One Less b*tch lyrics

[Intro: MC Ren + Dr. Dre]
The world's most dangerous group
Once again beating on your motherf*cking eardrums
Doing much damage for all you sl*tty ass hoes

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
Yo, there was a b*tch I knew on the avenue
She was good to G-O for a nut or two yo
I think her name was Clara
And she was guaranteed to give a motherf*cka whatever he needs
To be perfectly honest, she was a hooker
So I took her a hundred yards, to the boulevard
I told her "I'll take care of you, you take care of me
You've got a P-I-M-P and all I want is the money"
She went to work and the n*ggas were fiendin'
Yo, she had the biggest ass that you ever seen
In fact she was like Medusa, with titties full grown
One look and your di*k turns to stone, yeah
Keepin' in mind that she was the kind that would find the time to get mine
Because she knows I'm not to be f*cked with
She ain't crazy
f*ckin' with Dre, she'll be pushin' up daisies
She was the perfect ho, but wouldn't you know
The b*tch tried to gank me, so
I had to kill her
Yeah, straight hittin'
Now listen up and lemme tell you how I did it
Yo, I tied her to the bed, I was thinking the worst
But yo, I had to let my n*ggas f*ck her first yeah
Loaded up the .44, yo
Then I straight smoked the ho
Cause I'm a real n*gga, but I guess she figured
I was soft and she paid the cost to the boss and got tossed
One less b*tch you gotta worry about
She's outta here and that's how it turns out
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
Now Vicky Vicky Vicky, she's very tricky
She put her hickey on top of my di*k, sick b*tch, see?
She told me she loved me and she wanted to keep me
If only she can have the di*k weekly
I said I'm with it but baby you gotta hold up
If I was happy with somethin' that I could fold up
We can do this - she said her husband was rich
Then I knew I had the b*tch
Yo she wrote a check, many a check
In the name of a b*tch who was strugglin' at the same game
All I wanted to do was get P-A-I-D
Just a little somethin' for f*ckin' me
Yo Everything was cool but Vicky concerned me
Her husband was the District Attorney
So, before he found out he was crossed up
By his b*tch I was f*ckin' I had her tossed up
And put to sleep, so a n*gga never forget
A dead b*tch can't tell a n*gga sh*t
One less b*tch you gotta worry about
She's outta here and that's how it turned out

[Hook: MC Ren]
One less
One less
One less b*tch you gotta worry about!
[Verse 3: Dr. Dre]
Thinkin' about money, and lookin' at a prostitute
The b*tch was cute, so now I gotta execute
And shoot game like a real n*gga
With a steel trigga
Convince her to move up to somethin' bigga
I think I had a flashback though
'Cause I said "f*ck it"
Loced and choked and spoke to the hoe like this:
"b*tch, it's all about Dre
The money, money, money and that's all I gotta say"
Of course she came with me and remained with me
But the b*tch felt lame and ashamed to be
Workin' that trick sh*t
'Cause n*ggas knew that she was short one
A little later though she caught one
In the chest and I knew that it was comin'
By who and how the whole act would be done
So what? One less b*tch I gotta worry about
But that ain't how it turned out..

[Verse 4: MC Ren]
Yo, there was a b*tch named Renata then shot her
Straight pulled the muthaf*ckin' trigger and said "I got her!"
But I had better plans to give her the blues
Like dumpin' her in the river with cement shoes
I knew my money was comin' up short in the vault
But the stupid b*tch thought she'd never get caught
Came home early and straight bust her ass
On the couch with her other n*gga countin' my cash
I shoulda knew she was like them other hoes
I told the two motherf*ckaz to take off their clothes
Butt naked, nothin' left but the shoes
I had up a nine so they couldn't refuse
I shot the n*gga, he was outta there
And tied up the b*tch to the motherf*ckin' chair
Now there's one less b*tch I gotta worry about
Everybody out, that's how it turns out
[Hook: MC Ren]
One less
One less
One less b*tch you gotta worry about!

[Outro: Eazy-E]
In reality, a fool is one who believes that all women are ladies
A n*gga is one who believes that all ladies are b*tches
And all b*tches are created equal
To me, all b*tches are the same
Money-hungry, scandalous groupie hoes
That's always ridin' on a n*gga's di*k, always in a n*gga's pocket
And when the n*gga runs out of money the b*tch is gone in the wind
To me, ALL b*tchES AIN'T sh*t!

[Hook: MC Ren]
One less
One less
One less b*tch you gotta worry about!