เนื้อเพลง B*tches Ain't Sh*t - Dr. Dre

[Snoop] B*tches Ain't Sh*t but hoes and tricks...

[Chorus (Snoop (2X):]
B*tches ain't sh*t but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and s*ck the d*ck
Get the f*ck out after you're done
And I hope in my ride to make a quick run...

[Dr. Dre]
I used to know a b*tch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f*ck the hoes at night
Tight than a motherf*cker with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the motherf*cking Compton streets
Peep, the sh*t got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my motherf*cking pockets was fat
I didn't give a f*ck where the b*tch was at
But she was hangin' with a white b*tch doin' the sh*t she do
S*ckin' on his d*ck just to get a buck or two
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing 'cause the sh*t she be doin' ain't sh*t
B*tch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
It's real conversation for your ass
So recognize and pass to Daz

[Dat N*gga Daz]
Now as I'm rollin' with my n*gga Dre and Eastwood
F*ckin' hoes, clockin' dough up to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
([Snoop:] But we don't love them hoes) B*tch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chillin', with your homies and sh*t
And how my n*ggaz kick the anthem like this

[Snoop] B*tch!!

[Chorus]

[Kurupt]
...To the store, to get me a 4-0
Snoop Doggy Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes
So I head down the street to long beach
Just so I could meet, a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I put my gun up
B*tches on my nuts like clothes
But I'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes
How could you trust a hoe? [Snoop:] Why? [echoed 3X]
'cause a hoe's a trick
We don't love them tricks [Snoop:] Why? [echoed 3X]
'cause a trick's a b*tch
And my d*ck's constantly in her mouth
And turnin' them trick ass hoes the f*ck out
Now...

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
I once had a b*tch named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The p*ssy was the bomb, had a n*gga on sprung
I was in love like a motherf*cker lickin' the pearl tongue
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure n*ggaz wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherf*cking' county jail
6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I get released on a hot sunny day
My n*gga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some motherf*cking chin checking
Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the door, I look on the floor
It's my little cousin Daz and he's f*ckin' my hoe, yo
(B*tches ain't sh*t)
I uncocked my sh*t... I'm heart-broken but I'm still locked
Man, f*ck a b*tch!

[Chorus]

[Jewell]
[Dr. Dre in background "B*tches ain't sh*t"]
I don't give a f*ck about a b*tch
But I and her know that they can't fade this
'cause I'm doin my own thingdown with the swang
I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing
I say you know can't deal
'cause I'm a b*tch that's real
Motherf*cker need to step back, hell yeah
They need to chill
Because I don't give a f*ck
And I don't give a f*ck [x3]

And now I gotta do some...
And now I gotta do some sh*t that's clean
But when I'm on a d*ck, hell yeah, I get real mean
Like a washing machine
I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows
That I'm on the floor ho
But they can't hang with my type on swang
I ain't tryin' to say I s*ck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones
With he tip of the tongue
And then their sprung
With the nuts hung
[Dr. Dre:] B*tches ain't sh*t