Fake Ass Bitches Lyrics

The song Fake Ass Bitches is performed by 2Pac in the album named R U Still Down? (Remember Me) in the year 1997 .

Tell me about these fake a*s bitches

Look here little nigga
Most of these niggaz be bitches too
But you'll never hear that side of the story
So uhh, we finna do this shit like this

It's like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches
They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin' riches
What the f**k you think a trick is nigga
Nigga done stick and wet his d**k
And then get tricked out all his riches by a bitch

I'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya
Think you alla that just 'cause she let a nigga toss her
It's like a motherf**kin' privilege
So don't give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits

When she call ya, ask that tramp wha*sup
And if she is the type of nigga hang up, word up
And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone
And call me when you're ready to bone and it's on

A motherf**king mack tonight
Stay that stay strapped 'cause my raps is tight
You f**kin' punks, I hate you snitches
Went against the grain and the game to be fake a*s bitches

God damn, you can't just hit them niggaz with that game
And expect them to accept it, girl your heard me it gets skanless
But we gonna kick this shit like this here

I can't stand fake a*s bitches
Lyin' a*s niggaz and you punk a*s snitches
I can't stand fake a*s bitches
Lyin' a*s niggaz and you punk a*s snitches

Time to show these bustas who's boss
Run up on a real motherf**ker and get tossed
The game is deep and thicker than a motherf**kin' jimmy
Broke hoes runnin' round yellin' gimme!

I can't stand it, hoes talkin' 'bout they got a man
Shit all I wanted her to do is s*ck my d**k
So how about hittin' a motherf**ker on my pager
Busy now bitch but you can give me the pus*y later

Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of sega
f**kin' with the player that done made her, huh
And I ain't sleepin' caught you creepin' for my money
Got the d**k and now you get the pistol honey

So get the bozack, knockin' hoes back, keep my dough stacked
So where the motherf**kin' hoes at?
Punk niggaz can't fade the mack, livin' fat
Gettin' paid to rap, it's like that, you motherf**kin' bitches

Yeah, yeah that's my motto
She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-a*s niggaz
See y'all take that shit back to y'all camp and uhh
You sleep on that there, it's like

She can't stand fake a*s bitches
Lyin' a*s niggaz and you punk a*s snitches
I can't stand fake a*s bitches
Lyin' a*s niggaz and you punk a*s snitches

I can't stand fake a*s bitches
Lyin' a*s niggaz and you punk a*s snitches
I can't stand fake a*s bitches
Lyin' a*s niggaz and you punk a*s snitches

Oh you too nigga, don't think we ain't talkin' 'bout your punk a*s
You old fake a*s nigga, standin' there wearin' all them pendletons
And khakis and all that, you soft as a motherf**kin' grape
Ain't this a motherf**kin' bitch

I can see right through your flower a*s
Some of these niggaz is bitches too, man I tell ya
It's gonna be harder and harder to be a thug in ninety-fo'
But we gonna do this shit

Y'all take this shit and you play this shit for every single
Fake a*s bitch out there and there's plenty of 'em
You probably got one sittin' next to you right now
Bobbin' his fake a*s head to this, dope a*s shit that he listenin' to
Fake a*s motherf**kin' bitch, die in ninety-four

2Pac - R U Still Down? (Remember Me)

Nov 1997

Fake Ass Bitches