She was a one-hit wonder, but she sure as fuck made her one count.

All glocks down
Arriving is the bulletproof lyricist
Ah, rude boy, big up! - now here dis
I'm classic like a coca-cola
Why don'tcha rolla L and make it spiffy
Are the L's twisty? Oh yes let's get lifty
Long live the rugged female Heather B
So all you gun-waving niggas put down ya glocks, please
No need for playing the hard anymore
The bulletproof lyricist is knockin' atcha door
So open up and let me in let's get nasty if ya wanta
I'll freak that butt like a film by heather hunta
Touch you cut you i might just bust you
Bust your shit mc turned trick
East coast kid - that's how i swing
Bounce to Brooklyn
No need to question what I've partooken
Just know Heather B's back in town - there's no question
ALL GLOCKS DOWN

Glocks down
Hit'em with that funky sound'
I can break it down like whateva you want
Glocks down
Hit'em with that funky sound
I can break it down like whatever you want

Walkin' with my middle finger up
Brown Timbs steppin' through
Comin' soon to a corner spot near you
It's the sidewalkin' rap talkin' hip-hop sister
No need to tryyyyy me mista
You got rhymes?
Go for it
We need no chorus
Freestyles coming from da door
Now who's testin' the untestable?
Styles flexible you're gonna have to bounce 12 rounds
TKO by the 3rd
Fuck what you heard!
I didn't feel like playin' around
Cause you's part time with a part rhyme
Committin' no crimes and claimin' to be hard on the block
So feel me funk, my beat, my vibe
Recognize that I'm live all live
You know the time kid
Just raise up rise up open ya eyes
Already got you sized so wise up bitch
An L to the neck a double deuce of becks
And now my minds set I'll be rowdy to the death
Do us part one love rock crew right here in heart
No need to play me son
You'll get did, done, turn in all gats all guns
I'm leavin' shorty with her hair undone
And then you'll know Heather B's back in town
So no question
ALL GLOCKS DOWN

Glocks down
Hit'em with that funky sound
I can break it down like whateva you want!
Glocks down
Hit'em with that funky sound
I can break it down like whateva you want!

I got my peeps to my left and to my right
Can't wait until tonight when real niggas turn trife
I love the orange light from the Dutch master tip
My whole crew spent a half a hunned - gone, spent
Chocolate thai - true dat, yo who him?
Who dat? Snatchin' up the L like a sniper?
Son you will surely miss the next cipher
If ya ever try to hog up the L again
First son to dig in last one to kick in
Now I hear ya riffin' while I'm countin ya tokes
The henloke burns my throat from no chaser
I'm feelin' vibes on my hip from the black pager
Blowin' up for the nine-four for the nine-five
For the nine square either way say word word
Heather B is in there to the most high
Most def no quest
ALL GLOCKS DOWN

if you're gonna list her, then i'm gonna go totally indulgent and list this:

Do it Like A Robot

I made a wish on Aladdin an imaginary menagerie in Manhattan
filled with robots dancin like Michael Jacksons or Janet Jacksons-- Control
Ms. Princess that's me, Ms. Princess Fuck you if you nasty
Need 411 son just ask me, I'm everywhere you wanna be
Ring the Bell like Atlantic hard wired round the world I make the crowd get frantic
Let me be candid, I'm pedantic, you might not understand it
I attack but play like Mamet bzz dammit watch your back my brains are damaged
Bionic lady call me Jaime me and Million buck man we gonna save Slim Shady
I'm Crazy my genetic code programmed for robot mode computer human antidote
MP3 LCD's in my BVD's G3 key snot I sneeze
You forgot--Please I remember every number
Buy 1 thousand condoms at Price Club I'm a member

Go baby go baby what! Go baby go baby what! Just do it like a robot

Transmission nifty, shift your stick in position in a jiffy
Pop! You missed me, Popcorn maker in my pussy
Like Debussy I kick minuets kicked cigarettes now I make bigger bets than figureheads
Get down on bigger beds than chickenheads what I said, Head my letterhead
ACDC I'm a metalhead, No strobelight ho but sick in silhouettes
Trained like a track get back exact MIT Lab I'm back
Damn this baby's stacked you want cash I'm Nasdaq
You like that give the pin I'm MAC
I crashed
Mathematical, unflappable never take grammatical sabbaticals
Advance on mechanicals unstoppable I'm topical
Invent new robot shit like butt mixed with popsicle -What?
It's the Babygotbackical
Are you on crack at all? Nah I'm clean squeaky on Ajax
Scratch that I'm on magnets
Doo doo doo do inspect my gadgets

Go baby go baby what! Go baby go baby what! Just do it like a robot

In my stomach, I got a blender, drink lemonade, bend for Bender whims like Wender
You remember the soda vendor you kicked? Get you in December
Data and matter I'm madder than a hatter I gather
Spin letters much faster than Vanna, bananas
Cut tongues like Mick Jagger when I dabble in anger
C'mon gives me kicks I'm a steel chick
Plastic metal unreal chick/I dig
Numbers and engines sprockets and chrome Benzes
Rhodedendrums shear em with x-ray lenses
Senses/don't have em don't want em-fool
Senseless/ don't argue I am programmed to beat you
Teach you a thing or two
About the 20th Century and the 21-
January 1 be the same shit as December 31
And I'm not the one to put the damper
Go party, drink 40's pee your pants with the Pamper
Clothes in the hamper, dried sticky throw-up mouth sore with the canker
By the power of Grayskull I'm the Master of the Universe
I am money, take this bitch to the banker, I am money, take this bitch to the banker

Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot damn
Hot damn! hot damn hoe, here we go again
Suckers steal a beat when you know they can’t win
You stole the beat, are you havin fun?
Now me and the aud’s gonna show you how it’s done
You are what I label as a, nerve plucker
You’re pluckin my nerves you MC sucka
I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn
That I am like a stock and my word is bond
Like James, killin everybody in sight
The code’s three-six, the name is Lyte
After this jaaaam I really don’t give a damn
Cause I’ma run and tell your whole damn clan
That you’re a

Beat biter! dope style taker!
Tell you to your face you ain’t nuttin but a faker!
(repeat 2x)

Hit me why don’tcha, hit me why don’tcha?
Milk’s bodyguard, is my bodyguard too
You wanna get hurt well this is what you do
You put your left foot up and then your right foot next
Follow instructions, don’t lose the context
Thirty days a month your mood is rude
We know the cause of your bloody attitude

Beat biter! dope style taker!
Tell you to your face you ain’t nuttin but a faker!
(repeat 2x)

Your style is smooth, even for a cheatin mic
You shoulda won a prize as a Rakim sound-alike
Here’s a milkbone, a sign of recognition
Don’t turn away, I think you should listen close
Don’t boast, you said you wasn’t braggin
You fuckin liar, you’re chasin a chuckwagon
The only way you learn you have to be taught
That if a beat is not for sale then it can’t be bought
When you leave the mic, you claim it’s smokin
Unlike Rakim, you are a joke
And I think you oughta stop, before you gets in too deep
Cause with a sister like Lyte, yo I don’t sleep

Beat biter! dope style taker!
Tell you to your face you ain’t nuttin but a faker!
(repeat 2x)

When I’m in a jam, with my homegirl Jill
My cousin Trey across the room with a posse to kill
So I step in the middle, shake it just a little
Wait for some female to step up and pop junk
Give my cousin a cue, treat the girl like a punk
Now I’m not tryin to say that I’m into static
But yo if you cause it, yup, we gotta have it
Cause I ain’t goin out like a sucker no way
So I sit around the way for you to make my day
We can go for the hands, better yet for the words
Cause you’ll be ignored, and at the same time, I’ll be heard
Throughout the city, the town and the country
The beat is funky, my rhyme is spunky
There is no delayin in the rhyme I’m sayin
Neither are the flaws of what my dj is playin
So sit back jack, and listen to this
It’s 10% dis..
Cause I’m just about ready to fly this fist
Against your lips!
But I’ll wait for the day or night that you approach
And i’ma serve then burn ya like a piece of, toast!
Pop you in the microwave to watch your head bubble
Your skin just crumble, a battle’s no trouble
Get my homegirls Dohni and Kiki to get stupid
This thing called hip-hop, Lyte is rulin it
I hate to laugh in your face, but you’re funny
Your beat, your rhymin, your timin, all crummy
On the topic of rappin, I should write a pamphlet
Better yet a booklet..
Your rap is weak homegirl
And it’s definitely crooked!
Others write your rhymes, while I write my own
I don’t create a character, when I’m on the microphone
I am myself, no games to be played
No script to be written, no scene to be made
I am the director, as far as you are concerned
You don’t believe me, then you’ll have to learn
This ain’t as hard as mc lyte can get
And matter of fact, you ain’t seen nothin yet!
So never let me step into a party hardy
Talk to some people and then hear from somebody
’you wanna battle? ’ cause you know where I am
You don’t wanna come in the 90’s and see me at a jam
When a, mic is handy, ten feet away
I stretch my arm like elastic, hand like a magnetic
Set assure, you know I don’t play
When it comes down to it, the nitty gritty
For a sucker like you I feel a whole lot of pity

Beat biter! dope style taker!
Tell you to your face you ain’t nuttin but a faker!
(repeat 2x)

MC Lyte right here with Cold Rock a Party. That was the shit in '96!!

To the L, to the Y and the T to the E
So get ready cause I want everybody to say this with me
Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house
Chorus:
Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood
Verse One:
Would you stop scheming and trying to look hard
I get my bodyguard, You get that booty scarred, I'm a veteran
which means that I've been in the game too long
Since the days of Paper Thin way back when I've been putting it
down ask your homies who's the baddest bitch on this side of
the M I C, I go for broke, Never giving it less than the best
Lots of years in the game at your request, You like the rhyme
Bite if you dare, I get the paper so I don't care, Fly that's me
The epitomy of what a real MC is supposed to be, Fucking you up
everytime that I drop, Fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot
I guide the best and I ride it well and if you take a look
it ain't hard to tell that I
Chorus (repeat)
Back off me and let my skin breathe, Lyte is everlasting
it's hard to believe I shall prevail cause I'm next to none
Cause I'm claiming no set, Don't plan to get down
Just Brooklyn is where I'm from but I'm resting in Studio City
for the fun, if you don't understand just say you don't (nah!)
and don't wait for me to explain cause I won't
You see it's in my nature to be the best, West to East
See East to West, ready or not I have arrived and I'm live
Showing an MC how to survive. Cause it's crazy how I
get you captured with my tactics, I got many witnesses
that can back this ruffnecks from New York to LA
Been down with me since Poor George
It's '96 -- it's all about show and prove and I'm about to
make the ill type moves, I guide the best and ride it well
and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I
Chorus (repeat)
Get out my shit, Please let me be, I don't see why -- you KGB
Why you gotta be all up on me like that, Trying to get over
like a fat rat, but I understand -- I'm a woman in the land of hip-hop
And the shit don't stop, it goes on, on, on, on
You see the shit don't stop till the break of dawn
And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver, chillin with
a pina colada, kidada hooked me up with Tommy now I gotta
lot of gear from everywhere that I'd like to share (yeah right!)
But I'd rather do Kani, Don't ask why! 5001, my son gets shit done
All on the catwalk, What they've ever done for you
You betta get down with your real crew, Cause I ride the beat
and I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I
Chorus (repeat)
To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E
Rock the house and rock the house

Here's one.....Queen Latifah Wrath of my madness 1988 her 1st joint ever!!!!!





My mellow Latee was kicking flavor
The R.E. posse said Yo Latifah we can do this
So I paused in the thought and in my brillance I caught
And I agreed because I already knew this
Now you should want to flex, cause I'm in full effect
Queen Latifah is five-oh on this set
You've been begging and dying for somebody's rhyming to set you free
For God so loved the world he gave to me
I'm coolin teaching those needing schoolin
The mic, this mic in my hand, I'm rulin
So prepare your mind for my lifeline
And meet the new Queen of Royal Badness
Latifah has the spirit so head for the water
And dive into the wrath of my madness
(Latifah: rasta chorus)
Cost of living getting higher cause them to rhyme our way
Queen Latifah getting higher cause her to rhyme our way
Some MC's have gold and Arrogant vein
And using each other to compete with
Their subjects I pity because their rhymes are not witty like mine
To write a rhyme so delicious you can eat it
There are those who like my taste, but don't consider biting
There's penalties for those who don't do writing, just be reciting
Everyone else's word that took a lot of thinking
It's not my fault your thoughts are shrinking
while mine are growing, yes you know like all the woman inside of me
Despite what you do or say, and even in spite of me
Brothers, catch my eye with little hijinks like eye winks
Dying to have a lover of my likeness
So release all your shyness, call me Your highness
And dare to feel the wrath of my madness
(Latifah: rasta chorus)
Cost of living getting higher cause them to rhyme our way
Queen Latifah getting higher cause her to rhyme our way
Word of mouth is always everlasting
And everlasting are the words that I bring
The ruler of the ring is Lord Ramsey
And music is made by Mark the 45 King
You tremble for my treble, you're begging for the bass
The voice is too vicious, the same as the pace
The crowds, they love me, they give only hugs
The shrinked-to-fit buttonflies fit quite snug
As a bug, you know why? Because I'm bugging
Of the beats that DJ Mark is loving
So plex on the sounds that I'm pumping
I'm jumping with the energy to turn your mind to gladness
Come on, just get into it, don't lie and say you've been through it
Feel the wrath of my madness
(More rasta singing)
I scene is mine cause I took it
I took it for the money and I took it for the fun
Don't step up in my face, you don't want to feel the taste
Don't try and play me out, cause I am not the one
Brothers on my brastrap, sisters clocking my sound, why?
Because they wanna be down with the
Queen L-A-T-I-F-A-H in command
I supply the concept for you to understand
For those who want to bite, don't make me have to fuss
The only thing you get is the gluteous maximus
Suckers on the tip, you're loving me, you're leaving me
You wish that one day you could have this
Come on, you know the time, just be thankful for the rhyme
And get up on the wrath of my madness
(Extended ragga outro)

My favorite hip-hop female record is Queen Pen's "A Party Ain't a Party" (Remix). It samples Earth, Wind & Fire's, "On Your Face" which is the main reason I like it.

As for dope lyrics - I like Lauryn Hill's "Lost Ones".

ladygirl99 said:

Big co-sign. "Eyes on This" is probably my favorite album from her.

darkstranger521 said:

I love that song, but what about "If Headz Only Knew"?

Queen Latifah's "U.N.I.T.Y." and Monie Love's "Grandpa's Party" are my favorites.