Bitches From Eastwick

Lyrics

[Intro: Jadakiss] Been here for hours, nigga You been pushin' buttons all day, man, your job was easy today, man The fuck, man? Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Ayo, I woke up in a daze with a slight headache You know the usual, the studio gettin' red late Serious jet lag when I get to bed late That's why I fuck 'cause I be weak when I get head late Today I got a session with Ronnie, I mean Veronica Met her last year about a week before Hanukkah Sounds foolish, I mean, honey wasn't jewish But she had a lot of dough and she was nice on computers She told me she was born and raised in Bermuda And came here just to get a job as a tutor I pursued her, make a long story short, screwed her She moved and she came back, still on the same track Same width, same chips, ass, it was still fat And I ain't really think she was a freak But she did ask a lot of questions 'bout Stylez and Sheek She called me and said she was in town for a week The Westside, Manhattan, the Suite, and the Marquise How I felt about gettin' up for old times' sakes I'ma bring Stylez and Sheek with me, that'd be great Just have two friends, we gon' bring the truck and the new Benz Desert in the stash and the Sony cam zoom lens All have ourself one big hell of a weekend Eat at Puff's joint and catch a show at the Beacon Twist a Dutch blaze from Y-O to the Hudson Pass the tall one, two-five, we still puffin' We got the heat on a cold night in the winter Stylez, you remember, Sheek, you remember [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] Oh yeah, I remember them hoes that night We was at the Beacon, right? Chris Tucker performing All of us was in there, outside, it was stormin' Cats and dogs, ayo, these hoes was tough Besides, the air condition on high, we was icy enough From my neck to the belt buckle to our shoes, shall I go on? With five of us up front, he needed shades to perform Mose from the floor up, we inside, toe up I drink, they smoke, no coke Besides, the shit he said on stage, the cash we had on us was no joke I slid four seats down, she sittin' there smilin' Lookin' like she from an island, not them chicks that be out wildin' Told me that her name was Cindy, favorite show Mork & Mindy Favorite color green, no kids, but plan to have plenty We chit then chat about this and that From what kind of whip she push to what bar she be at She played hard to get, but we made it from the movie to the jacuzzi From the jacuzzi to the bed, we fucked until we both got woozy Woke up breath stinkin', yawnin' and shit I smelt breakfast in the kitchen, but where was the bitch? I walked in there, it was cheese, eggs, and grits on the table With beef sausages and orange juice next to the cable With a note sayin', "Sorry I had to rob you, baby, but I need cash like you, I ain't your ordinary slut Or dick teaser, please, I need food in my freezer And by the time you read this note, I done been spent your Visa" [Verse 3: Styles P] I remember Beatrice, but niggas like me call her B 'Cause she like to fuck doggy style plus hold the D But now I gotta handle this 'cause they scandalous Cindy robbed Sheek and moved to Los Angeles Like I won't kill her friends, went to bounce, they stole a Benz Note in the garage to y'all entourage Y'all three rugged niggas, but y'all gotta get robbed And don't take it personal, we didn't finish the job M�nage � trois, we kill niggas with they dick hard They got me lookin' at the letter stuck, why the fuck they left the truck? Three bitches in my house, probably try to wet me up Crept to the kitchen, seen Ronnie by the cabinet Tried the gun holster with the forty-four magnet Shot her in the heart then caught the urge to stabbin' it Then I seen Cindy, the bitch tried to end me Runnin' out the living room, bustin' off the semi The bitch couldn't aim, so I blew her out the frame Turned around to Beatrice, why you look speechless? We could've lived it up then just fucked on the beaches And now you gotta die and the stupid bitch is reachin' Before I cocked it back, I heard tires screechin' Saw Sheek and Jay and started motherfuckin' squeezin'