Too $hort — Checking My Hoes

[Chorus: Jazze Pha] Hoes, hoes Just checking my Hoes, hoes I like the way I like the way she turn a nigga on Put it in her mouth She brings me paper Takin' niggas home, turnin' niggas out [Verse 1: Too $hort] See, I made up my mind when I was only a child That I would hang with the big dogs, runnin' wild In the streets chasin' cats, they lace these macks Everywhere you go you know we take these gats So they treat us like kings, they never try to play us They wanna play with us 'cause they know why we players I got it from my daddy - boy, go tell your mama I'm watchin' cartoons, man, I won't, I'ma just Keep it to myself, and when I'm grown I'ma get a lot of women and get my pimp on Like you, and now that's what I do Got a bunch of broads just like the fuck I knew I ride through with a few, only top notches Hoes so fast you can't use stopwatches Time 'em, so when you find 'em Bend a bitch over try to rip out the linin' [Chorus: Jazze Pha] Hoes, hoes Just checking my Hoes, hoes I like the way I like the way she turn a nigga on Put it in her mouth She brings me paper Takin' niggas home, turnin' niggas out [Verse 2: Birdman] It's the pimps of the pimps player Went and hollered at $hort, come pimp with a player, bitch Baby girl, this our year You see them Lexus Coupes, so mine don't fear Gorilla pimpin', born hustlers Slash, the Number One Stunna We them hood rich niggas, been ghetto bound We worldwide hustlin', we ride Uptown It's the same ol' nigga with the platinum mouth If you ain't got no food, I ain't goin' in your house A lil' nigga, freshly chilled Ma, I don't drink no beer I'm the big type nigga in that frozen weather Chinchilla, rammin' on that soft-ass leather I'll fly in any weather, I pluck my own feather Swine on the G9, pocket full of cheddar, bitch [Chorus: Jazze Pha] Hoes, hoes Just checking my Hoes, hoes I like the way I like the way she turn a nigga on Put it in her mouth She brings me paper Takin' niggas home, turnin' niggas out [Verse 3: Too $hort] I got new bitches, quite a few bitches Too many hoes, that's my life, and you wish It was just a bunch of lies, 'cause you know it's the truth I stick and move 'cause these hoes'll do Just about anything for the low-low Sometimes I daydream about my old hoes But mostly I just look for a bitch like Stella Do what I tell her, and get my mozzarella [Verse 4: Birdman] I'll break a brick like I'll break a bitch Run a hundred miles to put some wheels on a whip Kool-Aid, candy bars, Cadillac the whip Silver and gold, barbecue out, bitch On the slab kitted out real slick Mami dressed up in her brand new fit Tailor-made Louis and she ridin' on 23's D-boy, Birdgirl, I know you know me [Chorus: Jazze Pha & (Too $hort)] Hoes, hoes (Fa sho, fa sho, fa sho) Just checking my Hoes, hoes (Bitch, yeah) I like the way (We ain't worried about how to treat a bitch) I like the way she turn a nigga on (Bitch better worry about how to treat us) Put it in her mouth She brings me paper (Yeah, bitch, rub my back) Takin' niggas home, turnin' niggas out I like the way (Suck my dick) I like the way she turn a nigga on (Cook my breakfast, bitch) Put it in her mouth She brings me paper (Yeah) Takin' niggas home, turnin' niggas out (And when you wash the dishes, get your ass back in bed) Hoes, hoes Just checking my Hoes, hoes I like the way (Yeah) I like the way she turn a nigga on Put it in her mouth She brings me paper Takin' niggas home, turnin' niggas out (Pimp shit) I like the way (Jazze Pha) I like the way she turn a nigga on Put it in her mouth (Big paper) She brings me paper (Short dog) Takin' niggas home, turnin' niggas out (It's so real) I like the way [Outro: Too $hort] You know we love it Love the way these hoes treat us Oh, we so special