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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dr. Dre
Vocals
Snoop Dogg
Vocals
Kurupt
Vocals
Daz Dillinger
Vocals
Jewell
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
Ricardo Brown
Songwriter
Delmar Arnaud
Songwriter
Tracy Lynn Curry
Songwriter
Colin Wolfe
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Producer
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Chris "The Glove" Taylor
Mixing Engineer
Greg Royal
Mixing Engineer
Willie Will
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
[Chorus]
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts, then suck the dick
Gets the fuck out after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts, then suck the dick
Gets the fuck out after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
[Verse 1]
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
Tighter than a motherfucka with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the motherfuckin' Compton streets, peep
The shit got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my motherfuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white bitch, doing the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing 'cause shit that she be doing ain't shit
Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she taking me to court
It's real conversation for your ass
So recognize and pass to Daz
[Verse 2]
Now as I'm rollin' with my **** Dre and Eastwood
Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough, up to no good
We flip-flop and serve hoes like flapjacks
Bitch, and it's like that (But we don't love them hoes)
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run up in them hoes and grab the cash and get your dash on
While you're chillin' with your homies and shit
And how my **** kick the anthem like this (Biatch)
[Chorus]
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts, then suck the dick
Gets the fuck out after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
[Verse 3]
To the store, to get me a 4-0
Snoop Doggy Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes
So I head down the streets to Long Beach
Just so I could meet a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around, so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes, hah
But I'm from Tha Pound and we don't love them hoes
How could you trust a ho? 'Cause a ho's a trick (Why?)
I don't love them tricks 'cause a trick's a bitch (Why?)
And my dick's constantly in her mouth
Turnin' them trick-ass hoes the fuck out now
[Verse 4]
I once had a bitch named Annie Mae
Used to be all in them guts like every day
The pussy was the bomb, had a **** on sprung
I was in love like a motherfucker, lickin' the pearl tongue
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figured **** wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one-time
I'm back to the motherfuckin' county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail
Uh, I gets released on a hot sunny day
My **** D.O.C. and my homie Dr. Dre
Scoop in a coupe, "Snoop, we got news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues"
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some motherfuckin' chin-checkin'
Move up the blocks as we groove up the block
See my girl's house, "Dre, pass the Glock"
Kick in the door, I look on the floor
It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my ho, yo
I un-cock my shit (Bitches ain't shit)
I'm heartbroke but I'm still loc'ed, man, fuck a bitch
[Chorus]
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts, then suck the dick
Gets the fuck out after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts, then suck the dick
Gets the fuck out after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit
[Verse 5]
Ooh, yeah, oh-oh, yeah
I don't give a fuck about a bitch (Bitches ain't shit)
But I'll let her know that she can't fade this
'Cause I'm doin' my own thing (Bitches ain't shit)
Down with the swang (Sing to these hoes)
I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thang
I say you know you can't deal (Bitches ain't shit)
'Cause I'm a bitch that's real
Motherfuckers need to step back
Hell yeah, they need to chill (Tell these motherfuckers)
Because I don't give a fuck, and I don't give a fuck (Bitches ain't shit)
And I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck (Tell these motherfuckers)
And now I gotta do some—
I gotta do some shit that's clean (Bitches ain't shit)
But when I'm on the dick, hell yeah, I get real mean, hah
Like a washing machine, I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows that I'm on the flo', ho (Bitches ain't shit)
But they can't hang with my type of swang
I ain't tryna say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones with the tip of the tongue
And then they're sprung and with their nuts hung
[Outro]
Bitches ain't shit
Written by: Andre Young, Calvin Broadus, Colin Wolfe, Delmar Arnaud, Dijon McFarlane, Ermias Asghedom, Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson, Michael Ray Stevenson, Ricardo Brown, Tracy Lynn Curry