Ain’t Nothin’ But a Word to Me lyrics

[Too $hort]
Now take my b*tch, she won't complain about sh*t
'Cause she's my ho, she don't belong to a trick
So when you f*ck her, and give her all your cash
I get paid, or put my foot in her ass
I won't marry the b*tch, and give her half
I get more head, and then I laugh
At that one-b*tch-sh*t, I got a gang of hoes
I get, freak, ass, lick, these balls and toes

[Ice Cube]
Now stupid little b*tches get tossed
If they don't realize I'm the motherf*cking boss
Come on down and get your ass pinched
And if you talk sh*t, get your ass lynched
'Cause I'm the B the I the T the C the H
The K the I the L the L the A
Ice Cube, a n*gga that's bigger than a nut
'Cause a b*tch is a b*tch is a ho is a sl*t

[Too $hort]
You say how can I call a woman a b*tch
It ain't nothing but a word like sh*t
Ain't no simping in my motherf*cking pimping
And all b*tches ain't women
You come home and get smooth cussed out
You gotta a b*tch with a foul-ass mouth
Scared to check her with a left hook
You'z a b*tch in my book, b*tch
[Ice Cube]
My n*gga Jinx made the mix
So punk-ass motherf*cking b*tches get the 86
I keep hoes on five
'Cause I'm f*cking more pus*y than the law allow
With my boy Too $hort
See, he quick to grab a b*tch by the throat
And slam her ass, cram her ass with a fat di*k
'Cause she's a trick b*tch

[Too $hort]
I like fat b*tches, and I like 'em slim
I'll take a fat b*tch, and stick my di*k right in
Her big fat ass, she'll make me c*m again
I'm mack daddy, b*tch, f*ck a friend
I saw your homegirl, she said what's up with us
I said nothing, f*cked her on a tour bus
She got it good too, di*ked down on the floor
The b*tch was fine, but the pus*y ain't good as yours

[Ice Cube]
She a straggler, struggler, straight salami smuggler
Every time I see the b*tch, she's looking uglier
And if you got a trick-ass on your left, sitting there with di*k on her breath
Last night she sucked my di*k, now she's kissing little man
Won't he suck my di*k and let's cut out the middle man
And if you haven't heard of me, you's a b*tch
It ain't but a word to me
[Interlude]
(I'll stop calling ya)(beeitch)
(Too $hort: Man, f*ck all these hoes, man, ya know)
(Ice Cube: Yamp ass, b*tch ass, tramp ass, sl*tty ass hoes)
(I'll stop calling ya)(beeitch)

[Too $hort]
I go hard on a b*tch, f*ck respect for ya men
I get my way with a b*tch, when I act like a pimp
Always carrying bank, but I fooled the b*tch
'Cause all she ever got was to drool on my di*k
Ice Cube will slap a ho for the f*ck of it
Just like me and that's some real sh*t
b*tch got bold with her loud ass mouth
Tough ass b*tch got knocked out
You know a b*tch ain't nothing but a word to me
Some of you punks are just scared to see
If you could call that b*tch a b*tch you would
And if you can't, you probably should
I'm spitting game to you mark ass lames
On how to get a b*tch and treat the b*tch like sh*t
You can't buy love, all pimps know that
It's all about the way old Short Dogg macks
Don't hold the b*tch hand or walk side by side
Go first class every time you fly
She'll go Greyhound, and just meet you there
I'm just an ice cold hard ass Oakland player
You want to tongue kiss, b*tch, it figures
I'll introduce you to my homeboy Richard
Also known by his nickname di*k
Now let's tongue kiss, b*tch
[Ice Cube]
I like big butts, so let it be known to the public
I bust a rap or two and the b*tches love it
I'm only out for one thang so hate me
I ain't the one, so don't try to fade me
I don't wear too much gold 'cause it's tacky
I bust a Raider hat, T-shirt and khakis
See a lot of hoes in freaky clothes every day
So I talk to 'em in any ol' kind of way
See a b*tch need a n*gga to coach 'em
So I grab my di*k and smoothly approach 'em
I say 'hi' in a friendly kind of pitch
If they ignore me then I say 'Yo, freak b*tch'
Give up the number hottie, we'll have a slumber party
See, I'll f*ck you to death and then I'll dump the body
'Cause I'm a n*gga that's bigger than crew or a gang
And when it comes to b*tches I'm only out for one thang
Yo, b*tch ain't nothing but a word to me, $hort