Bitches Ain't Shit

Original Artist: Dr. Dre

b*tches ain't sh*t
b*tches ain't sh*t

b*tches ain't sh*t but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Just get the f*ck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run.

I used to know a b*tch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f*ck the hoes at night
Tighter than the motherf*cking gangsta beats
And we was balling on the motherf*cking Compton streets

Peep, that sh*t got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my motherf*cking pockets was fat
I didn't give a f*ck where the b*tch was at

But she was hanging with a white b*tch doing the sh*t she do
Sucking on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the ends that she got meant nothing
Now she's suing 'cause the sh*t she be doing ain't sh*t

(b*tches can't hang with the streets)
She found herself short
(Now she's taking me to court)
It's real conversation for your ass

I once had a b*tch named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The pussy was the bomb
Had a n*gger on sprung
I was in love like a motherf*cker licking the protung

The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure n*ggers wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time

I'm back in the motherf*cking county jail
6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I gets released on a hot sunny day
My n*gger D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got the news
Your girl was tricking while you was draped in the county blues
I ain't been out a second
And already I gotta do some motherf*cking chin checkin'

Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the door and I look on the floor
It's my little cousin Daz and he's f*cking my hoe

I unc*cked my sh*t...I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed

(Man, f*ck that b*tch!)

b*tches ain't sh*t but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the f*ck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run.

I used to know a b*tch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f*ck the hoes at night
Tighter than a motherf*cking gangsta beats
And we was balling on the motherf*cking Compton streets

Peep, the sh*t got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my motherf*cking pockets was fat
I didn't give a f*ck where the b*tch was at

But she was hanging with a white b*tch doing the sh*t she do
Sucking on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the ends that she got meant nothing
Now she's suing 'cause the sh*t she be doing ain't sh*t

(b*tches can't hang with the streets)
She found herself short
(So now she's taking me to court)
That's some real conversation for your ass

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