[Featuring Richie Rich]
(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
