Too $hort (too Short) - Checking My Hoes lyrics

[Intro/Chorus: Jazze Pha] Hoes, hoes Just checking my Hoes, hoes I like the way I like the way she turn a n***a on Put it in her mouth She brings me paper Takin n***az home, turnin n***az out [Too $hort] See I made up my mind when I was only a child That I would hang with the big dogs, runnin wild In the streets chasin cats, they lace these macks Everywhere you go you know we take these gats So they treat us like kings, they never try to play us They wanna play with us cause they know why we players I got it from my daddy, boy go tell your momma I'm watchin cartoons man, I won't, I'ma just keep it to myself, and when I'm grown I'ma get a lot of women and get my pimp on Like you, and now that's what I do Got a bunch of broads just like the f** I knew I ride through with a few, only top notches Hoes so fast you can't use stopwatches Untyin 'em, so when you firin 'em Bend a b**h over try to rip out the linin [Chorus] [Birdman] It's the pimps of the pimps player Went at hollered at $hort, come pimp with a player beotch! Baby girl, this our year You see them Lexus Coupes, so mine don't fear Gorilla pimpin, born hustlers slash, the number one stunna We them hood rich n***az been ghetto bound We worldwide hustlin, we ride Uptown It's the same ol' n***a with the platinum mouth If ye ain't got no food I ain't goin in ya house A lil' n***a, freshly chilled Ma, I don't drink no beer I'm the big type n***a in that frozen weather Chinchilla, rammin on that soft-a** leather I'll fly in any weather, I pluck my own feather Swine on the G9, pocket full of cheddar beotch! [Chorus] [Too $hort] Got new b**hes, quite a few b**hes Too many hoes, that's my life, and you wish it was just a bunch of lies, cause you know it's the truth I stick and move cause these hoes'll do just about anything for the low-low Sometimes I daydream about my old hoes But mostly I just look for a b**h like Stella Do what I tell her, and get my mozzarella [Birdman] I'll break a brick like I'll break a b**h Run a hundred miles to put some wheels on a whip Kool-Aid, candy bars, Cadillac, whip Silver and gold, barbecue out b**h! On them slab kitted out real slick Mommy dressed up in her brand new fit Tailor made Louis and she ridin on 23's D-boy, Birdgirl, I know you know me [Chorus] [Too $hort over Chorus] We ain't worried about how to treat a itch b**h better worry about how to treat us Yeah, b**h, rub my back [second half of Chorus] [Too $hort - still over Chorus] s** my dick, cook my breakfast b**h Yeah, when you wash the dishes get your a** back in bed [Chorus] [second half of Chorus] [Too $hort - over Chorus again] Yeah Pimp sh**! Jazze Pha Big Baby Short Dawg, so real You know we love it Love the way these hoes treat us Oh we so special!