Dope Fiend Beat

Get back bitch, I wouldn't never kiss

I say she looks so good and she's so big

But, man oh man, that bitch can wimp

If I want to I could rock her

But I can't fuck no-head doctor

Bitches don't know that's Too $hort's tip

You might get G'd if you don't suck dick

But I'm so fresh, I'm so down

I tell you bitches the other way around

If you do me first then I do you

So the game jumps up when the bitch is true

Soon as I come all in her mouth

I smooth get dressed and roll out

I'm Too $hort, baby, fresh fresh again

One MC, one bitch broken

I tell you, baby, playin' just like that

I'm the best of the players to the ice cold rap

And, bitch, you just a bitch

You work fast food and you think you rich

You see, my game don't stop when it's on the one

I love to see you when you work that tongue

Gettin' real busy at the back of the car

Rollin' down the Skyline Boulevard

I say, "Bitch, what are you smokin'?"

A big fat dick in the big East Oakland

I see my homie, he needs to quit

He was walkin' down the street

With a big fat bitch, maybe I'm wrong

He might get every two weeks that welfare check

Oakland, California, is the city of snakes

Pimps, pussies, players and fakes

The big Oaktown, the city of liars

Fresh store wires and voltaires

A strip, bitches, nasty freaks

My raps, homeboy, with tremendous beats

She's a bitch to the dope fiend beat

All you junkies just ride

Bitches on my mind

I can't hold back, now it's the time

To bust a left nut, right nut, in her jaw

Opened eyes and guess what I saw

Bitches on my mind

Grabbed the microphone and then I started to rhyme

What would life be if it wasn't Too $hort

It be nothin' but rappers from the old New York

But that's not likely and there's no doubt

Bitches like me cause I'm turnin' it out

I'm here, there, everywhere

Sportin' fat gold rope, I'm a motherfuckin' player

Recognize game when it's in your face

As you dip to the beat and you feel the bass

Crook it up loud, would be doin' fine

Pose like a pimp and check my rhyme

Some young tender doesn't like this beat

But a bitch ain't nothin' but a word to me

I can check her, wreck her, or just get paid

Cut to the house and freak my maid

You see, she doesn't speak english but we don't talk

I call her Lucy and she's juicy, makes your eye balls walk

We never hesitate to make good love

She clean up my house and then clean me up

So check it out, you bitches

I tell you a story of rags to riches

So check it out, freak nasty

I know you're fine but you look like Lassie

Bitch, not a long ago I used to hang at the mall

Top floor, baby, all the freaks I called

And if they didn't want to come that ain't shit

I just drop a few lines and then call her bitch

Bitch!