Snoop:
(*##$es ain't %#@! but hoes and tricks...


Chorus: Snoop (2X)
(*##$es ain't %#@! but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick

Get's the $#&@ out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...


Dr. Dre
I used to know a (*##$ named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and $#&@ the hoes at night

Tight than a muthar$#&@a with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the mutha$#&@in' Compton streets
Peep, the %#@! got deep and it was on

Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my mutha$#&@in' pockets was fat
I didn't give a $#&@ where the (*##$ was at

But she was hangin' with a white (*##$ doin' the %#@! she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'

Now she's suing cuz the %#@! she be doin' ain't %#@!
(*##$ can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court

It's real conversation for your $$#
So recognize and pass to Daz


Daz:
Now as i'm rollin' with my ^!$$% Dre and Eastwood
$#&@in' hoes, clockin' dough up to no good

We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
(Snoop: But we don't love them hoes) (*##$, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow

Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chillin', with your homies and %#@!

And how my ^!$$%z kick the anthem like this
(Snoop: BEEEYYAAACHHH!)


(chorus)

Kurupt:

...To the store, to get me a 4-0
Snoop Doggy Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes
So I head down the street 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
(*##$es on my nuts like clothes
But i'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes

How could you trust a hoe? (Snoop: Why?(echoed 3X)
Cuz a hoe's a trick
We don't love them tricks (Snoop: Why?(echoed 3X)

Cuz a trick's a (*##$
And my dick's constantly in her mouth
And turnin' them trick $$# hoes the $#&@ out

Now...

Snoop:

I once had a (*##$ named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The #~!!@ was the bomb, had a ^!$$% on sprung

I was in love like a mutha$#&@a lickin' the protung
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood

So I figure ^!$$%z wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the mutha$#&@in' county jail

6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My ^!$$% D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre

Scooped 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 mutha$#&@in chin checkin
Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the do', I look on the flo'
It's my little cousin Daz and he's $#&@in' my hoe, yo

((*##$es ain't %#@!)
I un@@#!ed my %#@!...I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed
Man, $#&@ a (*##$!

(Chorus)


Jewell:
(Dr. Dre in background "(*##$es ain't %#@!")
I don't give a $#&@ about a (*##$
But i and her know that they can't fade this

Cause i'm doin my own thingdown with the swang
I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing
I say you know can't deal
Cuz I'm a btich that's real
Mother$#&@er need to step back, hell yeah

They need to chill
Because I don't give a $#&@
And I don't give a $#&@ (x3)

And now I gotta do some...
And now I gotta do some %#@! that's clean

But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean
Like a washing machine
I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows
That i'm on the flo' ho
But they can't hang with my type on swang
I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang

But just the juicy ones
Witht he tip of the tongue
And then their sprung
With the nuts hung
(Dr. Dre: (*##$es ain't %#@!)