Foxy Brown, N.O.R.E. - It's Hard Being Wifee lyrics

Ugh, ladies, y'know how that sayin' goes
Be careful what you ask for in life
Cause you just might get it
Dependin' on what you ask for, what you get?
You might not be able to get out of
You heard? Ugh

Niggas might take advantage if you let 'em
Play your cards right
And if you fuck 'em in the same night
Make sure that he don't snitch
Must be up to sumpin' or be lyin' on his dick
Shit, you know how niggas flick
From gettin' pussy to head
'Til you spent yo' brant and blew his dick
Especially if he trick, shit
Don't complain bitch
Do yo' thang and cop that ring
When he hit you with that game, you be like
"'Ight, dude, whatever" and sleep on it
Put like a week on it


Get the Benz Jeep and creep on it
Do you like yeah, faggot, screw you
Fuck am I to do now? Just lay
Back like I'm that lame bitch
Dude, I'm that same bitch
Don't you know? Never cross no ho
Especially if she was Wifee and she
Know where the stash go
Fuck you wildin' fo'? Who you stylin' fo'?
And the truth is he fuckin'
With the deuce kid
He don't know that I stick and move
Get him right for that Chyna White
Nothing to lose, and I see right through him
Yeah, we fuckin' tonight
And the Duke ain't what he
Talkin' then I'm truckin' tonight
And if he sweet with the big ones
I'm lucky tonight
And if he packin' like he yappin'
I'm doin' him right

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
And the dope that he slanging
In the hood ain't that Chyna White
We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Cause he just ain't right
We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Cause he just ain't tight
Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
And the dope that he singing
In the hood ain't that Chyna White
We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Cause he just ain't right
We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Cause he just ain't tight

Ughh, mostly, they'll play you closely
Especially if you fuckin' 'em
And he think you trustin' him
Damn bitch, you lovin' 'em
Impressed like that
Bomb head, e'ry night, is the sex like that?
Yeah, you ain't know
I would stress like that
Over due, not his ones
He don't handle like that
Shoulda known not to fuck wit
No light weight cats
Rollin' doves in his stacks
I ain't fuckin' wit that i'm like 'Dude
Where the fuck is yo' big heads at?'
And you know how I get down
I don't pumps like that plus he act funny
And he only fuck with track money
And I'm, seven zero platinum plack
Money, it's not a game, nigga
And like Sparkle, Be Careful What You Say
Nigga the kind of cat that make you wonder
If he was sent to do this
Put it down for you
First chick he ever cried fo'
Never had a chick that raps like this
Ain't impressed for no C cuz
We straight like this
And he makes it very clear
Baby mothers don't exist
They just some Fox haters
And condom breakers, ya heard?

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
And the dope that he singing
In the hood ain't that Chyna White
We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Cause he just ain't right
We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Cause he just ain't tight
Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
And the dope that he singing
In the hood ain't that Chyna White
We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Cause he just ain't right
We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Cause he just ain't tight

Ugh, the situation is
Y'all chicks be fuckin' with
That mistress shit
Bad broke, if it's not for the dough
I split's with the quickness
Pleads no fifths, leaves no traces, ya heard?
What the fuck is this? Payback shit?
Is it God striking me for some way back shit?
I'm like, damn
Was the bitch really foul like this?
And my loc'n just to think
I should slash my wrist
Am I seven for me thinkin'
I should total my six
Or just straight spazz out
Fuck his man and split
Take the code to the safe
And just empty his bricks on the low
But I know that he love when I flip
Ya'll bet the note
Had him throw the smash game
Shit, I got the ring bitch and his last name
Any bitch could do a nigga whole bit
Any bitch could luck up and have a kid
Any chick could fuck a nigga for spite
But the nigga got to love you
If he make you his wife
Ughh, ya'll chicks is lonely
I'm ownin' that dick
And on top of all this bullshit
I'm still his chick

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
And the dope that he singing
In the hood ain't that Chyna White
We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Cause he just ain't right
We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Cause he just ain't tight
Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right
And the dope that he singing
In the hood ain't that Chyna White
We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Cause he just ain't right
We say fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Cause he just ain't tight