N.w.a. - One Less b**h lyrics

The world's most dangerous group Once again beatin' on your mothaf**in' ear drumbs Doin' much damage for all you s*utty a** ho's Yo, there was a b**h I knew on the avenue She was gettin' G oh for a nut or two yo I think her name was Clara and she was garunteed to give a Muthaf**a whatever he needs to be perfectly honest she was a hooker So I took her - a 100 yards, to the blvd I told her "I'll take care o' you, you take care o' me" You've gott a P I M P and all I want is the money She went to work and the n**uz were fiendin' yo She had the biggest a** that you ever seen In fact she was like medusa Her tities fully grown A look and your dick turns to stone yeah keepin' on 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 should be pushin' up daisies She was the perfect ho' but what do you know the b**h tried to gag 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***az f** her first yeah Loaded up the 44 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 outa here and that's how it turns out Now Vikky Vikky Vikky, she's very tricky She put her hicky 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 wanted 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 cheque name me a cheque 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 Vikky concerned me Her husband was the District Auterny So, before he found out he was crossed up 'Bout his b**h I was f**in' I had to tossed her And put you slick - some n***a never forget A dead b**h can't tell a n***a sh** One less b**h you gotta worry about She's outa here and that's how it turned out One less, One less, One less b**h you gotta worry about! [Muthaf**in' right!] One less, One less, One less b**h you gotta worry about! Thinkin' about money, and lookin' at a prostitute The b**h was cute, so now I had to excecute And shoot game like a real n***a With a still 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***az knew that she was someone A little later though she called 1 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 you gotta worry about But that ain't how it turned out.. 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 sea net shoes I knew my money was commin' up sho' And the thought that the stupid b**h thought she'd never get cought Came home early and straight bust her a** On the couch with the other n***a countin' my cash I should've known she was like the motha ho's I told the 2 Muthaf**az to take off their clothes bu*t naked nothin' left but the shoes I had up a 9 so they could'nt refuse I shot the n***a he was outa there And tied the b**h to the Muthaf**in' chair Now there's one less b**h I gotta worry about Everybody out, that's how it turns out One less, One less, One less b**h you gotta worry about! One less, One less, One less b**h you gotta worry about! .... MIX with Easy E sayin' : 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 scandlist groopy ho's that's always riding 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! One less, One less, One less b**h you gotta worry about! One less, One less, One less b**h you gotta worry about! ...