[Chorus]

If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks

If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks

[Verse 1]

Murderous verses

Motherfuckers won't even make it to the chorus

They'll find you and yo bitch buried in the Angeles National Forest

Anything you can do, I heard it done before, better

But I can do you in 36 positions

Enter you like the Wu-Tang debut

Now who remains true to the game?

Damn shame it wasn't you

Fools lay claim to fly rhymes but I terrorize airlines

My mind's a porcelain Glock 7 slippin' through the metal detectors

Ready to wet you like baptism

It's rap pugilism when I be placin' 208 bones in one zone;

With microphones

I'm like the Blade Runner hunting clones

I "Beat It" like one glove and a bad nose job with more breathin techniques than Lamaze

Ras still be drinkin' malt liquor brews

And continues the liquidation of crews

Wit' a drunken technique like Shun Di's kung fu on Virtua Fighter 2

See me son, I'm the one sportin' Dolce and Gabbana

Peelin' this bastard's wig back like cradle cap

You ain't no cap peela for rilla and for who you desire to kill you need more God than Zilla

I breaks 'em off like a acrylic nails

Test me but you appear to be Presley (Press Lee) like Priscilla

And still malicious disses, but this is ten percent diss, ninety percent skill

So curses, foiled again like Hershey's kisses

You're so-called vicious, although

How they gonna be a menace when it ain't no men in it? Oh, they womenaces (with clitorises)

In a new year, a new fear and I'm nuclear

Let's play a friendly game of who can ruin who's career

I'm a Killafornia B-boy, you like one of Heavy D's boys

Got niggas fallin' off the stage like they was Trouble T-Roy

[Chorus]

If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks

If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks

[Verse 2]

(Hey, whip these niggas' ass)

Watch me gamble for paradise and if I gotta pay the price

Easy come, easy go like Eric Wright

'Cause I used to get my fade wit a comb and a razor blade

With a 9800 Module back in the day

They say it takes 5,000 to educate, 30,000 to incarcerate

Give me five million dollars in the lottery with high cholesterol cloggin' my artery

I'm not the boss hogg or the pimp and fuck legalizin' hemp

Keep the profit on the streets

Fuck police on the creep three deep in a silver Caprice

And the black chief of police, no justice, no peace

Verbally, I'm taking off from the baseline

With my nuts in your face like Scottie Pippen as opposed to flippin' chickens

So kill game like Chris Webber in sudden death

'Cause you callin' for timeouts when you got no time left

On some Highlander shit 'cause, son, there can only be one

And heads is flyin' faster than Ronald serves two all-beef patties on a sesame seed bun

Real thorough - duh do do do, duh do duh do do

I wanna give it to you all night long just like the Mary Jane Girls (All night long!)

*laughter* (Niggas ain't shit!)

A bloodstained wall emanates from my nostril

I pull bitches like a hamstring and take out an MC like a tonsil

With eighty story buildin's horizontal

Within the confines of thirty-three lines and a margin mentally squabbin'

See, every time my lips part it's a Million Man March

And my heart is a pit with a billion skinheads moshin'

Daily I walk through Hell smellin' like Chanel but far from frail

I roll with my clique like paraplegics

Confrontation conversation, catch-22 exclamations

But the explanation was deeper than a Louis Leaky excavation (Fools)

You're makin' peace when the enemy is blaspheme

Guess we got some nuts hangin' in between like a motherfuckin' drag queen

But don't nobody wanna test though, you niggas is petro

When I put the lead to your head like Destro

[Chorus]

If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks

If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks