(Talking)
Here's a story
About a bitch
About a bitch I once fucked wit
Now I want y'all to listen real close
Shit's a trip
Peep game

Used to have a bitch that was true to life to me
Damn near a wife to me
The bitch was just right for me
Stood by my side
Used to help me wit my hustle
Down to pack straps and a cap if we had a tussle
I used to trust her wit my riches
I be in the kitchen cookin' chickens
While she be washin' dishes
150,000 in the attic
Pager blowin' up all night, my bitch never gave a nigga static
I used to make her mad enough to kill
Lipstick on the front of my draws, man my bitch was real
'Cause she never stole nothin'
Gaffled by the FED's 3 4 times and never told nothin'
But wait
My bitch is gettin' distant on me
No more back rubs and kisses
What's happenin' wit my little misses
Too sleepy for the sex play
Now what's really going on the same shit the next day
Damn I know she wouldn't fuck around
Still I taps all my phones and records every fuckin' sound
Conversations wit her homegirl but nothin' major
I duplicates the cap code to her pager
Now i receives every beat
'Cause I'll be damned if my bitch goin' be playin' me cheap

Call it what you want but I gotta know
If my bitch fucks around then my bitch gots to go
If my bitch fucks around then my bitch gots to go

Week and a half flies by and now I
Can't trust my bitch doin shit
Track her through the mall, the cleaners, and the nail shop
The grocery store, and the health food spot
Dub you trippin I say to myself
'Is she all that?
I'm on my bitch ass like I'm lo jack'
Just hold that
I don't really like when she be callin her best friend
Pull up on the lot in a black Benz
I could smell it homie
It's goin down
These bitches bout to flirt wit some niggas and clown
Followed they ass to the Mo-Mo
Oh no
Damn this shit's for real
Now just imagine how a nigga feal
'cause I been livin wit a hoe
And worse than that a muthafucka didn't know
She got's to go
I hit the chronic 'cause
I'm on a mission
I'm havin visions
Of two dead bitches missin Christmas
I can't take it no more
I cocks my strap ?takes flight?
And kick the fuckin hinges off the door
I skimmed the room with the infared
And finds my bitch and her best friend naked in the water bed

Call it what you want but I gotta know
If my bitch fucks around then my bitch gots to go
If my bitch fucks around then my bitch gots to go

Now I'm confused
I puts my heat down
Mouth open like a muthafucka takes a seat now (?we's now?)
How long you been fuckin her?
I ain't know yo ass was on cock
Got me thinkin bout ? ?
She said I trust her like you trust me
If you trust we
Then us three could be livin in harmony
I get's to thinkin bout the pussy and the riches
Fuck it I guess I got two down bitches

Call it what you want but I gotta know
If my bitch fucks around then my bitch gots to go
If my bitch fucks around then my bitch gots to go

Ha yeah
Tell ya about these little stank ass scrags
Ain't shit
I got two of em now
Fuck em
One for this braid right here
One for this braid right here
Gotta lick this middle one
Fuck ya'll
WC CJ Mac

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Writer(s): BRIAN K ROSS, GROVER WASHINGTON, GROVER, JR. WASHINGTON, JR., LAMAR CALHOUN, WILLIAM L CALHOUN