[Intro: Common]

Yeah, yeah

You know

They call me a pimp

And you know what that mean?

I'm a pimp in making profit

See, I pimp internationally

I'm nationally recognized, locally accepted

I pimp with the truth, that's the only method

[Verse 1: Common & MC Lyte]

I seen her on Madison

Where Vice Lords be travelin' and Chevy windows be rattlin'

Badder than any other broads that I've seen in these parts

Her body language spoke like a smart remark, eyebrows arched

Thick lips, blond wig, nice tits, ass the size that I dig

Askin' her the name wasn't the way to approach her

See she had game, she needed me to coach her

Expose her to some paper, freedom, and culture

The way a righteous pimp is supposed to

As he came closer, in his eyes, I seen fortune

I ain't havin' it like abortion

Walkin' with this stick, huh, holdin' his tip

Looked like a Black Panther that was tryin' to pimp

It was cold as shit, I'm waitin' on my ride

Act like I didn't see him, I tried

Motion denied, I felt the vibe like Roy Ayers

She was used to seein' pimps in furs and gators

Told her I'm an innovator, a gentlemen of leisure

That's in tuned with nature, hold Common's hand

I'ma take you to a pimp's promised land

Where no man can break you, break you, break you

[Chorus: Bilal]

Pimps, hoes, hustlers, plants, dealers, customers

Everybody stuck in it, oh my God

Pimps, hoes, hustlers, plants, dealers, customers

Everybody stuck in it, oh my God

[Interlude: Common]

(Yeah, girl, come over here, check it out)

[Verse 2: Common & MC Lyte]

Make your next move your best move, choose me

How I look workin' for a nigga in a kufi?

If I was on a track, you couldn't produce me

With them shits on your wrist lookin' goofy (Yeah, okay)

I pimp without a pause, for the cause, I'm a rebel

You been on the streets, I'm tryna take you to another level

You used to the same game, cats sayin' the same thing

Nigga, you gon' ho underground or ho mainstream?

Nigga, you must not know of me (Come on now)

I'm the mack here, oughta have you ho for me (Get real now)

Pimp your punk ass, have you write me poetry

I'm from a lane called cash, you too slow for me

You know why?

I'm thinkin' bigger than baguettes, furs, and slick cars

Or have you on the corner trickin' in strip bars

If you become mine, the world'd be ours

Respect the game and universal laws

What? I oughta pimp-slap your ass and make you fall against the wall (Try it)

Why you in the game if you ain't even tryna ball?

I know pimpin' ain't easy, but, damn, you barely survivin'

We can't ride together 'cause you ain't drivin' (Oh, it's like that?)

[Chorus: Bilal]

Pimps, hoes, hustlers, plants, dealers, customers

Everybody stuck in it, oh my God

Pimps, hoes, hustlers, plants, dealers, customers

Everybody stuck in it, oh my God

[Interlude: Common]

(This, this really how I look at it, check it)

[Verse 3: Common & MC Lyte]

You and I together is like Ashford & Simpson

Picture us elbow to elbow at the hustlers convention

Think I'm gon' risk my ass, then give you the cash? (Yup)

That shit is the past, I got my own stable (Where?)

I oughta pierce your navel and put you on a track

Matter fact, I been lookin' for a ho that's abstract

Girl, you gettin' beside yourself

I'm tryna guide you, help you see inside yourself

I pimp with vision, I'ma help you see the light

Have you coverin' your body and have you eatin' right

Is that right? (Mhm)

I pimp hoes, pimp pens (Pimp what?)

Pimp rhythms, pimp flows, pimp men (And pimp what?)

Pimp systems, got a store called Big Pimpin' (Where?)

Down south, in Texas, I ran the best ho house (Well, so?)

I pimp from Brazil to, um, Tokyo

Had Japanese broads sayin', "Choushi wa dou" (Yeah, right)

Bring 'em back to the States to turn dates from Europe

Made the dirtiest of hoes seem purer

Why you laughin'?

I'm laughin' 'cause you funny

I make bitch niggas like you have my money

I get six hundred off your skinny ass weekly

You'll get all them righteous hoes in them dashikis

Yo, whatever happened to loyalty? Don't you wanna become royalty?

On the streets sellin' ass and oils for me?

But you on this ho-asis and, really, I can't reach you

Fuck you then, I'm 'bout to be a preacher

[Outro: Common]

Well, there you have it, y'all

The story of pimps and hoes

Y'all know how it goes

It's been the oldest profession

Whole thing is like a lesson

Ain't no second guessin'

Pimps, y'all, hustlers

All that good shit, yeah, yeah

2000 and forever, it's gon' be here

Uh, uh, alright, cool