Too $hort — What The Fuck

[Verse 1] What the fuck is wrong with Too $hort? What the fuck you tryin' to make somethin' new for? Why that nigga keep spittin' all that game? Why he still gettin' bitches? This shit is insane All my life I've been writin' these verses Learned the game 'cause I like to go in pussy and purses It feels good to be a muthafuckin' pimp Sometimes I knock a bitch just to do it on the strength Every time you see me, I'm on 'em That's how we was raised up in Northern California She bought it all and if you gotta ask why You ain't on the case, man, you not a P-I Don't trip, I know what's up with you You take her shopping and the bitch ain't even fuckin' you Nigga, you 'bout as sorry as they come They took you to a strip club and bought up all the ones [Chorus] What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck, bitch! [Verse 2] What the fuck is wrong with some of you bitches? Waitin' on a wealthy man to come through with riches And shower you with presents - what's the mission? You shoulda been a ho 'cause there's really no difference What you want - a marriage and babies with a millionaire? But not too many ladies get to live in here You better stay in school 'Cause old sluts with ball players just ain't too cool Spent all them years on your back Hella niggas with contracts, they fucked that Bitch, you got some things on your mind Used to be a dime and now you ain't so fine And all the little girls wanna be just like you They wanna fuck a rich nigga too You worse than me - you not a good role model Offer her a shot, the bitch drank the whole bottle [Chorus] What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck, bitch! [Verse 3] So I had to do it all again What happened to the game? I can't call it, pimp You tell me - we let the squares change the rules Snitchin' is cool and y'all trickin' like some fools What the fuck you niggas thinkin'? And where the fuck is all the muthafuckin' kingpins? What would life be without snitches and the feds? A mattress full of money, two bitches in the bed It's hard to get around them federal guidelines Too many real niggas sittin' on the sidelines While bitch niggas keep playin' a role You know you not a gangsta, what you sayin' it for? Picked up the phone and said, "Who is this?" You got your own label and you're in the music biz? But you never put out shit, you never had a hit And never went to the bank to deposit one check [Chorus] What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck, nigga! BITCH!