( 'welfare b**h' 1 )
Girl, your foodstamps ain't came yet
( 'welfare b**h' 2 )
Girl, you're late, I got my sh** and traded it in for a leather skirt
( 'welfare b**h' 1 )
Them muthaf**as ain't send me my sh** yet
But tomorrow I'm goin down there clown they muthaf**in a**
( 'welfare b**h' 2 )
I know that's right, girl...
( VERSE 1: Willie D )
Dee's about to cold get funky
On you welfare b**hes around the country
I don't give a damn if you like me or not
But this bullsh** you're doin has got to stop
You're playin the government for a s**er
What you don't know is they're hip to you muthaf**as
Droppin babies one after another one
Just to increase your funky-a** income
Welfare b**h, welfare b**h if you could see
For this purpose, cause I believe
That a child should be born out of love
Dumb-a** b**h, you was only thinkin of
The money which is for the kid indeed
But you took it and satisfied your own damn needs
You ain't about sh**, you only love uno
One of these days there ain't gonna be no
Welfare
Yeah
Welfare b**hes
Welfare
Yeah
(Keep away from)
Welfare b**hes
( VERSE 2: Willie D )
Sit around gettin high and drunk
Waitin on the muthaf**in first of the month
They never looked for a j-o-b
Cause they're too busy watchin the soaps on ABC
You realize it's only make-believe
But yet when one died get shocked and grieve
Thank Scorpio or Lucy or the rest of the crew?
Give a f** about a po' broke hoe like you?
Welfare
Yeah
(Keep away from)
Welfare b**hes
( VERSE 3: Willie D )
b**hes, b**hes, b**hes, b**hes
Will trade foodstamps in a jet flash
A $65 bill get you 50 in cash
They're the muthaf**as that's makin it hard
For the people who really need the government involved
They have their kids lookin a mess
While they walk around sportin Gucci and Guess
You say you love your kids, that's a goddamn lie
I said it, you wanna know why?
Cause you'se a welfare b**h, a welfare b**h
So is your man
Here's his muthaf**in plan
He don't have to work as long as he sees
A welfare b**h that supports his needs
He get the three p's every goddamn day
p**y, pay, and a place to stay
You're a sorry muthaf**a if you live this way
You need your a** whipped, that's what I say
I ain't livin life with a dumb po' broke hoe
Willie the kid don't f** with no
Welfare
Yeah
(Keep away from)
Welfare b**hes
( VERSE 4: Willie D )
Welfare b**hes can't do a muthaf**in thang for me
But s** my dick, cause I don't want the p**y
You f** em one time and the goddamn who*es
'll get pregant and swear up and down that it's yours
I got the money so you wanna get hit
Don't tell me that you're pregnant cause I ain't claimin sh**
Don't try to play me cause I can't be p**y-whipped
So stay out my face and get off my dick
(I tell you, mister
I keeps me a welfare b**h
How ya think I got this Benz?
I tell ya
I keeps on zipped pockets
You can ask your mama there
I always get the three p's
She give me the damn three p's every goddamn day
b**h treat me better than she treat her kids
You know
Anywhere in the Nickel
Down the (Name), the Bottom
And ask em do they know (Name)
They'll tell you
Yeah, he take a b**h to get the check
I'm lyin?
You could ask your mama
Maybe her son don't know
I tell you this though
I keeps on reptiles, leather, gold
Anytime you see me I'm ridin
Cause your mama bought me a gas car
Yeah
Think I'm lyin?
Ask your daddy, he was there
I pimped your father
I could tell he's a hoe
He a punk
Ha-ha
I go down there and tell em I want this
Then make sure your mama get it for me
Cause I'm the man down there
You can ask anybody who runs the welfare b**hes in the Ward
Not this, not that
I'm the man!
Anybody comin down here talkin bout where they from, what they do
They don't do a damn thing
I do it all
I keeps the b**hes...)