Check Yourself lyrics

by

Too $hort


[Intro: D Nice & (Too $hort)]
You know $hort
A lot of people out there want to be my friend, you know
Just because I got a little hit record out, you know I'm sayin'
(I know, I know, rap groupies, you know haha)
Definitely rap groupies
You know what I'm sayin?
Yo, we should do a little somethin for 'em, you know
(Check em, let's just check em, check em real quick)
Let's check em, man

[Chorus]
I know that you are out for my wealth
You better just check yourself
Cause in these days we don't go for that
So you better try someone else
I know that you are out for my wealth
You better just check yourself
Cause in these days we don't go for that
So you better try someone else

[Verse 1: D Nice]
Now I can recall the first time I was out on tour
With my boy Too $hort, leavin' everyone in awe
I met this little honey, she said, "Hi, my name is Bunny"
I never would have thought she was out for my money
Now she appeared to me to be smart and legit
Equipped with hips that'll break your whole sh*t
But before that I can get a chance to knock it
The goldigger's goldiggin' in my pocket
First she tried to say that she was playin'
She musta thought I was a fool cause she was sayin'
"Ugh, oh D-Nice, I want you, I want you"
I wouldn't try to trust her even if I want to
I wanted just to smack her in the face
But hittin' females is just a bad mistake
I guess tryin' to get your money is a hobby or a sport
Cause next she tried to kick it to my boy Too $hort

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
It's kinda funny, you want money from a pimp
(Biatch) you're thinkin' like fifty percent
I put my foot in your ass and then I owe you the rest
I know the game, hoe, cause I'm the best
Playin' broads ain't based on luck
You want money? I want to f*ck
And after we do all that
I'm takin' my money back
Biatch, kiss my pimpin' ass
Cause all the time I didn't have this cash
You wouldn't call, wouldn't give me a number
I couldn't see ya like Stevie Wonder
I made a hit record, now I got money
You want to play Short Dog for a dummy
You're so cool cause you think I'm rich
You know you want to be my b*tch
I'm not single, baby, not for you
f*ck a b*tch, and that's the goddamn truth
If I was you, I wouldn't hold my breath
Cause all you money-hungry hoes might starve to death

[Chorus]
I know that you are out for my wealth
You better just check yourself
Cause in these days we don't go for that
So you better try someone else
I know that you are out for my wealth
You better just check yourself
Cause in these days we don't go for that
So you better try someone else
[Scratching]

[Verse 3: D Nice]
Now I'm not tryin' to come down too hard
If you need some money, you should go and get a job
But this one does not go out to all women
Just those who try to kick game for a livin'
Cause I'm not the one to be played
So don't step to me when you want to get paid
Cause you're the type of woman that survives on greed
Yo $hort, won't you tell her what she needs

[Verse 4: Too $hort]
What you need is some type of financial support
You won't get sh*t from your boy Too $hort
I don't pay b*tches and never will
I'm too busy tryin to pay my bills
I understand your reason for tryin'
But I been mackin since '79
You better check yourself before you wreck yourself
Short Dog's in the muthaf*ckin house, b*tch

[Chorus]
I know that you are out for my wealth
You better just check yourself
Cause in these days we don't go for that
So you better try someone else
I know that you are out for my wealth
You better just check yourself
Cause in these days we don't go for that
So you better try someone else
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