Too $hort:
I used to have a lot of b**hes
Straight down for me
Doin' anything I said, even ho on the street
But I'm a dog and I dog my broads
Guerrilla pimpin', drivin' four door cars
Ain't got no kids but them b**hes love daddy
They had to share me or them b**hes couldn't have me
Cause I'm a Mack with a capital M
Call me $hort Dog baby, put the P in the Pimp
I keep my foot in your a** and wouldn't give a f**
Get out her pocket, b**h you gettin' beat up
You see me hangin' with them n***as like jock
And every single five mile, b**hes gettin' popped
Well now I got a rep and they say I'm wrong
I beat my broad a** and she moved back home
Came in one night, I was buzzin'
b**h tried to front me for f**in' her cousin
She started yellin', man, the b**h got raw
I took one step back and went straight to her jaw
I gives a f** that the b**h left
Cause all she ever got was some good dick
And it really ain't sh** to find another b**h
Cause I'm a cool motherf**er and I'm hella rich
(Yeah) Ant Banks in the house and you know he knows
Grab the mic n***a, f** these hoes
Ant Banks:
Yeah, I'm thinkin' back 'fore a n***a just came up
Playin' games with the b**hes
Thought a n***a might change but
I was tight thinkin' everything's all right
Doin' the same sh** to a different b**h every night
Just dickin'em down like a gigolo
So you gotta peep game from a n***a though
I'm too young to get sprung so don't trip, tell'em
(Ain't no love, b**h)
So let's speak about a freak named Connie
f**ed the b**h tough, backstage at the Omni
I can't forget Constance, the b**h is so dumb
Quick to lick my nuts, s** my dick, and just hum
And these are just some hoes
That a n***a like tossed up, kinda crossed up
Turned out and lost but I ain't trippin'
They all got tramped
Used and abused till they all just vamped
And left a n***a stuck with no kind of get back
Now I even get shook by the hoodrats
Cause they know what the f** they gon' get
Took for they cash and a mouth full of dick, huh
And I hate I gotta be that way
Goin' vicious on these b**hes
Just made'em all leave today
But I know it won't last long
They sayin' f** Ant Banks
Now all my b**hes is gone
Too $hort:
All my b**hes are gone, them b**hes bounced
I had a gang of'em, now they can't be found
They ain't f**in' with $hort Dog
Cause I'm from Oakland
You f** with us b**h, somethin' gettin' broken
Your leg, arm, jaw, nose, pick a part
Oakland motherf**ers'll break your heart
Until you recognize game in your face
You's a punk a** b**h, ain't never been no place
I can't hold back, now's the time
To leave your stank fake broke a** b**hes behind
And move on like a player
I'm knockin' ghetto hoes and even squares
Secretaries, nurses, and police women
I'm flyin' first cla**, n***a, f**in' flight attendents
$hort Dog ain't nothin' but a dog, beeyatch
(Ain't nothin' new n***a, come again)
All my b**hes are gone, them b**hes cut
But I really don't give a f**
I always knew I didn't need that ho
I got the game from the motherf**in' E-S-O
And you can tell when I hit the place
All them star-struck b**hes jump in my face
And get shot to the curb like I'm the mob
Unless they givin' n***as bl**jobs
Ant Banks:
Yeah, and when a b**h wanna flirt
I put in work, treat'em all like dirt
And watch them get they feelin's hurt
Cause I'm a mack, ho, listen to this rap, ho
And you will know not to f** around
You'll get slapped, ho
For tryin' to f** up the Ant Banks program
Steady saltin' with your stanky a** toe jams
You're mad cause I wouldn't spend no time
I'm with the homies, makin' cash
Pullin' b**hes and writin' rhymes
I'm just doin' what I got to do
I'm not f**in' with you
Because your funky a** co*k is through
So now I gotta get some new hoes
Some old school b**hes
That's still ridin' trues and vogues
I want a freak with the gangsta look
That Ant Banks can hook
And the b**h better know how to cook
Cause I'm a n***a that'll eat some sh** up
Macaroni, steak, collard greens, or whatever the f**
Yeah $hort, you know how we do'em
Treat b**hes like red lights and run right through'em
I got my mack on strong and my dick on long
So f** it, all my b**hes can stay gone
Too $hort:
Mine too
Ant Banks:
You know what I'm sayin'?
Too $hort:
Yeah, beeyatch
Ant Banks:
$hort Dog in the motherf**in' house
Too $hort:
Nah n***a, you in this motherf**er
Ant Banks:
Bringin' this sh** for nine-tre and nine-four
You know what I'm sayin'?
Get in where you fit in, hoes
Too $hort:
Before you need a check up from the neck up
Ant Banks:
Peace out
f** these b**hes, man
f** these b**hes, $hort
Let's get out of here, man