[Ja Rule]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You talk too much sh**
You know n***az always talkin bout b**hes ain't sh**
Money over b**hes
But give all our money to the b**hes any f**in way
(I love my b**h) So I'ma send some love out
to the b**hes, holla
[Verse One]
sh**, here's somethin to remember
When we met that day in September
But, you've been gone since November
Had to finish out yo' last college semester
Her major - brokerage investor
She probably go broke tryin to invest her
time and money in somethin that she call love
Cause, she love f**in with thug n***az
That alwasy get high and had to be drug dealers
Eventually, she hooked up with some hood b**hes
The hood b**hes turned her on to strippin
Now the, gettin is good and it's well understood
That money on the wood can make things get harder
Be glad I'm not a pimp, if I was I'd charge ya
But for all that you go through, just thought I'd let you know
Hoes need love too, I'm f**in witchu
[Chorus: Ja Rule]
n***az need to read the man-u-al
To seperate your housewife from a hoe
Cause there's no rules to this sh** here
Am I makin myself clear?
What she don't know won't hurt her y'all
So keep big pimpin on the low
Cause there's no rules to what I do
And I know, hoes need love too
[Verse Two]
You know what they say right? b**hes ain't sh**
And all men are dogs cause we just wanna f**
Sundown to sun up, one up on a hoe
I might go down on the low, that's just me though
From L-A-X to Heathrow, I'm one of them n***az
that really doesn't need no, introduction
When I met her she was "Girl, Interrupted"
Grew up became a woman not to be trusted
Frustrated and flustered, living amongst
these thieves hoes and hustlers, I'm diggin what's next
She had a studio apartment in the projects
With her and her girl from D.C. used to bus checks
And hold the coke, her n***az ain't sold yet
In hopes the copes don't know about all this
Shiiiiit, for all that you go through
Just wanna let you know, hoes need love too
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Fake nails, fake breasts, fake eyes too
It's oh-four, and that's kinda what we used to
But you don't holla back like you used to, but I ain't mad at cha
I'm happy for a b**h, even if I can't have her
I remember when you was down in Atlanta
Workin gentlemen's clubs and you didn't even know what a gentlemen was
Forty to love and I wanna serve
That body like Serena's with less curves
But actions speak louder than words, and you gettin your money
Mami every month, 15th and 1st
sh** could be worse, you could be in the struggle
Or born with no a** and have nothin to hustle
Go on flex your muscle, cause that ain't the case is it?
Go on get your paper keep flossin on these b**hes
Cause for all that you go through
Just thought I'd let you know, hoes need love too, I'm f**in witchu
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Ja Rule]
Ha ha ha, yeah, Rule