b*tches Ain’t sh*t lyrics

[Hook - Snoop]
b*tches ain't sh*t but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the di*k
Gets the f*ck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run

[Verse 1 - Dr. Dre]
I used to know a b*tch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f*ck the hoes at night
Tighter than a motherf*cka with the gangsta beats
And we was balling on the motherf*cking Compton streets
Peep, the sh*t got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my motherf*cking pockets was fat
I didn't give a f*ck where the b*tch was at
But she was hanging with a white b*tch doing the sh*t she do
Sucking on his di*k just to get a buck or 2
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothing
Now she's suing cause the sh*t she be doing ain't sh*t
b*tch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's taking me to court
It's real conversation for your ass
So recognize, and pass to Daz

[Verse 2 - Daz]
Now as I'm rolling with my n*gga Dre and Eastwood
f*cking hoes, clocking dough - up to no good
We flip-flop and serve hoes like flapjacks
(Snoop: But we don't love them hoes) b*tch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chilling with your homies and sh*t
And how my n*ggas kick the anthem like this
(Snoop: Beyach!)
[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Kurupt]
To the store, to get me a 4-0
Snoop Doggy-Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes
So I head down the street to Long Beach
Just so I could meet a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothing but homies around, so I puts my gun up
b*tches on my nuts like clothes
But I'm from Tha Pound and "we don't love them hoes"
How could you trust a ho? (Snoop: Why?)
Cause a ho's a trick
We don't love them tricks (Snoop: Why?)
Cause a trick's a b*tch
And my di*k's constantly in her mouth
And turning them trick-ass hoes the f*ck out now

[Verse 4 - Snoop]
I once had a b*tch named Mandy May
Used to be all in them guts like every day
The pus*y was the bomb, had a n*gga on sprung
I was in love like a motherf*cka, licking the pearl tongue
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure n*ggas wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one-time
I'm back to the motherf*cking county jail
6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I gets released on a hot sunny day
My n*gga D.O.C. and my homey Dr. Dre
Scooped in a coupe, "Snoop we got news
Your girl was tricking while you was draped in your county blues"
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some motherf*cking chin-checkin'
Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, "Dre, pass the Glock"
Kick in the do', I look on the flo'
It's my little cousin Daz and he's f*cking my ho, yo
(b*tches ain't sh*t)
I un-c*ck my sh*t...I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed
Man, f*ck a b*tch!
[Hook]

[Verse 5 - Jewell]
I don't give a f*ck about a b*tch
But I and her know that they can't fade this
Cause I'm doin my own thing down with the swang
I'm hanging with Death Row like it ain't no thang
I say you know you can't deal, cause I'm a b*tch that's real
Motherf*ckers need to step back, hell yeah they need to chill
Because I don't give a f*ck, and I don't give a f*ck
And I don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck
And now I gotta do some sh*t that's clean
But when I'm on a di*k, hell yeah, I get real mean, hah
Like a washing machine I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows that I'm on the flo', ho
But they can't hang with my type on swang
I ain't trying to say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones with the tip of the tongue
And then they're sprung, and with the nuts hung
(b*tches ain't sh*t)