Melissa Arnette Elliott (born July 1, 1971 in Portsmouth, Virginia), bette… Read Full Bio ↴Melissa Arnette Elliott (born July 1, 1971 in Portsmouth, Virginia), better known by her stage name Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott, is an American Grammy Award winning rapper, singer, producer, actress and former member of the R&B group Sista. With sales of over seven million in the United States alone she is the only female rapper to have six albums certified platinum by the RIAA and has worked extensively as a producer for many other artists along with her childhood friend Timbaland. She released her debut album, Supa Dupa Fly in 1997 and has since released 1999's Da Real World, 2001's Miss E… So Addictive, 2002's Under Construction, 2003's This is Not a Test! and 2005's The Cookbook. She has been working on her seventh studio album, Block Party, since 2007.

Elliott is one of the first female hip hop superstars, known for a long series of hits including "The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)", "Hit 'Em Wit Da Hee", "Get Ur Freak On", "One Minute Man", "Work It", and "Lose Control". In addition she has received recognition as one of the most successful songwriters of the modern music era, having crafted a number of hit records for artists such as Aaliyah, 702, Total, Ciara, Nicole Wray and Tweet, often with production-partner and childhood friend Timbaland. She was the third female rapper to ever go Platinum, behind Lil' Kim and Da Brat.

Born in Portsmouth, Virginia, she began her career in the all-girl R&B group, Sista in 1993. Eventually, the band folded and Elliott began her career as a solo rapper. Since the early 1990's, Elliott has won six Grammys, recently scoring one for her video of "Lose Control."

Other releases are 'Teary Eyed' and 'We Run This', and the last of these two songs will be the main single of the new greatest hits album titled 'Respect M.E.: Best Of' featuring 17 tracks from her six albums.

I'm Talkin'
Missy Elliott Lyrics

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Nigga, whats up?
You think you tough, I'm fly shit
Has a bitch, dope as fuck
'Sho nuff I'm guaranteed, no diggities
Fight you like the fucking enemies
You would think there's fucking ten of me
When I'm sending these
Blows, blows, hoes want to roll like hydro

When I suck Timbaland's bone like you (barking in the background)
Fido, I go
Scoop Lil' Kim
Me, she, her, them and him
Gets high in a tunnel
They see my Lexus coming
They hear the bass rumbling
They come quick, they come quick
Like a dick, I make myself sick
I'm so motherfucking bad to the bone
Like my titties are full blown

My style
My style of rapping, my style
I'm such, such, such a good rapper (I'm such, such, such a good rapper)
I give you good and plenty, yeah yeah
My style's the bomb diggy, my style
My style of rappin' (yeah)
Such, such, such a good rapper (I'm such a good rapper)
I give you good and plenty, mm-hmm
My style's the bomb diggy

I'm calling your cards like Sprint
Can't be me, can't see me
I'm low like tint, ladies and gents
Dogs, cats and babies

Whoever but my style
I hope you croak from the rabies (oh-oh oh)
Swayze, maybe I call your name
Ain't that a fucking shame (oh oh)
I'm too high for that
I'm great like the Dane (oh oh oh oh)
Mane on main
If you decide to put your hands (oh oh)
On my fucking light
Like the cigarettes I light
You must burn, you better learn
From the pro
Who rock shows after shows
When it rains, it pours
I hurt like the cold souls
My style polishes like nails and toes
You know, know (my style)

My style of rapping (is such a good)
I'm such, such, such a good rapper (I'm such a good)
I'm such a good rapper
I give you good and plenty (I give)
My styles the bomb diggy (you know my style)
My style of rappin' (I'm such)
I'm such, such, such a good rapper (I'm such a good rapper)
I give you good and plenty (yeah yeah)
My style the bomb diggy

You beg to be put on like hats
Nigga know who I am
Now you want to sing and dance
You want to shake your stanky ass
Well, I'm sorry, Sam
God damn, you ain't family
You're hounding me, pounding me
With the same old story
Huh, you bore me
Lordy have mercy on all these groupies
Sorry cutie
Why you go and shake your booty?
Cause there's only one Lil' Kim
The triple beam, the Misdemean'
The sneaker queen, whoomp, we tag-team
So hot we melt like ice cream
Without the dick riding
Dreams of smokin' a California blunt
I got the lyrics to make you feel it (uh-huh)
What you want nigga?

I'm talking about my style
I am the flyest then RZA now
I'm (yeah) talkin' (I'm talkin' talkin', I'm talking to ya) about my style
Let me tell you about Missy's style

My style of rapping (oh my)
I'm such, such, such a good rapper (say I'm such, such, such a good rapper)
I give you good and plenty (yeah yeah)
My style's the bomb diggy (you know my style)
My style of rappin' (is so)
I'm such, such, such a good rapper (I'm such a good, good)
I give you good and plenty (good, good, good)
My style's the bomb diggy (good, good, haha)

Hey Timbaland be talking more shit
And Lil' Kim be talking m-more shit-shit
Da Brat be talking m-m-more shit-shit
Busta Rhymes be talking more shit, talking more shit
702 talk shit, uh huh
And Aaliyah talk shit-shit-shit
Ginuwi-wine be talking m-m-more shit-shit
And I be talking more shit
And Total be talking more shit (haha)
Maganoo a-and Saint-Saint Nick, we be talking shit
We be talking shit, i-iight?

And Jimmy talking shit too, iight iight?
Uh, we out

Overall Meaning

In Missy Elliott's song "I'm Talkin'", the rapper delivers a confident and assertive message about her style, talent and toughness. From the opening line, "Nigga, what's up?" she challenges her opponents and boasts her prowess with lines like "I'm so motherfucking bad to the bone like my titties are full blown" and "My style's the bomb diggy". She also raps about her ability to fight off enemies and attacks them with her skills, almost as if she's fending off multiple opponents simultaneously. The chorus reaffirms her belief in her skills and rap style, declaring that she's a "such a good rapper" and her "style's the bomb diggy".

Lyrically, "I'm Talkin" showcases Missy Elliott's creative and confident style, often using unexpected comparisons and metaphors throughout the song. For example, she compares herself to Fido, the cartoon dog, and then compares herself to a cigarette that must burn for those who dare to touch her light. She also name-drops famous actors, singers, and rappers, such as Swayze, RZA, Lil' Kim, and Busta Rhymes, emphasizing her knowledge of the culture and her status within it. The back-and-forth between Missy and her collaborators in the outro adds an extra layer of playful camaraderie.

Line by Line Meaning

Nigga, whats up?
I'm asking you what's going on, what's the situation?

You think you tough, I'm fly shit
You believe you're tough, but I'm confident and amazing

Has a bitch, dope as fuck
I'm a badass woman, extremely cool

'Sho nuff I'm guaranteed, no diggities
Certainly, I'm guaranteed, without a doubt

Fight you like the fucking enemies
I'll fight you aggressively like we're enemies

You would think there's fucking ten of me
I'm so powerful, it's like there are ten of me

When I'm sending these
When I'm delivering these blows or insults

Blows, blows, hoes want to roll like hydro
Strikes, strikes, women want to join me like the effects of marijuana

When I suck Timbaland's bone like you (barking in the background)
When I give Timbaland a blowjob like you would (dog barking sound in the background)

Fido, I go
Like a dog named Fido, I go and do my thing

Scoop Lil' Kim
I go to pick up Lil' Kim

Me, she, her, them and him
Me, Lil' Kim, other women, and men

Gets high in a tunnel
We smoke weed in a tunnel

They see my Lexus coming
They notice my luxury car approaching

They hear the bass rumbling
They hear the powerful bass from my music

They come quick, they come quick
They come running to me, they come running

Like a dick, I make myself sick
Similar to a penis, I disgust myself

I'm so motherfucking bad to the bone
I'm extremely badass and cool

Like my titties are full blown
Like my breasts are fully developed and impressive

My style
The way I express myself artistically

My style of rapping, my style
The way I rap, my unique approach

I'm such, such, such a good rapper (I'm such, such, such a good rapper)
I am an incredibly skilled and talented rapper

I give you good and plenty, yeah yeah
I provide you with an abundance of good music

My style's the bomb diggy, my style
My style is amazing and outstanding

I'm calling your cards like Sprint
I'm exposing your true motives or intentions

Can't be me, can't see me
You can't be like me, you can't understand my greatness

I'm low like tint, ladies and gents
I'm discreet or unnoticed, addressing men and women

Dogs, cats and babies
Everyone, even animals and infants

Whoever but my style
Anyone who opposes my style

I hope you croak from the rabies (oh-oh oh)
I wish for your demise or suffering, like dying from a disease

Swayze, maybe I call your name
Like the late actor Patrick Swayze, perhaps I mention your name

Ain't that a fucking shame (oh oh)
Isn't that a disgrace or disappointment

I'm too high for that
I'm too confident and elevated to care about that

I'm great like the Dane (oh oh oh oh)
I'm excellent, just like a legendary Danish person

Mane on main
I'm the main attraction or the center of attention

If you decide to put your hands (oh oh)
If you choose to provoke or attack me

On my fucking light
On my personal space or energy

Like the cigarettes I light
Similar to the way I light cigarettes

You must burn, you better learn
You will face consequences, you should gain knowledge

From the pro
From an expert or professional like me

Who rock shows after shows
Someone who performs concerts continuously

When it rains, it pours
When misfortune strikes, it happens in abundance

I hurt like the cold souls
I feel pain just like lonely souls

My style polishes like nails and toes
My rap style improves and shines, just like getting manicures and pedicures

You know, know (my style)
You understand, understand (my style)

You beg to be put on like hats
You desperately want to be recognized or accepted

Nigga know who I am
You should already be aware of my identity

Now you want to sing and dance
Now you suddenly want to be involved and show off

You want to shake your stanky ass
You want to move your unimpressive and unattractive buttocks

Well, I'm sorry, Sam
I apologize, but I'm not interested in your actions

God damn, you ain't family
Damn, you're not part of my inner circle or close to me

You're hounding me, pounding me
You're constantly bothering and annoying me

With the same old story
With repetitive and uninteresting tales

Huh, you bore me
You're unexciting and uninteresting to me

Lordy have mercy on all these groupies
Oh my, may God show mercy on all these obsessed fans

Sorry cutie
Apologies, my dear

Why you go and shake your booty?
Why do you feel the need to move your rear end in that way?

Cause there's only one Lil' Kim
Because there's only one unique Lil' Kim

The triple beam, the Misdemean'
Referring to Lil' Kim's record 'La Bella Mafia,' she's significant and unforgettable

The sneaker queen, whoomp, we tag-team
Acknowledging Lil' Kim's love for sneakers and how they collaborate effectively

So hot we melt like ice cream
We are so attractive and popular that we make others weak

Without the dick riding
Without people blindly and excessively praising us

Dreams of smokin' a California blunt
Desires to smoke a marijuana joint from California

I got the lyrics to make you feel it (uh-huh)
I have the powerful lyrics that can deeply touch you

What you want nigga?
What is it that you desire or expect from me?

I'm talking about my style
I'm discussing and bragging about my unique approach

I am the flyest then RZA now
I am the most fashionable and cool, even more than RZA currently

I'm (yeah) talkin' (I'm talkin' talkin', I'm talking to ya) about my style
I am confidently speaking about my incredible approach

Let me tell you about Missy's style
Allow me to explain and describe Missy Elliott's unique approach

Hey Timbaland be talking more shit
Hey, Timbaland continuously talks more nonsense

And Lil' Kim be talking m-more shit-shit
And Lil' Kim also speaks even more nonsense

Da Brat be talking m-m-more shit-shit
Da Brat joins in by speaking even more nonsense

Busta Rhymes be talking more shit, talking more shit
Busta Rhymes adds to the nonsense by speaking even more

702 talk shit, uh huh
The female R&B group, 702, also engages in nonsense

And Aaliyah talk shit-shit-shit
The late Aaliyah also joins in by speaking a lot of nonsense

Ginuwi-wine be talking m-m-more shit-shit
Ginuwine contributes to the nonsense by speaking even more

And I be talking more shit
And I myself speak a lot of nonsense

And Total be talking more shit (haha)
The R&B group, Total, also adds to the nonsense

Maganoo a-and Saint-Saint Nick, we be talking shit
The artists Magoo and Saint Nick also engage in the nonsense

We be talking shit, i-iight?
We all speak nonsense, alright?

And Jimmy talking shit too, iight iight?
Even Jimmy engages in the nonsense, alright?

Uh, we out
Uh, we're leaving or ending this

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Melissa A. Elliott, Teena Marie Brockert, Allen Henry Mcgrier, Timothy Z. Mosley

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