Bitches Ain't Shit (Chopped & Screwed)

[Verse 1: Nate Dogg & Lil Jon] Back in the days I use to like bitches (Uhh) But I tell you now days bitches ain't shit (Tell ’em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell ’em) And if you wonder why I say this (Yeah) I've had-I've had a lot of women and bitches think they slick (shoop-bop ??) Sneak-sneakin' around, fuckin-fuckin around whenever were not around (Always) Act-actin' all sophisticated, spend-spending money that she didn't make Get-get so mad that I could slap, act-actin like she Cleopatra (Goddamn, hey) Ain't no need to ask she's a slave to the money and I’m the master [Chorus: Nate Dogg w/ Oobie & Lil Jon] That’s why I smoke Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wed-Wed, Thurs-Thurs, Fri-Fri, Sat-Saturday Don't let no girl no bitch (hey) man-man, nig-nig get-get in my way I keep my gun with me (always) for peace I keep it right by my side (.45 Bitch) Big Nate (hey), Long Beach (hey), OG (Lil Jon), Lil Jon (hey), tight beats, so come on let’s ride [Verse 2: Lil' Jon] What's up with these tryin' to play a nigga Go to-go to court these hoes straight slay a nigga No more dick in yo pussy just stick with your throat You ain't-you ain’t gon get no child support Playing a nigga like you my one and only Two-two-face hoe fucking me and my homie But I love yo gurl, naw I was just playing Y-you say you love me if I was just paying Why-why I gotta be-be like that, why must I chase the cat Or really why must I chase the rat Nigga-nigga fucking bitches how bout that Won't you buy me a drink? (Hell-hell naw) Let me hit yo dank? (Hell-hell naw) Won't you take me to yo crib? (Hell-hell naw) Let's go to the mall (Hell-hell naw) [Chorus: Nate Dogg w/ Oobie] That's why I smoke Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wed-Wed, Thurs-Thurs, Fri-Fri, Sat-Saturday Don't let no girl no bitch man-man, nig-nig get-get in my way I keep my gun with me for peace I keep it right by my side Big Nate, Long Beach, OG, Lil Jon, tight beats, so come on let's ride! [Post-Chorus: East Side Boys] Pimped out, jam jam Tiggle it? Slam slam Pimped out, jam jam Tiggle it? Slam slam Pimped out, jam jam Tiggle it? Slam slam Pimped out, jam jam Tiggle it? Slam slam [Verse 3: Suga Free] Now don't get me started And never say what you won't do Cause your just a Reese's Pieces away from gettin' turned out too Now I can give that man dap But how you gonna sue me for some child support When you ain't sat down and wrote me a rap? See you can't ride two horses wit one hand Uh oh, Suga Free the last dinosaur from caveman ave (Should I send her?) I toast to this (So she can check the track) I toast to that You can catch 'em on the dance floor, I toast to this And you know she ain't got no panties, I toast to that Gooshie-Gooshie-Mooshie-Mooshie-Bushy-Gushy I can tell by the way she dance she's got some good pussy [Chorus: Nate Dogg w/ Oobie] That's why I smoke Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wed-Wed, Thurs-Thurs, Fri-Fri, Sat-Saturday Don't let no girl no bitch man-man, nig-nig get-get in my way I keep my gun with me for peace I keep it right by my side Big Nate, Long Beach, OG, Lil Jon, tight beats, so come on let's ride! [Verse 4: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, let me get a glass of that Puff puff puff pass it back Doggy Dogg with a classic rap Blazing sacks back-to-back imagine that I'm trying to holla at Shaniqua (Shaniqua) Champagne for me and my peoples V-VIP'ing, LBC'ing, DPG's, they'll be G's Until the end of time (Time), and we'll continue to shine (Shine) My games gettin' bigger, it's a wrap. church my nigga [Verse 5: Oobie] Let me tell tell bout-bout bitch bitch Bit-bitches are scandalous Bit-bitches don't give a shit All a bitch want is that dick and money You get-get no loyalty Bitch-bitch gon' always scheme Love-love when when fuck fuck em Love-love when when leave leave em Better yet-yet when you mistreat em A bitch-a bitch, nigga you don't need em You-you bitches, get-gett-shi-shit 'cause smart dogs have-havin it [Outro: Lil Jon] (Hey, hey) There you have ladies and gentlemen (There you have it) Our description (Uh-huh) Of how these bitches be actin' this Motherfucka that can't be (Ha-ha, yeah, yeah) All I gotta say is keep it pimpin' pimpin' (Keep it pimpin' pimpin') And I don't trust these mothafuckin' hoes (Oh, oh)