Victim of The Pimp sh*t 1993 lyrics

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
The victim of the pimp sh*t
(Victim of the pimp sh*t)
(Pimp sh*t, pimp sh*t)

[Verse 1: Killa B]
Now, since I'm a killer, it's time for me to kill all these stupid ass b*tches
Who don't know the deal, and if you wanna suck up on my long black di*k
Then fall to your knee, so I can treat you like a trick
As it's pimpin' it's the name of the game that I claim
Watch me reach the jimmy-hat, b*tch
'Cause it's time, to do the wild thing (Wild thing, wild thing, wild thing)
And when I stroke, I might stroke, with a pimp stroke
You suck my di*k long enough, you might choke, b*tch
I'm tired of this motherf*ckin' f*ck sh*t
It's time, to get rid of these punk ass b*tches, with the quickness
The "B" will never get hoes to loss, 'cause I'm the boss
To break it down, it's time for the holocaust
I'm kickin' some organized rhymes but I think it's time
To rip off this motherf*ckin' track, with the drop of a dime and all your hoes on the creep, dip, don't even slip, sit down and witness this motherf*ckin' pimp sh*t (Motherf*ckin' pimp sh*t, pimp sh*t, pimp sh*t, pimp sh*t)

[Verse 2: 8Ball]
One, to the motherf*ckin' two, to the motherf*ckin' three, to the motherf*ckin' four, now you know, ho
Gotta go, soon after I pull my di*k outta' you
And If I have to slap your ass, that's what a pimp gotta do
f*ck you, pay me every time I stick my di*k in you
Kickin' some realer pimpin', that's why I'm always hittin' you
Takin' and breakin' and takin' a hoes money
So I stay rich, 'cause ain't nobody dumber
Then a weave wearin' freak b*tch
Flaugin ass livin ho with a bad habit?
You wanna sell your pus*y and the money
I gotta have it, bring it to the
P, the I, the M, the P, that's me
F-A-T-M-A-C-K, pimp successfully
Orange Mound, [?] breakin' hoes, makin' hoes
Pay me what I weight, now, that's how that sh*t go, ho
Drop off your dough, now hit your knees
I'ma fat rat, b*tch, so drop off the cheese
I won't say please, now I just smack you with my di*k
I'm 8Ball, b*tch, now switch to—
(Pimp sh*t, pimp sh*t, pimp sh*t)
[Verse 3: MJG]
One to the motherf*ckin' two
Motherf*ckin' three, what the f*ck you gonna' do?
To a pimpin' ass n*gga, spittin' game to the hoes
Smokin' on a sack, in the 'Lac, with the vogues
Rollin' down a strip, can't slip, hit a dip
Drankin' on the Yak, leaned back, take a sip
Skimmin' all the b*tches, for the richest on the job, of a pimpin' ass n*gga pimpin' hoes, and can't stop
So why not drop you drawers, then open your esophagus, bent that ass over with a smack and then I try to f*ck
Pull out the stitches that you had, from the last n*gga
Had a tight pus*y, 'til I hittin' her as the [?]
b*tches live their lives, to impress than they b*tches mad
n*ggas live their lives, to survive any way they can
But n*ggas be breakin' bad and hoes, be talkin' mad
People you thought were cool, they stabbin' you in your back
But I stay strong in the game, 'cause I gotta aim, to do what the other pimps respect, 'cause I want the same
Hand me the mic, I fired up and it's lit
Just like a square, In the hours of pimp sh*t
(Pimp sh*t, pimp sh*t, pimp sh*t)