N.W.A - One Less Bitch lyrics
[N.W.A - One Less Bitch lyrics]
The world's most dangerous group
Once again beating on
Your motherfucking eardrums
Doing much damage for all you slutty ass hoes
Yo, there was a bitch I knew on the avenue
She was good to G-O for a nut or two yo
I think her name was Clara
And she was guaranteed to give
A motherfucka whatever he needs
To be perfectly honest, she was a hooker
So I took her a hundred yards
To the boulevard
I told her "I'll take care of you
You take care of me
You've got a P-IM-P and all
I want is the money"
She went to work and the niggas were fiendin'
Yo, she had the biggest ass
That you ever seen
In fact she was like Medusa
With titties full grown
One look and your dick turns to stone, yeah
Keepin' in mind that she was the kind that
Would find the time to get mine
Because she knows I'm not to be fucked with
She ain't crazy fuckin' with Dre
She'll be pushin' up daisies
She was the perfect ho, but wouldn't you know
The bitch tried to gank me, so
I had to kill her yeah, straight hittin'
Now listen up and lemme tell you how I did it
Yo, I tied her to the bed
I was thinking the worst but yo
I had to let my niggas fuck her first yeah
Loaded up the forty-fo', yo
Then I straight smoked the ho
Cause I'm a real nigga
But I guess she figured
I was soft and she paid the cost
To the boss and got tossed
One less bitch you gotta worry about
She's outta here and that's how it turns out
Now Vicky Vicky Vicky, she's very tricky
She put her hickey on top
Of my dick, sick bitch, see?
She told me she loved me and
She wanted to keep me
If only she can have the dick weekly
I said I'm with it but baby you gotta hold up
If I was happy with somethin'
That I could fold up we can do this - she
Said her husband was rich
Then I knew I had the bitch
Yo she wrote a check, many a check
In the name of a bitch who
Was strugglin' at the same game
All I wanted to do was get P-A-ID
Just a little somethin' for fuckin' me
Yo Everything was cool but Vicky concerned me
Her husband was the District Attorney
So, before he found out he was crossed up
By his bitch I was fuckin'
I had her tossed up
And put to sleep, so a nigga never forgets
A dead bitch can't tell a nigga shit
One less bitch you gotta worry about
She's outta here and that's how it turned out
One less one less
One less bitch you gotta worry about!
Thinkin' about money
And lookin' at a prostitute
The bitch was cute, so now I had to execute
And shoot game like a real nigga
With a steel trigga
Convince her to move up to somethin' bigga
I think I had a flashback though
Cause I said "fuck it"
Loped and choked and smoked to
The ho' like this:
"Bitch, it's all about Dre the money, money
Money and this all I gotta say"
Of course she came with me
And remained with me
'Till the bitch felt lamed and ashamed to be
Workin' that trick shit
Cause niggas knew that she was short one
A little later though she caught one
In the chest and I knew that it was commin'
By who and how the all act would be done?
So what? One less bitch I gotta worry about
But that ain't how it turned out
Yo, there was a bitch named
Her out and shot her
Straight to the muthafuckin' trigger and
Said "I got her!"
But I had better plans to give her the blues
Like dumpin' her in the
River with cement shoes
I knew my money was comin' up short
And the thought that the stupid bitch
Thought she'd never get caught
Came home early and straight bust her ass
On the couch with her other
Nigga countin' my cash
I should've known she was
Like them other hoes
I told the two motherfuckaz to
Take off their clothes
Butt naked, nothin' left but the shoes
I had up a nine so they couldn't refuse
I shot the nigga, he was outta there
And tied up the bitch
To the motherfuckin' chair
Now there's one less bitch
I gotta worry about
Everybody out, that's how it turns out
One less one less
One less bitch you gotta worry about!
In reality, a fool is one who believes
That all women are ladies
A nigga is one who believes
That all ladies are bitches
And all bitches are created equal
To me, all bitches are the same
Money hungry, scandalous groupie hoes
That's always ridin' on a nigga's dick
Always in a nigga's pocket
And when the nigga runs out of money
The bitch is gone in the wind
To me, ALL BITCHES AIN'T SHIT!
One less one less
One less bitch you gotta worry about!
Once again beating on
Your motherfucking eardrums
Doing much damage for all you slutty ass hoes
Yo, there was a bitch I knew on the avenue
She was good to G-O for a nut or two yo
I think her name was Clara
And she was guaranteed to give
A motherfucka whatever he needs
To be perfectly honest, she was a hooker
So I took her a hundred yards
To the boulevard
I told her "I'll take care of you
You take care of me
You've got a P-IM-P and all
I want is the money"
She went to work and the niggas were fiendin'
Yo, she had the biggest ass
That you ever seen
In fact she was like Medusa
With titties full grown
One look and your dick turns to stone, yeah
Keepin' in mind that she was the kind that
Would find the time to get mine
Because she knows I'm not to be fucked with
She ain't crazy fuckin' with Dre
She'll be pushin' up daisies
She was the perfect ho, but wouldn't you know
The bitch tried to gank me, so
I had to kill her yeah, straight hittin'
Now listen up and lemme tell you how I did it
Yo, I tied her to the bed
I was thinking the worst but yo
I had to let my niggas fuck her first yeah
Loaded up the forty-fo', yo
Then I straight smoked the ho
Cause I'm a real nigga
But I guess she figured
I was soft and she paid the cost
To the boss and got tossed
One less bitch you gotta worry about
She's outta here and that's how it turns out
Now Vicky Vicky Vicky, she's very tricky
She put her hickey on top
Of my dick, sick bitch, see?
She told me she loved me and
She wanted to keep me
If only she can have the dick weekly
I said I'm with it but baby you gotta hold up
If I was happy with somethin'
That I could fold up we can do this - she
Said her husband was rich
Then I knew I had the bitch
Yo she wrote a check, many a check
In the name of a bitch who
Was strugglin' at the same game
All I wanted to do was get P-A-ID
Just a little somethin' for fuckin' me
Yo Everything was cool but Vicky concerned me
Her husband was the District Attorney
So, before he found out he was crossed up
By his bitch I was fuckin'
I had her tossed up
And put to sleep, so a nigga never forgets
A dead bitch can't tell a nigga shit
One less bitch you gotta worry about
She's outta here and that's how it turned out
One less one less
One less bitch you gotta worry about!
Thinkin' about money
And lookin' at a prostitute
The bitch was cute, so now I had to execute
And shoot game like a real nigga
With a steel trigga
Convince her to move up to somethin' bigga
I think I had a flashback though
Cause I said "fuck it"
Loped and choked and smoked to
The ho' like this:
"Bitch, it's all about Dre the money, money
Money and this all I gotta say"
Of course she came with me
And remained with me
'Till the bitch felt lamed and ashamed to be
Workin' that trick shit
Cause niggas knew that she was short one
A little later though she caught one
In the chest and I knew that it was commin'
By who and how the all act would be done?
So what? One less bitch I gotta worry about
But that ain't how it turned out
Yo, there was a bitch named
Her out and shot her
Straight to the muthafuckin' trigger and
Said "I got her!"
But I had better plans to give her the blues
Like dumpin' her in the
River with cement shoes
I knew my money was comin' up short
And the thought that the stupid bitch
Thought she'd never get caught
Came home early and straight bust her ass
On the couch with her other
Nigga countin' my cash
I should've known she was
Like them other hoes
I told the two motherfuckaz to
Take off their clothes
Butt naked, nothin' left but the shoes
I had up a nine so they couldn't refuse
I shot the nigga, he was outta there
And tied up the bitch
To the motherfuckin' chair
Now there's one less bitch
I gotta worry about
Everybody out, that's how it turns out
One less one less
One less bitch you gotta worry about!
In reality, a fool is one who believes
That all women are ladies
A nigga is one who believes
That all ladies are bitches
And all bitches are created equal
To me, all bitches are the same
Money hungry, scandalous groupie hoes
That's always ridin' on a nigga's dick
Always in a nigga's pocket
And when the nigga runs out of money
The bitch is gone in the wind
To me, ALL BITCHES AIN'T SHIT!
One less one less
One less bitch you gotta worry about!