Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz — Bitches Aint Shit

[Intro: Lil Jon] Yeah, yeah... Lil Jon and East Side Boyz (That's right, bitch) Suga Free (Suga Free) That boy Snoop Dogg Oobie, wassup girl? And this nigga right here (Yeah) Sing it to them Nate Dogg (Hey) Sing it man [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 mane, tell 'em) And if you wonder why I say this (Yeah, yeah) I've had a lot of women and bitches think they slick (shoop-bop ??, hey) Sneakin' around fuckin around whenever were not around (Always) Actin' all sophisticated, spending money that she didn't make (Oh, ya) I get so mad that I could slap her 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 Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Don't let no girl no bitch (hey) no man no nigga 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 court these hoes straight slay a nigga No more dick in yo pussy just stick with your throat You ain't gon get no child support Playing a nigga like you my one and only Two-face hoe fucking me and my homie But I love yo gurl, naw I was just playing You say you love me if I was just paying Why I gotta be like that, why must I chase the cat Or really why must I chase the rat Nigga fucking bitches how bout that Won't you buy me a drink? (Bitch hell naw) Let me hit yo dank? (Bitch hell naw) Won't you take me to yo crib? (Bitch hell naw) Let's go to the mall (Bitch hell naw) [Chorus: Nate Dogg w/ Oobie] That's why I smoke Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Don't let no girl no bitch no man no nigga 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 Tiggle it? Slam Pimpd out, jam Tiggle it? Slam Pimpd out, jam Tiggle it? Slam Pimpd out, jam Tiggle it? 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] Thats why I smoke Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Don't let no girl no bitch no man no nigga 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 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 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 ya about a bitch Bitches are scandalous Bitches don't give a shit All a bitch want is that dick and money You ain't get no loyalty Cause a bitch gon' always scheme They love it when you fuck em' They love it when you leave em' Better yet when you mistreat em' Fuck a bitch, nigga you don't need em' You bitches, ain't getting shit 'Cause my smart dogs ain't 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)