Hook:
Where they at? Where they at?
Where the hoes at? Where they at?
Where the bitches at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at?
Yeah, where they at?
Where the hoes at? Where they at?
Where the bitches at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at?

Verse 1: (Captain Save 'Em, Too $hort)
Captain Save 'Em:
Yall n***as always talkin bad about a breezy
Talkin bout that young-ass, rich-ass n***a Too Sheezy
Always callin a woman out a name
Callin her a "bee-eye-itch", now thats a shame
What if somebody called your woman that?
Youd be all up at the century club boy with your stri-nap
Talkin bout "I'll never save a ho"
Then why you have that breezy drivin your big-body benz for?
You say you only out to get some head, and then to stab
But I see you up at Monty's feedin her lobster and crab
They say that Captain is a playa's worst enemy, so whats next?
You just mad cuz I got more hoes than you got diamonds on your rolex
Too $hort:
I realize after makin 6 platinums in a row
The shit was easy, so I had to get some mo'
I never did like stiff hoes
I fuck like a rap, ain't no quick flows
I'm a California n***a, born and bred
Got a wild imagination when I'm on the bed
I love my woman, I love her girlfriend and her sister
Felt on her mommas booty but never kissed her
Been mackin on these hoes since the 8-0's
It don't take much for me to break hoes
You must be dreamin, if my bitch chose you
We in another lifetime, my game is foolproof
It won't happen, as long as she's my bitch
I give a fuck if you fake pimps peep my shit
Cuz I'mma mack these hoes like never befo'
And everytime I grab the mic I gotta better flow
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Verse 2: (Too $hort)
I went from rappin about the clothes I was wearin at a party
To all the hoes that let me see their naked bodies
It's not an overnight transition thing
I wasn't born pimpin hoes wearin pinky rings
Never walked around sayin "Who am I?"
Cuz when I seen old movies like "Superfly"
It was my destiny, to live a pimp legacy
And reach levels other n***as never see
In '81 I rapped friendly, but now its on
One day I said somethin on the microphone
About sixteen hoes, suckin ten toes
People loved it, thats how the story goes
It's true, in 1982
Me and Freddy B sold the tapes to you
X-rated, talkin bout bitches and thugs
All the dope-dealers gettin rich sellin drugs
Too $hort bumpin in the background
You thought I retired, bitch I'm back now
Like a house party, or a side show
I got the spanish, black and white hoes
Ask an East Oakland n***a, I bet you he know
"Is she mixed with japanese or fillapino?"
I always spit the game when I rap
All I wanna know is where the hoes at?
Hook