Chorus: Kurupt

Now this this is one of them occasions
where the homies not doin it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can´t make a hoe a housewife
And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end
a bitch is a bitch, but a Dogg is a man´s best friend
So what you found you a hoe that you like
But you can´t make a hoe a housewife (wife)

[Dr. Dre]
I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip
Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip
(Where the fuck is my money?) I cannot G guilty
You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy
She on the dillzy, I take advantage
All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin Spanish
I´m mannish - get yo´ nails out my back
Slut I´m bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo´ cat
Learn the player rules, this is how I play a dude
Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes
Dollar signs are folded, I can´t control it
Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded
She sweatin me, won´t let me, broad turned fraud
Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huh
Man it´s a trip I don´t trip I´m in yo´ Lexus flexin
I left her up in Dallas, Texas - assed-out

Chorus

[Hittman]
Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her Wailin like Bunny
Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin Norstrom sales with abortion money
I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at her
Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe´s erotica
Exotic - she´s psychotic, rockin his Nautica
Soon he´ll need antibiotics (sucka bitch)
Name a sexual disease, she got it like Sam Goody
You be like, "Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?"
Fool I pity ya
We live in the city off, ballers
with more bouncin than a Zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-ya
Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her
to the Hotel, Niko, on some Sauve shit like, Rico
That´s when I caught a Vision like Coleco
A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough
Huh, have her sellin ass on Bronson Ave. and Pico

[Kurupt]
At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the Holiday Inn (say what nigga?)
I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then we´ll fuck her friends
I said I dip, dive, what can I say?
Niggaz need to stop fuckin with O.J.
Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip
And bitches ain´t shit but hoes and tricks
I had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoes
I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes
Lil´ Almond Joy, I truly enjoy
if you blew my balls, right through my drawers
Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot
From the way she was blowin, I know she does it a lot
I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters
The hoe started callin when I started boss ballin
Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh)
Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz
Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate
Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak
That ain´t shit new, I thought you knew (what?)
I knew you would, you wish you could
break a G down, break me down
But I´ma see you on the rebound (what what?) D.P. style

Chorus

{*door slams*}

[D.O.C.]
Lil´ 1/2 Dead

[1/2 Dead??]
Lil´ 1/2 Dead the money jumped out to say
ol´ Snoop Dogg on the look out boy?

[D.O.C.]
Yeahhh

[some hoe]
He gotta be MORE than 1/2 Dead
if he don´t fill my motherfuckin drink up!

[1/2 Dead??]
Or fill your motherfuckin mouth up

[D.O.C.]
Ahhhhhh-HAHAhahahahAHAHH

[some hoe]
I don´t think so!!