Too $hort (too Short) - Check That b**h lyrics

[Chorus] Folding this paper, getting my grip n***a, I'm a player, n***a, I'm a pimp Don't holla at me, these hoes is a trip Don't try to check me, you better check that b**h Check that b**h (Repeat 8X) n***a [Verse 1] [Too $hort] It's never too late to learn the game Don't call me trying to earn the name If you don't want sh** Trying to take up for that punk b**h You hella square…I don't f** with it All you gotta do is tell her how you feel Just be honest, it ain't hard being real If she f**ing with the next man, you gon' be her ex man And don't let me catch you stressin' [E-40] Stressin', let me give they a** a lesson, $hort Some of these so-called players being acting like a dork They get behind closed doors, they poodle up Let they b**h treat ‘em like a mutt There's rules and regulations in the Book of Mackin' If she ain't your main broad you can't be a captain And even if she is, she better show you ‘speck Just in case, always have another b**h on deck b*atch! [Chorus] [Verse 2] [E-40] Folding this paper, getting my grip I came in the game already laced and equipped Got the game from the G's, the hustlers and the pimps If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense (UH!) I ain't never been a square even though I drive a box Had a couple warrants so I cut my dreadlocks Tweeters, horns, woofers, 40 and them is what I knock Slide down the block, life savings in my socks [Too $hort] The homie got k**ed The other n***a went to jail All behind a female He about to do life, he about to have a funeral And nobody wins Ain't no game like a low budget pimp Shoulda put a checkmark on her forehead Stop simpin' and tell her what $hort said [Chorus] [Verse 3] [Too $hort] I don't know what you drinking Must be drunk, what the f** you thinking? A real player, that's all I wanna be You mad ‘cause you heard she was all up under me? Now you wanna text my phone like a b**h You need to quit, with that little girl sh** You better check her, so you can live your life, mayne Is that your real b**h or your side thang? [E-40] Todd, I seen this main one in the club last night Her and a couple of friends dressed in all white Like some virgins, acting hella proper Like they've never been touched, drinking hella vodka Pants hella tight, grown Coochie bite, camel toe, on Wrecked, ready to get gone You know why? ‘Cause he ain't never home b*atch! [Chorus]