[Intro: Snoop Dogg]

Yeah man, let me holla at my nephew Tray Deee

Nephew, I can't believe these motherfucking stupid ass bitches man

I done told em time and time and time again

Well I guess they don't hear me

So uh, why don't you let me know

Matter fact let them know how you feel about these motherfucking hoes

[Verse 1: Tray Dee]

I can't explain how I came 'cross the game I got

More likely from parlayin' with these thangs a lot

Be on the gangsters jocks, soon as they spot that you clockin'

These snakes'll plot, and then be all in your pockets

Droppin' little hints 'bout they rents and bills

When you tell 'em you can't help 'em wanna twist they grills

Like you owe em once you show em that you're interested

When they knowin' you be wantin' just to hit and dig

I ain't got shit to give but hard dick and conversation

And talkin' end when I commit the penetration

I toss it then, if it was proper we could kick it

When we cross again, but you know ain't no commitment

I want ya when I need ya, and that's the procedure

I call you and fall through, strictly at leisure

And only keep ya, until you start to cost me

Then I reverse the game 'til ya back up off me

Kill 'em softly

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]

Bitches ain't shit, I said it before, and I say it again, Tray Deee

Bitches ain't shit, they only fuckin' with your homies

'Cause they know you got a grip

Bitches ain't shit, I said it before, and I'ma say it again, Tray Deee

Bitches ain't shit, they only fuckin with your homies

'Cause they know you got a grip

[Tray Deee talking over HOOK]

I done been peeped these knucleheads hoes agenda, dogg

These bitches on the gold rush

This ain't 1849 quit that pan handling ho

This '99, you tryin to get yours, but I need all mine

You knowhatimsayin?

[Verse 2: Tray Dee]

I peeped the energy caught her eyein' me down

Back when she first started hangin' around

In Long Beach got real deep for some real G sex

So you got served bitch now what's next

I ride on the side while we slide in my Brougham

On gold Daytons kit with the phone

Nah, I'm on another level, let's get in your shit

Blowin' herb while we swerve and we spend your chips

Drain me and take me to the finest spots

Out the dinin' shop and buy me diamond rocks

It's a privilege to get the dick and fuck wit' me

Knowin the whole way I roll is in luxury

I'm a major type of player out for ruling the game

Every line I design is for schoolin' a dame

When I approach I let 'em know it's all money and sex

But I gotta be blessed before we make 'em connect

[Chorus 2: Snoop Dogg and Tray Dee overlap]

I check a bitch as quick as Goldie the mac

And keep 'em totin sacks and holdin my straps

I only want what's in the middle of they laps

And plus I'm pimping so I get 'em for they snaps

(repeat)

[Verse 3: Tray Dee]

I can't conceive spendin' cheese just to please a broad

When eventually intentions be to leave 'em all

In the minus, no matter if they the finest

Then recognize the price come with rollin' with riders

You can't expect to step up in my company

And we just fuck for free, and you not touchin' me

With some fine ass why chance gettin' involved

And be callin' me a dog after hittin' them drawers

I'm out to ball, so keep all emotions in check

And don't be tryin' to test what you're sure to regret

Thinkin' you gon be sinkin' up inside my profits

Bitch you got twist but you needs to stop it

I'm cold on a ho like the frozen snow

For my dough unless we both tryin to make it grow

I think you know, my bank be mo', than us kickin' it

What's mine is mine, but what's yours we splittin' it

[Hook]

[Tray Deee over HOOK 1]

I got three questions for a bitch, though:

Where mines at, what's takin' you so long to kick it in

And how long this gon' take you to get me some more, ho?

You know...