my motherfuckin riches
Bitches, I'm tired of all you hos beggin me for clothes
Bank rolls is all I knows, that shit is dead chicken-head!

(Verse 3: lil kim)
The morning's finally here, damn!What should I wear?
Time to get dressed and do my hair, once again it's on
Somebody's knockin' at my door, but when I walk across the floor
Just ope' it up, the motherfucker's gone
I'm hearing voices in the back of my mind
Better grab my 2,'cause this fool might get outta line
I guess it's time to test this bullet-proof dress
From putting holes up in my chest
I'm lookin' through the peep-hole to recognise the face
I see three bitches and still I got to play it safe
I hope my dress come in handy, but when I open the door
Three little girls selling candy, ya see bitches is jealous
Of Little Kim because my click is thicker than the rest of them
All I wanna do is be rich and stay that bitch
Clock dough on the law, y'know?

(Chorus to fade)