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)