Too $hort (too Short) - Better Player lyrics

Yeah man These n***as always comin' up to me Talkin' bout How do I feel about this b**h And that b**h, and what do I think Man.. know what I tell these n***as? Man I ain't trippin' on you and your ho, man Got my own b**hes I got my own ho's, n***a (Verse 1, Too $hort) Now I don't really care about'cha Benz Or ya light-skinned b**h Could give a f** who ya tell You don't like this sh** The fact still stands You got one girlfriend And I feel like The whole world pimp I can't be like you You always actin' fake I could tell you how much A real mack can make A million dollars ain't sh** to spend I get some new ho's, and get it again So don't tell me, what'chu wish for You wanna be kept, by a rich ho? b**h a** n***a, tryina lic me a lic She better pay me right now If she wanna get some dick I told you, got the game from the old n***as Every time I park my car, I come to gold-diggers With the "Easy p**y" sign, on display If you lookin' for some money Don't come this way (Hook, Too $hort) You couldn't be a better player than me Even if you f**ed every day of the week I know you think you got it like Platinum Pete I be f**in ho's every day of the week You never could be a better player than me Even if you rolled in luxury I know you smoke coke and that top notch freak You never could be a better player than me (Verse 2, Too $hort) Now I don't really care about'cha phone book You think you're pimpin' Ya chillin' at the club Wit' all ya women You lyin' on ya dick, save the drama Got my eye on ya wife, and ya baby-mama Cause you snoozin' (You know the rules pimp) Ya b**h is choosin' (You 'bout to lose them) Yellin', "get'cho a** in this car b**h!" But I'm much too fast with this hard dick Short Dogg took ya broad, it just can't be Your b**h s**ed me n' f**ed me n' then she thanked me I know the whole story, you ain't servin' it right I'll probly slide by, and put some work in her night (Hook, Too $hort) You couldn't be a better player than me Even if you roll in luxury I know you smoke coke and that top notch freak You never could be a better player than me b*atch! (Verse 3, Too $hort) Now I don't really care If you f**ed the richest b**h on Earth You could be a gigolo and couldn't get more work Cause I'm a player from way back Taught by the best, no way you could say That I was short like the rest Of y'all half steppin', lil' dick wanna-be big-wheeler's Got a bad case of the Syphilis In the studio, you're make-believer's In real life, you're more like, they can't foresay this You rushin' to the scene, savin' ho's Every time you come across them, crazy folks You cuff 'em, hurry up and get 'em to safety But sooner or later, the b**h gotta face me Cause I put the game down from the start And you ain't nothin' but a dumb-a** mark And do yo thang, and watch me do mine Get the b**h on the phone And let's see who's lyin' n***a (Hook, Too $hort) You never could be a better player than me Even if you roll in luxury I know you smoke coke and that top notch freak You never could be a better player than me b*atch! Couldn't be a better player than me I know you couldn't be a better player than me b*atch! Couldn't be a better player than me Even if you did it every day of the week I know you think you got it like Platinum Pete I be f**in ho's every day of the week You never could be a better player than me Even if you roll in luxury I know you smoke coke and that top notch freak You never could be a better player than me (Echo to fade) b*atch!