[ 'welfare b*tch' 1 ]
Girl, your foodstamps ain't came yet
[ 'welfare b*tch' 2 ]
Girl, you're late, I got my sh*t and traded it in for a leather skirt
[ 'welfare b*tch' 1 ]
Them muthaf*ckas ain't send me my sh*t yet
But tomorrow I'm goin down there clown they muthaf*ckin ass
[ 'welfare b*tch' 2 ]
I know that's right, girl...
[Verse 1: Willie D]
Dee's about to cold get funky
On you welfare b*tches around the country
I don't give a damn if you like me or not
But this bullsh*t you're doin has got to stop
You're playin the government for a sucker
What you don't know is they're hip to you muthaf*ckas
Droppin babies one after another one
Just to increase your funky-ass income
Welfare b*tch, welfare b*tch if you could see
For this purpose, cause I believe
That a child should be born out of love
Dumb-ass b*tch, you was only thinkin of
The money which is for the kid indeed
But you took it and satisfied your own damn needs
You ain't about sh*t, you only love uno
One of these days there ain't gonna be no
Welfare
Yeah
Welfare b*tches
Welfare
Yeah
(Keep away from)
Welfare b*tches
[Verse 2: Willie D]
Sit around gettin high and drunk
Waitin on the muthaf*ckin' first of the month
They never looked for a j-o-b
Cause they're too busy watchin the soaps on ABC
You realize it's only make-believe
But yet when one died get shocked and grieve
Think Scorpio or Lucy or the rest of the crew
Give a f*ck about a po' broke ho like you?
Welfare
Yeah
(Keep away from)
Welfare b*tches
[Verse 3: Willie D]
b*tches, b*tches, b*tches, b*tches
Will trade foodstamps in a jet flash
A $65 bill get you 50 in cash
They're the muthaf*ckas that's makin it hard
For the people who really need the government involved
They have their kids lookin a mess
While they walk around sportin' Gucci and Guess
You say you love your kids, that's a goddamn lie
I said it, you wanna know why?
Cause you'se a welfare b*tch, a welfare b*tch
So is your man
Here's his muthaf*ckin' plan:
He don't have to work as long as he sees
A welfare b*tch that supports his needs
He get the three p's every goddamn day:
pus*y, pay, and a place to stay
You're a sorry muthaf*cka if you live this way
You need your ass whipped, that's what I say
I ain't livin life with a dumb po' broke ho
Willie the kid don't f*ck with no
Welfare
Yeah
(Keep away from)
Welfare b*tches
[Verse 4: Willie D]
Welfare b*tches can't do a muthaf*ckin' thang for me
But suck my di*k, cause I don't want the pus*y
You f*ck em one time and the goddamn whores
I'll get pregant and swear up and down that it's yours
I got the money so you wanna get hitched
Don't tell me that you're pregnant cause I ain't claimin sh*t
Don't try to play me cause I can't be pus*y-whipped
So stay out my face and get off my di*k
(I tell you, mister
I keeps me a welfare b*tch
How ya think I got this Benz?
I tell ya
I keeps on zipped pockets
You can ask your mama there
I always get the three p's
She give me the damn three p's every goddamn day
b*tch treat me better than she treat her kids
You know
Anywhere in the Nickel
Down the [Name], the Bottom
And ask em do they know [Name]
They'll tell you
Yeah, he take a b*tch to get the check
I'm lyin?
You could ask your mama
Maybe her son don't know
I tell you this though
I keeps on reptiles, leather, gold
Anytime you see me I'm ridin
Cause your mama bought me a gas car
Yeah
Think I'm lyin?
Ask your daddy, he was there
I pimped your father
I could tell he's a ho
He a punk
Ha-ha
I go down there and tell em I want this
Then make sure your mama get it for me
Cause I'm the man down there
You can ask anybody who runs the welfare b*tches in the Ward
Not this, not that
I'm the man!
Anybody comin down here talkin bout where they from, what they do
They don't do a damn thing
I do it all
I keeps the b*tches...)