เนื้อเพลง B*tches Ain't Sh*t - Snoop Dogg

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 deez nutz and s*ck the d*ck
Get's the f*ck out after you're done
And I hops 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 mutharf*cka with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the muthaf*ckin' Compton streets
Peep, the sh*t got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my muthaf*ckin' 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 2
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing cuz 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

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
Ya 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: BEEEYYAAACHHH!)

(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 puts 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)
Cuz a hoe's a trick
We don't love them tricks (Snoop: Why?(echoed 3X)
Cuz 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:
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 muthaf*cka lickin' the protung
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 muthaf*ckin' county jail
6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I get's 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 muthaf*ckin chin checkin
Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the do', I look on the flo'
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-broke but I'm still loc'ed
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
Cuz I'm a btich 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 flo' 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
Witht he tip of the tongue
And then their sprung
With the nuts hung
(Dr. Dre: B*tches ain't sh*t)