I Ain’t Nothin But a Dog lyrics

[Verse 1]
I've been a dog ever since I was young
I saw The Mack and got oh so sprung
I couldn't help it, I had to be just like that
With a stable of hoes and my pockets fat
But don't trip, I made up my mind when I was 17
I ain't with no marriage and a wedding ring
I be a player for life
Forget about a wife
She just ain't my type
Cause I mack each ho and get richer
And if it ain't like that then I forget ya
I know you're just a freak, ho
You're so nasty
That's why you're staring
When you walk right pass me
b*tch, now you're looking back
All dogs must chase the cat
So here I come, I just wanna f*ck you and cut
Treat you like trampy sl*t
So much game when a homies' tough
Meet a b*tch like you and smooth come up
I have your fake-ass closing out bank accounts
Spitting straight pimp game from the Oakland-town
It's been done before and b*tch, I do it again
Break your mama, your sister and all your friends
$hort dog's on the microphone
And I won't stop macking till my bank is long
So try to break me if you wanna
From me you get nothing but drama
If you're a rich b*tch, I got a new twist
And if you're with it, b*tch
Then we can do this
Put me on the payroll
Kick me down bankroll
Buy me a Benz and keep my tank full
'Cause other than that, I don't want no broad
$hort Dog ain't nothing but a dog
[Verse 2]
I got all my game from East Oakland streets
So mother f*ck you damn sh*t-head freaks
Couldn't pay me enough to treat you right
'Cause $hort Dog ain't nothing nice
Like a sucker mother f*cker let his b*tch be boss
Tell him how much she wants
And, "Let me use your car"
I'm from Oakland, b*tch
And you can check my rap
And out here fake b*tches get slapped
Let a b*tch get bold with me
I start acting like Goldy
Tell me who's in the house now?
Shorty The Pimp
And I'm the last mother f*cker
That will pay your rent
I ain't blind, I know you're fine as f*ck
But you a tramp, b*tch
You ain't mine what's up?
Try to give me some pus*y but I want some head
And I already know everything you did
They say you f*ck like old-ass tired b*tch
But the word is out you suck some good ass di*k
And I don't want nothing if I can't get it all
You should know
'Cause I ain't nothing but a dog, b*tch
[Verse 3]
$hort dog ain't nothing but a dog
b*tch, f*ck with me she got to do it all
Most brothers try to take freaks out
I get a room and stick my di*k in her mouth
They spend money on a movie and some dinner
But $hort Dog will go straight up in her
I give b*tches no respect
The way I run my game they understand this sh*t
You couldn't be like me cause you'll just buy her things
Used to be perfume but now it's diamond rings
I remember when I f*cked your prom date
You bought her dress and everything
But she just couldn't wait
For the prom to end so she can call me up
It was our very first date
And it was cool to f*ck
Now I be doing this sh*t all the time
I got b*tches on my mind
Can't change in 1992
Cause I still gotta find some new
Sweet, black whatchamacallit? I won't say it
But if it's laying in my bed, I'm a fade it
$hort dog ain't nothing but a dog
Use to clown the hoes at the Eastmont Mall
I was acting like a pimp when I was 7
Started sucking up game at 11
And at the age of a young 14
I started knocking young hoes on the scene
Couldn't give a f*ck less about a b*tch
Thinking like that $hort Dog got rich
Now I'm making ends and you think I'm weak
Cause I'm always down at ? freaks
Tell me who's the man
And who's the mouse, b*tch?
I'm Audi-five to my dog house