[Intro: MC Ren]
(The world's most dangerous group...)
Once again beatin' on your mothaf**in' eardrums
Doin' much damage for all you s*utty a** ho's
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
Yo, there was a b**h 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 motherf**a 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-I-M-P and all I want is the money"
She went to work and the n***as were fiendin'
Yo, she had the biggest a** 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 f**ed with
She ain't crazy
f**in' with Dre, she'll be pushin' up daisies
She was the perfect ho, but wouldn't you know
The b**h tried to gank me, so
I had to k** 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 n***as f** her first yeah
Loaded up the forty-fo', yo
Then I straight smoked the ho
Cause I'm a real n***a, but I guess you figure
I was soft and she thank me
Coughed to the boss and got tossed
One less b**h you gotta worry about
She's outta here and that's how it turns out
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
Now Vicky Vicky Vicky, she's very tricky
She put her hickey on top of my dick, sick betsy
She told me she loved me and she wanted to keep me
If only she can have the dick with me
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 b**h
Yo she wrote a check, many a check
In the name of a b**h who was strugglin' at the same game
All I wanted to do was get P-A-I-D
Just a little somethin' for f**in' 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 b**h I was f**in' I had her tossed up
And put to sleep, so a n***a never forgets
A dead b**h can't tell a n***a sh**
One less b**h you gotta worry about
She's outta here and that's how it turned out
[Hook: MC Ren]
One less
One less
One less b**h you gotta worry about!
[Verse 3: Dr. Dre]
Thinkin' about money, and lookin' at a prostitute
The b**h was cute, so now I had to execute
And shoot game like a real n***a
With a steel trigga
Convince her to move up to somethin' bigga
I think I had a flashback though
Cause I said "f** it"
Loped and choked and smoked to the ho' like this:
"b**h, 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 b**h felt lamed and ashamed to be
Workin' that trick sh**
Cause n***as knew that she was short one
A little later though she called 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 b**h I gotta worry about
But that ain't how it turned out..
[Verse 4: MC Ren]
Yo, there was a b**h named her out and shot her
Straight to the muthaf**in' 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 b**h thought she'd never get caught
Came home early and straight bust her a**
On the couch with her other n***a countin' my cash
I should've known she was like them other hoes
I told the two motherf**az to take off their clothes
bu*t naked, nothin' left but the shoes
I had up a nine so they couldn't refuse
I shot the n***a, he was outta there
And tied up the b**h to the motherf**in' chair
Now there's one less b**h I gotta worry about
Everybody out, that's how it turns out
[Hook: MC Ren]
[Outro: Eazy-E]
In reality, a fool is one who believes that all women are ladies
A n***a is one who believes that all ladies are b**hes
And all b**hes are created equal
To me, all b**hes are the same
Money-hungry, scandalous groupie hoes
That's always ridin' on a n***a's dick, always in a n***a's pocket
And when the n***a runs out of money the b**h is gone in the wind
To me, ALL b*tchES AIN'T sh*t!
[Hook: MC Ren]