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conversations.value: Write me a song called That’s My Bitch with the following description: This drum-heavy, James Brown-sampling track is Jay & Kanye’s ‘old school’ track for their album Watch the Throne. They use this one to claim their stakes in the Hip Hop game – that they ‘own’ the best girls, the best songs, and their haters.
  Yeezy takes shots at one-half of Bad Meets Evil Royce da 5'9" over a song ‘Ye produced for him in 2003. Ironically, Jay-Z took off and replaced Royce on the 2001 hit “Renagade” with Eminem. He also sends his first notable disses toward his ex-girlfriend Amber Rose and Wiz Khalifa since they got together, while dropping nods to TOo $hort, who’s fond of bitches himself.
  Hov stands up for [his wife Beyoncé], and colored women in general against fetishizing men, the media, and the lack of color among past and present-day icons alike.
  This song underwent some noticeable changes from its pre-album version, including some new lyrics from Jay, removing the second bridge, and a different beat from Q-Tip, Kanye and Jeff Baskher.
  Between the PE references, the use of the oft-sampled “Apache” break, and the Monie Love reference – this song serves as a love letter of sorts to Golden Age hip-hop.
  Legally, of course, bitches are no longer property (13th Amendment fam). Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced By: Jeff Bhasker, Kanye West & Q-Tip]
  [Intro: Kanye West]
  Uh
  Hello, can I speak to, uh
  Uh
  Yeah, you know who you are, look
  You had no idea what ya dealing with
  Something on some this realest shit
  Pop champagne, I'll give you a sip
  'Bout to go dumb, how come?
  Yeah, that's my bitch
  That's my bitch
  Sh-shorty right there? That's my bitch
  That's my bitch
  [Chorus: Elly Jackson & 
  Kanye West
  ]
  I've been waiting for a long, long time
  Just to get off and throw my hands up high
  And live my life, and live my life
  Just to get off and throw my hands up high (
  Yeah
  )
  [Verse 1: Kanye West]
  I paid for them titties, get your own
  It ain't safe in the city, watch the throne
  She say I care more about them basquions
  Basquiats, she learning a new word, it's yacht
  Blew the world up soon as I hit the club with her
  Too Short called, told me I fell in love with her
  Seat by actors, ball players, and drug dealers
  And some lesbians that never loved niggas
  Twisted love story, 
  True Romance
  Mary Magdalene from a pole dance
  I'm a freak, huh? Rockstar life
  The second girl with us, that's our wife
  Hey, boys and girls, I got a new riddle
  Who's the new old perv that's tryna play second fiddle?
  No disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle
  But my dick worth money, I put Monie in the middle [Chorus: Elly Jackson & 
  Kanye West
  ]
  I've been waiting for a long, long time (
  Where she at? In the middle
  )
  Just to get off and throw my hands up high
  And live my life, and live my life
  Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high
  [Bridge: Justin Vernon]
  Swilling little licks and mixes 'til mornin'
  I'm yearnin', ooh, yeah
  Could I maybe have a little dab of your potion?
  Stop motion, ooh, yeah
  [Verse 2: Jay-Z]
  Go harder than a nigga for a nigga, go figure
  Told me keep my own money if we ever did split up
  How could somethin' so gangster be so pretty in pictures?
  Ripped jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers
  Uh, Picasso was alive, he would've made her
  That's right, nigga, Mona Lisa can't fade her
  I mean Marilyn Monroe, she's quite nice
  But why all the pretty icons always all white?
  Put some colored girls in the MoMA
  Half these broads ain't got nothing on Willona
  Don't make me bring Thelma in it
  Bring Halle, bring Penélope and Salma in it, uh
  Back to my Beyoncés
  You deserve three stacks, word to André
  Call Larry Gagosian, you belong in mo-seums
  You belong in vintage clothes, crushing the whole building
  You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope dealing
  You too dope for any of those civilians
  Now shoo, children, stop looking at her tits
  Get your own dog, ya heard? That's my bitch [Chorus: Elly Jackson]
  I've been waiting for a long, long time
  Just to get off and throw my hands up high
  And live my life, and live my life
  Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high