[Phone conversation: (Receptionist), Kurupt, & Dr. Dre]
(Larabee)
Yeah, is Dr. Dre in?
(Who's calling?)
This Kurupt
(Hang on one second)
A million dollars say Dr. Dre don't fuck with that pride shit
He a gangsta
Watch this
Kuruption
What's up, Dr. Dre?
I'm chillin, what's going on?
I'm chillin, man
Hey, I need you to hook up that Ho's A Housewife
He was saying you wanted to put it on, but I ain't got it mixed yet
Okay
I'm doing,I wanna redo my vocal on it, so when you gotta have your shit?
Um, within about two weeks
Oh! Oh
Yeah, we got plenty of time
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I'll just come in. Ah shit, I ain't--I got the Source Awards tomorrow
Yeah, that's what I gotta do tomorrow too
Don't trip, just take your time; we got two weeks
Okay
Man, hey I was in the club last night, man these niggas was talking a gang of shit
Who dat?
Di-i-i-is di-i-i-ick
Hahaha
Dr. Dre!
[Chorus: Kurupt]
Now this, this is one of them occasions
Where the homiеs not doin' it right
I mean he found him a ho that he likе
But you can't make a ho a housewife
Now when it all boils down, you gonna find in the end
A bitch is a bitch, but a Dogg is a man's best friend
So what? You found you a ho that you like
But you can't make a ho a housewife (Wife)
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip
Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she 'bout to trick
I cannot G guilty
You pimpin' strong, but comin' home to sheets that be filthy
She on the dillzy, I take advantage
All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin' Spanish
I'm mannish, get yo' nails out my back
Slut, I'm 'bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat
Learn the player rules, this is how a player do
Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin' shoes
Dollar signs are folded, I can't control it
Tryin' to leave her, beeper just exploded
She sweatin' me, won't let me, broad turned fraud
Now she on this dick, huh, got her turnin' tricks, huh
Man, it's a trip, but don't trip, I'm in yo' Lexus flexin'
I left her up in Houston, Texas, naked
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Hittman]
Naw, "ho" ain't short for honey, almost had to wail her like Bunny
Tellin' tales of bein' pregnant, catchin' Nordstrom sales with abortion money
I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at her
Now we got beef, he caught up in the ho's erotica
Exotic, she's psychotic, rockin' his Nautica
Soon he'll need antibiotics (filthy bitch)
Name a sexual disease, she got it like Sam Goody
You be like, "Damn, how could she hit me off with chlamydia?"
Fool, I pity ya
We live in the city of ballers
With more bounce and in a Zapp, she will doo wa ditty ya
The prettier the grittier, the wittier can get her
To the Hotel, Niko, on some Sauve shit like Rico
That's when I caught a Vision like Coleco
A high-post ho, a perfect way for me to keep dough
Huh, have her sellin' ass on Bronson Ave and Pico
[Verse 3: Kurupt]
At the hotel, motel, or the Holiday Inn
(Say what, nigga?)
I said if that bitch keep fuckin' up
(Beotch)
Then we'll fuck her friends
I said I dip, dive, what can I say?
Niggas need to stop fuckin' with OJ
Some niggas bang Blood, some niggas bang Crip
And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
I had a dream of hoes, I had to screen my hoes
I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes
Lil' Almond Joy, I'd sure enjoy
If you blew my balls right through my drawers
Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot
From the way she was blowin', I know she does it a lot
I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters
The ho started callin' when I started boss ballin'
Gimme some head, gimme some ass (Uh-huh)
Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz
Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate
See hoes eat dick like eggs and steak
It ain't shit new, I thought you knew (What?)
I knew you would, you wish you could
Break a G down, break me down
But I'ma see you on the rebound (What what?), D.P. style
[Chorus]
