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I'm not talking 'bout the queens, but (What?) – the bitches

Not the sisters, but (What?) – the bitches

Not the young ladies, but (What?) – the bitches

The bitches, the bitches, the bitches (Bitch!)

Now a queen's a queen and a stunt is a stunt

You can tell who's who by the things they want

Most chicks want minks, diamonds, a Benz

Spend up all your ends, probably fuck your friends

High-post attitudes, real rude with fat asses

Think that the pussy is made out of gold

Try to control you by slidin' up and down on the wood

They be givin' up sex for goods

Dealin' with bitches is the same old song

They only want you 'til someone richer comes along

Don't get me wrong, strong black women, 

I know who's who, so due the respect I'm givin'

While queens stand by you, and stick around, 

Bitches suck you dry and push you down

So it's my duty to address

This vampires givin' the Black man stress

Recognize what's real and not material

Or burn in hell, chasin' Polo and Guess, dumb bitches

(Bitch! Bitch!)

I'm not talking 'bout the queens, but (What?) – the bitches

Not the sisters, but (What?) – the bitches

Not the young ladies, but (What?) – the bitches

The bitches, the bitches, the bitches (Bitch!)

My man had a chick an' thought she was finger-lickin'

I knew her style, that's why I'm vegetarian

I told her she was out to get what she could get

He didn't believe me, so she bagged him up in the end

Made the pussy do tricks, then she sucked his dick

He got caught up in the grip, now he's payin' the rent

Black widow, she even killed dead presidents

That he'd owe; shouldn't have got one red cent

I'd body slam her, but I'm not a misogynist

When I see a brother gettin' nabbed, it makes me pissed

Cosmetic enchantress, scandalous temptress

The way my man went out, you'd think she was a pimpstress

Bitches come my way, I make 'em hop, 'cause I'm hip to the game

I'm not a slave, so I don't get pussy-whipped

Bear in mind, you'll lose 'em to end material riches

Fuckin' around with those bitches

(Bitch! Bitch!)

I'm not talking 'bout the queens, but (What?) – the bitches

Not the sisters, but (What?) – the bitches

Not the young ladies, but (What?) – the bitches

The bitches, the bitches, the bitches (Bitch!)

Since I've been club-hoppin', you've been ho-hoppin'

You've seen them pop up in every spot that I'm in

Any **** with a record could get your butt naked

So your man got a Lex', you live in the projects

Tryin' a flex, but you ain't the smartest

Your ass ain't the fattest, fuck around, play yourself and get dissed

I know your status, you can't touch my status

Deep down, you want this, dyin' to be famous

But you can't attain this, openin' that coochie for Gucci

Bitches like you ain't shit to me

And don't talk about "R-E-S-P-E-C-T"

'Cause I treat my Black sisters like royalty

Now go in peace, don't make me get raw

And treat you like the harlot that you are

Filthy bitches

(Bitch! Bitch!)

I'm not talking 'bout the queens, but (What?) – the bitches

Not the sisters, but (What?) – the bitches

Not the young ladies, but (What?) – the bitches

The bitches, the bitches, the bitches (Bitch!)