[Hook x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
I run with the bad b**hes
Ain't no mediocre (x3)
Bad b**hes
Ain't mediocre (x3)
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now, I could make miracles to tempos
It's instrumental, waiting for the nymphos; that's the intro
Shook when you rush me, walked up and touched me
Why? Do you want to f** me?
Just ‘cause I'm paid in the worst way? True!
Lookin' kinda good in your birthday suit
I wonder if you're wild and you act shy
Do you like to be on top or the back side?
Watch me while you lick your lips
Shake your hips, goddamn, I love that sh**
Yo, let's stop fakin', be real now
I got a room and a hard-on, still down?
Met you standing at a bar full of black dudes
Said you wanna see my scars and my tattoos
When we headin' for my hideout, act right
Boss player when I ride out, that's right
[Hook x4: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
I run with the bad b**hes
Ain't no mediocre (x3)
Bad b**hes
Ain't mediocre (x3)
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Oh sh**, baby is a dime piece, more than just fine
She's personally blessed from the gods
If I seen her right now, she could get me hard
Didn't want to talk to me, just to see my car
Never had s** with a rich rap star
'Til I got her in the back of my homeboy's car
Tell me, why do we live this way?
Money over b**hes, let me hear you say
What's your phone number?
Are you alone? Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone
Time for your girlfriend to take you home
I had fun, but baby, gotta leave me alone
Picture in my rhyme
Take time to rewind these oridnary words I say
If you open your mind bet in a minute you'll find
It's time let the Outlawz play
[Hook x4: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac]
I run with the bad b**hes
Ain't no mediocre (x3)
Bad b**hes
Ain't mediocre (x3)