My Baby’z Mama lyrics

[Intro]
[Baby:] "What ya doing daddy, what ya doing daddy?"
[Eazy-E:] "I'm sitting here writing this song about baby's mothers, who, uh, try to sue the daddys for child support, even though daddy's taking care of the baby. But the mother's just, you know, scandalous and I'd just like to say..."

[Verse 1]
f*ck my baby's mama, the b*tch got drama
f*ck my baby's mama
Cause she's the type of b*tch that wanna see me broke
Broker than a joke, b*tch stole my role
And every time I see the b*tch, she needs cash
She make me wanna slap her ass
Trifling b*tch, always got me in a fix
The low life Compton-shopping-swap-meet trick
I wanna kill the ho
Then slam her in the trunk of my six four
Cause yo, that ho made my di*k grow
And now her lawyer's at every show
Waiting for me to kick in my dough
But before I go, I'm on death row
Cause the b*tch had too much drama
f*ck my baby's mama

[Hook x8]
f*ck my baby's mama (that b*tch)

[Verse 2]
f*ck my baby's mama, the b*tch got drama
And I'm not the one
I should just knock her punk ass out
While I'm in court paying child support
But then I gotta deal with the father and the steel
And he's the type of n*gga that a n*gga's gotta kill
Make me kick up a grip, I don't like her
Cause the b*tch is buying skirts instead of diapers
Begging so much to hold hands it startin' to look like cuffs
I wish I never f*cked
But that's too late. How much you laid?
Cause according to your income, you might have to spend some
Time behind bars, now you find it hard
I never thought a b*tch would pull a stunt like this
I can't do another day with Pamela
So I'mma pay ya', Anna
But I'd just like to say
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I think of all the money I spent on a lawyer, I used to be an employer
But now I'm just an employee, filing bankruptcy
But now the punk b*tch can't touch me
Uh, I only call her to check up on my daughter
So now she got a restraining order
Put me to the curb and had the nerve to ask to borrow a dime
b*tch, you must be out your rabid ass mind
Huh, love for start will take much you see
The b*tch broke me so now I need a crutch
But you gotta understand a judge don't give a f*ck
About a young n*gga that's down on his luck
So I gotta put the P down and be down for the calls
And give the b*tch back her drawers
So if you're driving by and you see her
Do me a favor, give the b*tch the finger
f*ck her

[Hook]

[Outro]
You biiiiiiiitch

(Laughter), that's f*cked up
Go to hell (laughter)
We dedicate this number to you (laughter)
This one's for you
This evening's news report
See you 'round, buddy boy