[Verse 1: Queen Latifah]
The ladies will kick it, the rhyme that is wicked
Those that don't know how to be pros get evicted
A woman can bear you, break you, take you
Now it's time to rhyme, can you relate to
A sister dope enough to make you holler and scream?

[Verse 2: Monie Love & Queen Latifah]
Ayo, let me take it from here, Queen
Excuse me, but I think I'm about due
To get into precisely what I am about to do
I'm conversating to the folks who have no whatsoever clue
So listen very carefully as I break it down for you
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, hyper, happy, overjoyed
Pleased with all the beats and rhymes my sisters have employed
Slick and smooth, throwin' down the sound, totally a yes
Let me state the position, ladies first, yes? (Yes)

[Interlude]
(Yes, there's going to be some changes made there)

[Verse 3: Monie Love]
Believe me when I say being a woman is great, you see
I know that all the fellas out there will agree with me
Not for being one, but for being with one
'Cause when it's time for lovin', it's the woman that gets 'em
Strong, steppin', struttin', movin' on
Rhymin', cuttin' and not forgettin'
We are the ones to give birth
To the new generation of prophets 'cause it's ladies first
[Verse 4: Queen Latifah & Monie Love]
I break into a lyrical freestyle
Grab the mic, look at the crowd, and see smiles
'Cause they see a woman standin' up on her own two
Sloppy slouchin' is something I won't do
Some think that we can't flow (Can't flow)
Stereotypes, they got to go (Got to go)
I'ma mess around and flip the scene into reverse
With what? With a little touch of "Ladies First"

[Verse 5: Queen Latifah & Monie Love]
Who said that the ladies couldn't make it? You must be blind
If you don't believe, well, here, listen to this rhyme
Ladies first, there's no time to rehearse
I'm divine and my mind expands throughout the universe
A female rapper with the message to send the
Queen Latifah is a perfect specimen
My sister, can I get some?
Sure, Monie Love, grab the mic and get dumb

[Verse 6: Monie Lovie]
Yo, praise me not for being simply what I am
Born in L-O-N-D-O-N, sound American
You dig exactly where I'm comin' from
You want righteous rhymin', I'ma give you some
To enable you to aid yourself and get paid
And the material that has no meaning, I wish to slay
Pay me every bit of your attention
Like mother, like daughter, I would also like to mention
I wish for you to bring me to, to bring me to the rhythm
Of which is now systematically given
Desperately stressin', I'm the daughter of a sister
Who's the mother of a brother who's the brother of another
Plus one more, all four
Have a job to do, we doin' it
Respect due to the mother who's the root of it
And next up is me, the M-O-N-I-E-L-O-V-E
And I'm first 'cause I'm a L-A-D-I-E
[Verse 7: Queen Latifah]
Contact and in fact, the style, it gets harder
Coolin' on the scene with my European partner
Laying down track after track
Waitin' for the climax
When I get there, that's when I tax
The next man or the next woman
It doesn't make a difference, keep the competition comin'
And I'll recite the chapter in verse
The title of this recital is "Ladies First"