Dr. Dre – b#tches Ain’t Shit

Dr. Dre – b#tches Ain’t Shit Lyrics

Artist: Dr. Dre
Song: b#tches Ain’t Shit

b#tches ain’t sh#t but hoes and tricks
b#tches ain’t sh#t but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the f#ck out after you’re done

Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
b#tches ain’t sh#t but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the f#ck out after you’re done

Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
I used to know a b#tch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f#ck the hoes at night
Tighter than a motherf#cka with the gangsta beats

And we was ballin’ on the motherf#ckin’ Compton streets
Peep, the sh#t got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my motherf#ckin’ pockets was fat

I didn’t give a f#ck where the b#tch was at
But she was hangin’ with a white b#tch, doing the sh#t 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 sh#t that she be doing ain’t sh#t
b#tch can’t hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she taking me to court
It’s real conversation for your #ss

So recognize and pass to Daz
Now as I’m rollin’ with my n#gg# Dre and Eastwood
f#ckin’ hoes, clockin’ dough, up to no good
We flip-flop and serve hoes like flapjacks

(But we don’t love them hoes) b#tch, and it’s like that
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 sh#t

And how my n#gg#s kick the anthem like this (Biatch)
b#tches ain’t sh#t but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the f#ck out after you’re done

Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
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

b#tches 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? (Why?) ‘Cause a ho’s a trick
I don’t love them tricks (Why?) ’cause a trick’s a b#tch

And my dick’s constantly in her mouth
Turnin’ them trick-ass hoes the f#ck out now
I once had a b#tch named Annie Mae
Used to be all in them guts like every day

The p#ss# was the bomb, had a n#gg# on sprung
I was in love like a m#th*rf#ck*r, 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 n#gg#s wouldn’t trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one-time
I’m back to the motherf#ckin’ county jail
Six months on my chest, now it’s time to bail

Uh, I gets released on a hot sunny day
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 motherf#ckin’ 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 f#ckin’ my ho, yo
(b#tches ain’t shit) I un-cock my sh#t
I’m heartbroke but I’m still loc’ed, man, f#ck a b#tch
b#tches ain’t sh#t but hoes and tricks

Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the f#ck out after you’re done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
b#tches ain’t sh#t but hoes and tricks

Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the f#ck out after you’re done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
b#tches ain’t sh#t

Ooh, yeah, oh-oh, yeah
I don’t give a f#ck about a b#tch (b#tches ain’t shit)
But I’ll let her know that she can’t fade this
‘Cause I’m doin’ my own thing (b#tches 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 (b#tches ain’t sh#t, Death Row)
‘Cause I’m a b#tch that’s real

m#th*rf#ck*rs need to step back
Hell yeah, they need to chill (Tell these m#th*rf#ck*rs)
Because I don’t give a f#ck (b#tches ain’t shit), and I don’t give a f#ck
And I don’t give a f#ck, I don’t give a f#ck (Tell these m#th*rf#ck*rs)

And now I gotta do some—
I gotta do some sh#t that’s clean (b#tches ain’t shit)
But when I’m on the dick, hell yeah, I get real mean, hah
Like a washer machine, I can wash the clothes

All the hoes knows that I’m on the flo’, ho (b#tches 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
b#tches ain’t shit
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Dr. Dre Lyrics – b#tches Ain’t Shit

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From the album:
The Chronic [Explicit]
Release Year: 1992

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