Lupe Fiasco, Poo Bear - Bitch Bad lyrics

Yeah, I say, bitch bad
Woman good, lady better hey hey hey hey
Now imagine there's a shorty, maybe five
Maybe four riding 'round with his mama
Listening to the radio
And a song comes on and a
Not far off from being born
Doesn't know the difference between
Right and wrong
Now, I ain't trying to make it too complex
But let's just say shorty
Has an undeveloped context
About the perception of women these days
His mama sings along, and this what she says
"Niggas, I'm a bad bitch, and I'm bad, bitch!
Somethin' that's far above average"
And maybe other rhyming words
Like "cabbage" and "savage"
And "baby carriage" and other
Things that match it
Couple of things are happenin' here


First he's relatin' the word
Bitch with his mama, comma
And because she's relatin' to herself
As most important source of help
And mental health
He may skew respect for dishonor
Bitch bad, woman good
Lady better, they misunderstood
(I'm killin' these bitches)
Uh, tell 'em, bitch bad
Woman good, lady better they misunderstood
They misunderstood

Yeah, now imagine a group of
Little girls nine through 12
On the Internet watching videos
Listening to songs by themselves
It doesn't really matter if
They have parental clearance
They understand the Internet better
Than their parents now, being the Internet
The content's probably uncensored
They're young
So they're malleable and probably unmentored
A complicated combination
Maybe with no relevance
Until that intelligence meets their
Favorite singer's preference
"Bad bitches, bad bitches, bad bitches
That's all I want and all I
Like in life is bad bitches, bad bitches"
Now, let's say that they
Less concerned with him
And more with the video girl
Acquiescent to his whims
Ah, the plot thickens: high heels
Long hair, fat booty, slim
Reality check, I'm not trippin'
They don't see a paid actress
Just what makes a bad bitch

Bitch bad, woman good
Lady better, they misunderstood
(I'm killin' these bitches)
I say, I say, I say, I say, I say, I say
Bitch bad, woman good
Lady better, they misunderstood
(I'm killin' these bitches)

Disclaimer: this rhymer, Lupe
Is not using "bitch" as a lesson
But as a psychological weapon
To set in your mind and
Really mess with your conceptions
Discretions, reflections
It's clever misdirection
‘Cause while I was rappin' they
Was growin' up fast
Nobody stepped in to ever slow 'em up, gasp
Sho' enough, in this little world
The little boy meets one
Of those little girls
And he thinks she a bad bitch and
She thinks she a bad bitch
He thinks disrespectfully
She thinks of that sexually
She got the wrong idea
He don't wanna fuck her
He think she's bad at being
A bitch like his mother
Momma never dressed like that
Come out the house, hot mess like that
Ass, titties, dressed like that
All out to impress like that just like that
You see the fruit of the confusion
He caught in a reality
She caught in an illusion
"Bad" mean good to her
She really nice and smart
But "bad" mean bad to him
"bitch" don't play a part
But "bitch" still bad to her if
You say it the wrong way
But she think she a bitch
– what a double entendre!
Tell 'em, bitch bad, woman good
Lady better, they misunderstood
I say, I say, I say, I say, I say, I say
Bitch bad, woman good
Lady better, they misunderstood
They misunderstood

Bitch bad, woman good
Lady better, they misunderstood
You're misunderstood
(I'm killin' these bitches)
Bitch bad, woman good
Lady better, greatest motherhood
(I'm killin' these bitches)