(If she didn´t wanna fuck then she never would´ve called you) [Repeated]
Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson.
It´s all good.

[Chorus]
You ain´t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga´s riches
[Repeat]

[Verse 1: Richie Rich]

Jack of all trades ballin´ like Jordan you punk
fake inside the paint in fact I know you can´t
do half of the shit that you was claimin´ in the county
Suckas on yo jock you claim you run the block
Polyurethane busta cracked in half
you claim you folding bank but I know yo bank stank
I lived around the corner I seen you fully smoked
Must I say some more you weighed a buck 04
you sold ya TV for a buck cause it was way too late
Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight
You´s a baller lying to them youngstas quick
got them thinking you sick and representing yo click
But you´s an old basehead kickin´ too much hype
yo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes
And if they knew yo identity
you´d probably be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh)
You ain´t got to lie to kick it.

[Chorus 4x]

[Verse 2: 2Pac]

You ain´t got to lie to kick it
y´all don´t hear me
I got these niggas yackin´ in my face
about some shit that never took place
And what you see is what you get
that´s what he told me
I peeped it in his pose
exposed the fucking phony
I´m gettin´ richer so they claim to be my homie
with them bitches they be freaky
they don´t know me
Hey it´s gettin drastic
Gunnin niggas down cause they plastic
Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked
and stuffed in a casket
Rippin´ the shit like it´s my muthafucking last hit
Hey they wonder why a nigga´s nothin´ nice
and everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson
Cause I know the real on the bitch
she got to skit ya just to get a nigga´s riches (fuck that bitch)
I pray to God that the bitch don´t get no dick
and got a nigga screamin´ Fuck That Bitch!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Pac & Rich]

Well if a bitch´ll be a bitch
Then a trick´ll be a trick
I´ve got my nigga Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix
this is Thug Life baby rollin´ hoes like Vogues
Stay the fuck up out of mine
and I´ll stay out of yours
It´s a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn´t understand
This Tanqueray got me screamin´ Fuck yo´ man.
But now you beefing on the strength
that you was thinkin´ I was jocking
Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I´m steady clockin´
and if it ain´t about a buck I gives a fuck
it´s raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck
so what´s up with them low life bitches tryin´ to play me
Bitch you better see Trojan about yo´ baby (Ha ha)
Trickin´ niggas better catch up on they pimpin´
Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slipping

[Chorus ´til end]