Bitch

Lyrics

[Intro: Too $hort Ray J] Lalalalaladida Biatch That's right (Lalalalaladida) Some real playas just walked up in this motherfucker Nah, nah It's not those other niggas It's us, baby What's up? Oh yeah I'll tell you something Let me tell [?] something [Verse 1: Too $hort] Now let me tell a lil' story 'bout some real pimp game 'Bout a fake-ass rapper, won't say the simp's name He always wanted to rap to a real pimp beat But he never could, 'cause he's not a real MC He was so lame, he just couldn't stop trickin' But on his albums, he just couldn't stop pimpin' All his hoes called him Tony, every day what they heard Said he always act like my favorite word But I don't pillow talk, bitch, I don't care A real player won't never pay her I just tell her recognise game and relax, freak And keep your ass in the backseat I can never be faithful to just one broad I can't help myself, I was always hard These other niggas talking that pimpin' for life shit At the end of the day, it's real love with the wife and kids [Interlude] Real talk for you [Verse 2: Crooked I] I said this industry Be pimpin' niggas like dummies, oh yeah I say they sellin' CDs But you never see no money, it's no fair You say you touch figures You stacking up chippers Yeah right, you can't rub [?] grub niggas You say you flippin' dope, you must be sniffing coke Oh my god, it's a facade, all of these niggas broke And you can sit and boast on how you did the most Give a fuck if you from here or a different coast, listen close None of you motherfuckers wanna wage war if you ready 'Cause I'll fill your ass with so much [?] your body will weigh more than a Chevy Rappin' pays, that's what they yelling But ass for days, that's what they're selling You been chosen to work like [?] skirt Your chips low and it hurts, we pimp hoes in the dirt You rip flows in the burst, but no grip goes in your [?] Ten toes to the turf [?] six holes in your shirt Weenies, y'all rappers [?] Label fucking you like a bitch, now you ready to switch pimps But I know and uh, you know Once a ho, always a ho, no matter where the ho go Holla though, I have you calling me your mentor Live on TV so the world can see the way we pimp whores My clothes say it all, na, [?] at all Gayter stripes on my [?], it's a fall in the players ball Put you haters on pause Goddamn it (Biatch) [Bridge: Crooked I] $hort Dawg in this motherfucker Yeah You know Tha Row operating in this bi-iz-natch! And uh, you niggas can keep getting fucked by the game, but we gon' make our change, man Biatch [Verse 3: Eastwood] When I get to smoking and drinking, I get to rhyming and [?] Bitches fly out every weekend, with a pimpin game, ain't no secret A young boss, don't get lost It's money over bitches [?] hoes and stacking my riches Whenever these bitches, they taking a picture Like can I get with ya? I'm sticking and moving, state to state And I got a ho in every city, fasho, I know I'm a break The E.A.S.T.W.O.O.D And all these hoes they see me, everytime I show my face, they get on they knees, they kiss the pinky