| Song | Girl's Best Friend |
| Artist | Jay-Z |
| Album | Blue Streak - The Album |
| Jigga man, Swizz Beats | |
| History in the making, part three | |
| Lights out ladies! | |
| [Chorus：2x] | |
| C'mon here baby, you drive me crazy (to all my baby thugs) | |
| Don't want nobody but you my baby (and all my ladies sing) | |
| Hold me tight and call me your lady (say it louder) | |
| Let me scream your name | |
| [Jay-Z] | |
| I took ya outta Jacob's in clusters | |
| Busters they wanted to rush us | |
| Love the way you sparkle when the sun touch ya | |
| When you blush you turn blue if your grade is right | |
| You can light up the whole room, turning day from night | |
| When the summertime is in and the tops are down | |
| With you around my neck we lock the whole block down (that's right) | |
| It took shortsleeves and loungin' to understand | |
| The reason they call you ice, everybody freeze | |
| Ain't a pendant in the sun who can shine like you | |
| And that platinum in the charm who can blind like you | |
| The direct reason why niggas do they crimes they do | |
| I used to snatch the necklace right off them reckless fools | |
| Guess I was jealous that they was so next to you | |
| So I devoted half my time to invest in you | |
| The other half was spent on protecting you | |
| Cause you belong to me, now sing ya song for me | |
| C'mon | |
| [Chorus 2x] | |
| [Jay-Z] | |
| I'm often with you so they wonder bout the juice I got | |
| I took you from the projects and an abusive pops | |
| From the bottom to the top | |
| The skateboard to the drop | |
| From the nada to the Prada | |
| I got ya like I got ya | |
| From the first time I put you round my neck and locked ya | |
| It was then I knew everywhere I went you'd follow | |
| Soon I spent every dolla you became my habit | |
| other brothers vice was smoke, mines was carats | |
| The more checks I got the more I laced my crew | |
| The rocks got bigger, watch face got blue | |
| Tricked a little bit, shit I lace my Boo | |
| Fuck it, my mistress I laced her too | |
| Cop my jewels twice, like deja vu | |
| If they ever met in the mall, it's ova ya'll | |
| Just the way I do, and either way you win | |
| I mean the thugs love ya when your girl's best friend | |
| [Chorus 2x] | |
| [Jay-Z] | |
| And the wedding band you love | |
| In the gold chain you thug | |
| Sometimes you given just because | |
| And the tennis bracelet means they want relations | |
| Know that they wanna fuck the only reason they give you up | |
| In the hands of goldiggas you never enough | |
| Rings, things, just never enough | |
| With me and you together gon shine to the end | |
| I mean the thugs love ya but ya girls best friend | |
| [Chorus til end] |
| Jigga man, Swizz Beats | |
| History in the making, part three | |
| Lights out ladies! | |
| Chorus: 2x | |
| C' mon here baby, you drive me crazy to all my baby thugs | |
| Don' t want nobody but you my baby and all my ladies sing | |
| Hold me tight and call me your lady say it louder | |
| Let me scream your name | |
| JayZ | |
| I took ya outta Jacob' s in clusters | |
| Busters they wanted to rush us | |
| Love the way you sparkle when the sun touch ya | |
| When you blush you turn blue if your grade is right | |
| You can light up the whole room, turning day from night | |
| When the summertime is in and the tops are down | |
| With you around my neck we lock the whole block down that' s right | |
| It took shortsleeves and loungin' to understand | |
| The reason they call you ice, everybody freeze | |
| Ain' t a pendant in the sun who can shine like you | |
| And that platinum in the charm who can blind like you | |
| The direct reason why niggas do they crimes they do | |
| I used to snatch the necklace right off them reckless fools | |
| Guess I was jealous that they was so next to you | |
| So I devoted half my time to invest in you | |
| The other half was spent on protecting you | |
| Cause you belong to me, now sing ya song for me | |
| C' mon | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| JayZ | |
| I' m often with you so they wonder bout the juice I got | |
| I took you from the projects and an abusive pops | |
| From the bottom to the top | |
| The skateboard to the drop | |
| From the nada to the Prada | |
| I got ya like I got ya | |
| From the first time I put you round my neck and locked ya | |
| It was then I knew everywhere I went you' d follow | |
| Soon I spent every dolla you became my habit | |
| other brothers vice was smoke, mines was carats | |
| The more checks I got the more I laced my crew | |
| The rocks got bigger, watch face got blue | |
| Tricked a little bit, shit I lace my Boo | |
| Fuck it, my mistress I laced her too | |
| Cop my jewels twice, like deja vu | |
| If they ever met in the mall, it' s ova ya' ll | |
| Just the way I do, and either way you win | |
| I mean the thugs love ya when your girl' s best friend | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| JayZ | |
| And the wedding band you love | |
| In the gold chain you thug | |
| Sometimes you given just because | |
| And the tennis bracelet means they want relations | |
| Know that they wanna fuck the only reason they give you up | |
| In the hands of goldiggas you never enough | |
| Rings, things, just never enough | |
| With me and you together gon shine to the end | |
| I mean the thugs love ya but ya girls best friend | |
| Chorus til end |