One Less Bitch

The world's most dangerous group Once again beating on your motherfucking eardrums Doing much damage for all you slutty ass hoes Yo, there was a bitch I knew on the avenue She was good to G-O for a nut or two yo I think her name was Clara And she was guaranteed to give a motherfucka whatever he needs To be perfectly honest, she was a hooker So I took her a hundred yards, to the boulevard I told her "I'll take care of you, you take care of me" "You've got a P-I-M-P and all I want is the money" She went to work and the niggas were fiendin' Yo, she had the biggest ass that you ever seen In fact she was like Medusa, with titties full grown One look and your dick turns to stone, yeah Keepin' in mind that she was the kind that would find the time to get mine Because she knows I'm not to be fucked with She ain't crazy Fuckin' with Dre, she'll be pushin' up daisies She was the perfect ho, but wouldn't you know The bitch tried to gank me, so I had to kill her Yeah, straight hittin' Now listen up and lemme tell you how I did it Yo, I tied her to the bed, I was thinking the worst But yo, I had to let my niggas fuck her first yeah Loaded up the forty-fo', yo Then I straight smoked the ho 'Cause I'm a real nigga, but I guess you figured I was soft and she thank me Coughed to the boss and got tossed One less bitch you gotta worry about She's outta here and that's how it turns out Now Vicky Vicky Vicky, she's very tricky She put her hickey on top of my dick, sick bitch, see? She told me she loved me and she wanted to keep me If only she can have the dick weekly I said I'm with it but baby you gotta hold up If I was happy with somethin' that I could fold up We can do this - she said her husband was rich Then I knew I had the bitch Yo she wrote a cheque, many a cheque In the name of a bitch who was strugglin' at the same game All I wanted to do was get P-A-I-D Just a little somethin' for fuckin' me Yo Everything was cool but Vicky concerned me Her husband was the District Attorney So, before he found out he was crossed up By his bitch I was fuckin' I had her tossed up And put to sleep, so a nigga never forgets A dead bitch can't tell a nigga shit One less bitch you gotta worry about She's outta here and that's how it turned out One less, one less One less bitch you gotta worry about (motherfuckin' right) One less, one less One less bitch you gotta worry about Thinkin' about money, and lookin' at a prostitute The bitch was cute, so now I had to execute And shoot game like a real nigga With a steel trigga Convince her to move up to somethin' bigger I think I had a flashback though 'Cause I said "fuck it" Loped and choked and smoked to the ho' like this: "Bitch, it's all about Dre" "The money, money, money and this all I gotta say" Of course she came with me and remained with me 'Till the bitch felt lamed and ashamed to be Workin' that trick shit 'Cause niggas knew that she was short one A little later though she caught one In the chest and I knew that it was commin' By who and how the all act would be done? So what? One less bitch I gotta worry about But that ain't how it turned out Yo, there was a bitch named her out and shot her Straight to the muthafuckin' trigger and said "I got her!" But I had better plans to give her the blues Like dumpin' her in the river with cement shoes I knew my money was comin' up short And the thought that the stupid bitch thought she'd never get caught Came home early and straight bust her ass On the couch with her other nigga countin' my cash I should've known she was like them other hoes I told the two motherfuckaz to take off their clothes Butt naked, nothin' left but the shoes I had up a nine so they couldn't refuse I shot the nigga, he was outta there And tied up the bitch to the motherfuckin' chair Now there's one less bitch I gotta worry about Everybody out, that's how it turns out One less, one less One less bitch you gotta worry about (in reality) One less, one less (a fool is the one who believes) One less bitch you gotta worry about (that all women are ladies) A nigga is one who believes that all ladies are bitches And all bitches are created equal To me, all bitches are the same Money-hungry, scandalous groupie hoes That's always ridin' on a nigga's dick, always in a nigga's pocket And when the nigga runs out of money the bitch is gone in the wind To me, all bitches ain't shit One less, one less One less bitch you gotta worry about One less, one less One less bitch you gotta worry about