Artist: EPMD Album: We Mean Business Song: Jane * Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash * technically the 7th "Jane" song following "Jane 6" in 1999 [Erick Sermon] Hangin out one Sunday night, up at Grand Yes, me and my man (P) plus the fam Walked in like we owned the joint, packin the joint Sound bangin, Supreme DJ on point [Parrish Smith] Straight to the V.I.P. (yo P) Yo E, what'chu thinkin? (Hennessy, what you drinkin?) Goose [Erick Sermon] We can ball like people with riches do What? I don't like champagne, but bitches do [Parrish Smith] 10 minutes later, females walkin up To the velvet rope (LET ME CLEAR MY THROAT!) [Erick Sermon] Six come in, one in particular Had a devilish grin (shorty what's your name?) Jen But she's bad as hell, smell ridiculous Back of my mind, I'm thinkin 'bout hittin this [Parrish Smith] Yo, haircut, like Keyshia Cole Body like a stripper she belonged on a pole [Erick Sermon] Uh-huh, she sat down right between P and I Like "HI!" Real moist, I know that voice P tell me (oh no, it couldn't be) (The J to the A to the N to the E) Open your cell phone up so I can see Yup that's she (up in N-Y-C) A Joe Budden "Jump Off," I head towards the bathroom (Yo E this way) Good brains, smartest one in the classroom [Parrish Smith] A gold digger, she eats niggaz like fast food A Wu-Tang chick, she knows that "Cash Rules" [Erick Sermon] Play me? I'm a G A pimp like Bishop Don Juan, junk king of bonds [Parrish Smith] PMD, that's that bullshit I'm on Never get played, no arcade, no games No dames, P learnt his lesson from Jane What'chu see is not what you get that's why I stay in my lane Cause the box'll have you hemmed up, goin insane On some kiss kiss shit like Chris and T-Pain [Erick Sermon] So off we go, let the trumpets blow And beware, from the J to the A, she's a hoe