Digital Underground — Good Thing Were Rappin

[Intro: 2Pac] Alright parents, go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over This goes out to all the macks in the industry Huh, alright roll the tape (You ain't no pimp; You a rest-haven for hoes.) It's a good thing that we're rappin' 'Cause if it wasn't for the rappin' we'd be mackin' It's a good thing that we're rappin' 'Cause if it wasn't for the rappin' we'd be mackin' It's a good thing that we're rappin' [Verse 1: Humpty Hump; Shock G] There was a time when they called me Smooth Eddie Playing the hoes and shook the red card steady It was Mike to those that knows Matter of fact, Icy Mike 'cause he was cold on them hoes We was East Coast niggas heading west I was rolling shotgun, cooling with my man Fresh Wes The royal blue Brougham was a drop top rag You could tell we was pimps from the Las Vegas tags (On the Caddie) 'Cause that's how we flipped it Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp shit All of this was around spring '81 I was in the life and had a good three year run Anyway, one Friday on the side of the highway in L.A My man Wes says "Hey, I got a bitch in San Diego" "Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a couple of days I'm gonna stay and play some L.A. hoes" He said, "Alright playa, yo, I'll see you soon" Yeah that's how real players kick it, see there ain't no rules We roll from city to city, like kids playing hookie Later that night I knocked a bitch named Cookie She says, "I love you and I want to make you rich" I says, "Oh yeah?", I swear I worked the shit out this bitch She was fine, niggas couldn't tell me nothin' Had brains too, did more stealin' than fucking A real thoroughbred, played con like a pro Man I'm trying to say I had a money making ho But the Sunset track got stale, Cookie went to jail Had to sling a little yale to make bail She said, "I'm hot baby, I can't work in this town The vice pick me up just as soon as you put me down" I said, "Shut the hell up ho Who asked you to run your mouth?" She was right though It was time to take a trip down south And to this very day, when I think of how I was living back then I got to say that [Chorus] It's a good thing that I'm rappin' 'Cause if it wasn't for the rappin' I'd be mackin' Good thing we got music If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead And then we got to use it It's a good thing that I'm rappin' 'Cause if it wasn't for the rappin' I'd be mackin' Good thing we got music If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead And then we got to use it [Verse 2: Humpty Hump; Shock G] They call it "ho po'" when you're leakin So you know that ho po' is when yo po', cause you got no ho I was po' but I wasn't ho po', cause I had one ho But we was leakin cause the money was slow "Cop and blow" means you're going up and down I went from Cadillacs in Vegas to the back of GreyHounds In San Diego, off Broadway, there used to be a spot I think E Street and 5th where all the players flocked One night I was cooling outside Saw my man Wes said, "Ah shit yeah, it's gonna be live" I was working a double-breast silk weave suit With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballys Wes said, "it's pimpish how you wear 'em outside ya pants And by the way my ham sandwich in the alley" 'Ham sandwich' meant Brougham Cadillac Quarter inch whites with the chrome wheel kit on the back It was snotty nose, that means the extra chrome plate on the grill For sunroof we say it had the brains blown I said, "there's bitches inside, you ready to attack?" Wes looked at me said, "Mack..Mack..Mack..Mack..Mack" My man's pimp stroll was cold gangsta limpin' We stepped inside, both of us screamed, "it's pimpin'!" I was drinking cognac, Wes was drinkin' gin Wasn't there twenty minutes 'fore my people walked in I said, "what's up Cookie? how'd you do?" She said, "cool, reach under the bar, so I can give you these few" We always did it like that, in case the vice squad was peeping This time they wasn't, but this nigga who was leaking Walked up and said, "y'all gonna sell?" Wes said, "nigga don't ya recognize the 'P' when you see it?" He said, "oh, yo I didn't know, I thought she's doin' business" I said, "yeah, well it's true that she's a ho" He said, "she with you, playa? cause I'd really like to buck her" Looked at her, said, "baby, I'm a raw motherfucker" I said, "yeah, that might be true, but she don't need another nucka" Ain't no choosin', jump on off slick, this one here's my shnucka" He said, "whatchu mean by shnucka?" "It ain't too hard to figure You call your nigga nucka, shnucka means she-nigga And figure this too, the bitch is down for my dirty drawers Find another ho to go for yours" He said, "but, I like her" I said, "you must be a rookie Now figure this three", he cut me off and stepped to Cookie He said, "how do you feel about this, my dear?" I said, "nigga you don't check my bitch like I ain't standin' here! Now I told you that this woman sells pussy for me You and her ain't the two, and we ain't the three And most of all nigga, I ain't the one Now back the fuck up off me son" He said, "to block another man's game is a shame" I said, "leakin' ass nigga, game recognize game Now I told you that's my people and I gave you a chance" Reached down and started pullin' out my tool from my pants Shoulda capped his ass, but instead I look up and Wes done wrapped a pool stick 'round this nigga's head So I put my shit away, we beat him down cowboy style Cookie runs up and says, "baby you okay?" I says, "yo, all of this excitement got you dizzy What you standin' 'round watchin? bitch get busy! Go back outside and finish gettin' my money!" The bartender laughed, said, "you pimp niggas funny" And I'll tell you once again It blows my mind, when I think how I was living back then Cause yo [Chorus] It's a good thing that I'm rappin' 'Cause if it wasn't for the rappin' I'd be mackin' Good thing we got music If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead And then we got to use it It's a good thing that I'm rappin' 'Cause if it wasn't for the rappin' I'd be mackin' Good thing we got music If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead And then we got to use it And you don't stop Humpty Hump in the house And yo I go, I go Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe Why must I pimp the ho? Nothing but the mack in me (..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..) You know what I'm sayin Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe Why must I pimp the ho? Nothing but the mack in me (..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..) Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe Why must I pimp the ho? Nothing but the mack in me (..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..) Check it.. Ho (..do the ho catcher..) Ho (..do the ho catcher..) (..ho catcher, ho catcher, do the ho catcher..) Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe Why must I pimp the ho? Nothing but the mack in me (..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..) Kick it, doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe Why must I pimp the ho? Nothing but the mack in me (..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..) I said, doddie-doe-doe pimp the mother fuckin ho (..pimp that ho..mack..) Yeah bitch and big dicks don't scare ya Cause you been a ho too long Know what I'm sayin? yeah Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest Pimps up and hoes down Squares don't fuck around town Know what I'm sayin? Oh yeah, it's time to rest Dress and mess Count my monies while I read the funnies Give my propas while I watch the soap operas 'Cause it's pimpin', understand me? Bitch whatcha doin sitting on your ass watchin' the cars go by? Pat your feet on the concrete and go get my money woman! [Outro: Shock G] Yeah, right about i wanna say peace to my man Shawn Michaels, [?], to my man [?] Mike, the three-card monte playing Gs, and my man Texas Mike, straight from the [?] down to San Diego Peace to my man Diamond, checking [?] in Miami Peace to my man Pimpin' Sam, down in Tampa, Florida I wanna say what's up to Country, [?] and Royal, checking [?] in Philly Yo, God bless ya'll [?] Rest in peace, a true genius in the con game Yo, 'nuff peace goes out to Pretty Tony down in [?] Florida - i still call you Leakin' Tone, nigga, 'cause you ain't never had no ho Peace to the pimp nigga [?] had a big fat booster bitch Peace to L.A. Red [?] claiming he had more than ten bitches [?] Peace to [?] smelly feet [?] shoe And peace to my stick-up kid [?] down in Tampa I wanna say peace to my ex-main ho [?] didn't wanna cross the country, girl, 'cause you're still hoeing, what's up Last but not least, i gotta say peace to my man Fresh Wes, Las Vegas' best From the homie Icy Mike, coukld nobody tell a bitch to get busy like [?] Get outta here, if you need us, hit me up Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest [?] And to that bullshit-talking [?] And my man Stevie [?] And to the rest of the players in this town [?] And to you fly-ass bitches in this town, i gotta say what's up to [?] Trees, Cookie [?] And to my niggas in Oakland, i'd like to say what's up to my nigga Lucky, with the flyest bitches in the stroll [?] And to my nigga [?] I'd like to say what's up to my nigga Young Mark and to the nigga Pat, who's known for laying the bitch traps, [?] And to the rest of you hoes that's in Oakland, [?] what's up to the girl Trees, and to my partner Michelle [?] And to the rest of you hoes that i forgot about, you ain't meant shit to me anyway To Bigg Money Odis....