Fake Ass Bitches

[little kid] Tell me about these fake a*s bitches [2Pac] 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 priveledge 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 hesitate, nigga hang up, worrrd 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) [Chorus: 2Pac] I can't stand fake a*s bitches Lyin a*s niggaz and you punk a*s snitches [repeat 2X] 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 (bitch) 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 So y'all take that shit back to y'all camp and uhh You sleep on that there, it's like [Chorus 2X] 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