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Description
Vocalist, Producer, Mixing Engineer: Eminem
Additionalproducer, Composer Lyricist: Luis Resto
Composer Lyricist, Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Steve King
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer: Tony Campana
Recording Engineer: Mike Strange
Recording Engineer: Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Recording Second Engineer: Michael Sroka
Composer Lyricist: Marshall Mathers
Composer Lyricist: Curtis Jackson
Composer Lyricist: Obie Trice
Composer Lyricist: Stanley Benton
Composer Lyricist: Gary Wright
Lyrics and translation
Original
. . . If there's any bitches in this room, then there's something I gotta say!
For all the fools who fell for the first girl who comes their way.
I've been down that road and now I'm back, sitting on square one, trying to pick myself up -where I started from.
-I never would've thought that I'd see you out of control, even though my penis was deep down in your hole.
You should know between us we was like mates of soul.
Nothing could intervene us, especially no hoes.
You was more so the Shalom type I chose to more shows, haunted you nights I suppose. That's how it go, when time spent, emotion grows.
In the beginning, friends, we decided to roll. So who's responsible when you get excited, explode?
And always grinning, then you invite that obese cold.
But bitches, they gon' talk, niggas, they gon' hate. We established this way before we became mates.
So what's required is that you chill with all that fire, get your desire when I retire.
Spend some time with me. . .
I never thought I'd find someone to be mine.
Lord knows I was right, 'cause you just crossed the line.
-Spend some time with me. . .
-I used to say I never met a girl like you before. Still ain't got a fucking clue as to who you truly are.
Almost went as far as introducing you to my daughters, 'til you went as far as going and snooping through my drawers.
Now I just feel stupid for the loop that you threw me for. Can't believe I almost flew the coop for some stupid whore.
You used to say all you wanted was for me to be yours.
All I ever wanted from you was a few booty calls. If you recall, I used to treat you like a groupie broad.
When we fucked, I refused to even take my jewelry off.
But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off.
It was a shock, it struck me as odd, but it turned me on. You started getting moody on me, pretty soon we'd argue.
And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me. And who'd have even knew that?
Who would have even thought possibly Cupid could shoot another one of them goddamn darts at me?
It's true that I got shot in the heart, but when someone seems too good to be true, they usually are.
But see, when you're in it, it's too hard to see 'til you pull up and see some other dude's car parked and reach up under the seat as your heart starts to beat.
Before you make a decision that's life-altering, and just as you halt and you turn and you start to leave, you hearing words echoing, almost haunting, that taunting ring.
Spend some time with me. . .
I never thought I'd find someone to be mine.
Lord knows I was right, 'cause you just crossed the line.
-Spend some time with me. . . -Yeah, right, bitch.
Spend some time on my dick. In most cases, Stat's attitude is "fuck a bitch.
" My only motive is to get head and fuck a bitch.
But you was different, thought we shared a covenant, even held your hand in public. We suffering because of this.
Shorty on some whole 'nother other shit, trying to play slick, thinking I'm a trick off rip.
I'll admit, I was caught in the mix, down to commit.
Feeding you the best of me, I should have fed you pits.
We started off closer than close, but who could have predicted to know your trifling ways would have stopped our growth?
And the final result, back in that same boat. I ask myself, "Do I love these hoes? " Nope!
Em introduced us. "50, this is Tanya. Tanya, this is 50.
" Then slid off and left her to kick it with me. I complimented her. I said, "You have very nice lips. "
With my imagination, I could see her sucking my dick. We played the phone game.
A week later, shit changed fast. Had her coming over in a cab to give me some ass.
Downtown Manhattan on the balcony, stare at the skyline.
Penthouse full of imported shit, you know how I grind. She got to talking, talking like an opportunist too.
Why talk when sucking my dick is the real career move?
Says she's an inspiring actress, she do videos for practice.
Yeah, yeah, now how many times I done heard that shit?
Spend some time with me. . .
I never thought I'd find someone to be mine.
Lord knows I was right, 'cause you just crossed the line.
Spend some time with me. . .