[Verse 1]
What the fuck is wrong with Too $hort?
What the fuck you tryin' to make somethin' new for?
Why that n***a keep spittin' all that game?
Why he still gettin' bitches? This shit is insane
All my life I've been writin' these verses
Learned the game 'cause I like to go in pussy and purses
It feels good to be a muthafuckin' pimp
Sometimes I knock a bitch just to do it on the strength
Every time you see me, I'm on 'em
That's how we was raised up in Northern California
She bought it all and if you gotta ask why
You ain't on the case, man, you not a P-I
Don't trip, I know what's up with you
You take her shopping and the bitch ain't even fuckin' you
N***a, you 'bout as sorry as they come
They took you to a strip club and bought up all the ones

[Chorus]
What the fuck!
What the fuck!
What the fuck, bitch!

[Verse 2]
What the fuck is wrong with some of you bitches?
Waitin' on a wealthy man to come through with riches
And shower you with presents - what's the mission?
You shoulda been a ho 'cause there's really no difference
What you want - a marriage and babies with a millionaire?
But not too many ladies get to live in here
You better stay in school
'Cause old sluts with ball players just ain't too cool
Spent all them years on your back
Hella n***as with contracts, they fucked that
Bitch, you got some things on your mind
Used to be a dime and now you ain't so fine
And all the little girls wanna be just like you
They wanna fuck a rich n***a too
You worse than me - you not a good role model
Offer her a shot, the bitch drank the whole bottle
[Chorus]
What the fuck!
What the fuck!
What the fuck!
What the fuck!
What the fuck, bitch!

[Verse 3]
So I had to do it all again
What happened to the game? I can't call it, pimp
You tell me - we let the squares change the rules
Snitchin' is cool and y'all trickin' like some fools
What the fuck you n***as thinkin'?
And where the fuck is all the muthafuckin' kingpins?
What would life be without snitches and the feds?
A mattress full of money, two bitches in the bed
It's hard to get around them federal guidelines
Too many real n***as sittin' on the sidelines
While bitch n***as keep playin' a role
You know you not a gangsta, what you sayin' it for?
Picked up the phone and said, "Who is this?"
You got your own label and you're in the music biz?
But you never put out shit, you never had a hit
And never went to the bank to deposit one check

[Chorus]
What the fuck!
What the fuck!
What the fuck!
What the fuck, n***a!
BITCH!