[2Pac]
 Look here little nigga
 Most of these niggaz be bitches too
 but you'll never hear that side of the story
 So uhh, we finna do this shit like this
 It's like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches
 They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin riches
 What the fuck you think a trick is nigga
 Nigga done stick and wet his dick
 and then get tricked out all his riches by a -- BITCH!
 I'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya
 Think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her
 It's like a motherfuckin priveledge
 So don't give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits
 When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup
 And if she is the type of nigga hang up, worrrd up
 And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone
 And call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on
 A motherfucking mack tonight
 Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight
 You fuckin punks, I hate you snitches
 Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches
 (God, damn! You can't just hit them niggaz with that game
 and expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless.
 But we gonna kick this shit like this here)
 Chorus: 2Pac
 I can't stand fake ass bitches
 Lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches
 (repeat 2X)
 Time to show these bustas who's boss
 Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed
 The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy
 Broke hoes runnin round yellin "Gimme!"
 I can't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man
 Shit all I wanted her to do is suck my DICK
 So how about hittin a motherfucker on my pager
 Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later
 Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega
 Fuckin with the player that done made her, huh
 And I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money
 Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch)
 So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked
 So where the motherfuckin hoes at?
 Punk niggaz can't fade the mack, livin fat
 Gettin paid to rap, it's like that, you motherfuckin bitches
 Yeah, yeah that's my motto
 She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass niggaz
 So y'all take that shit back to y'all camp and uhh
 you sleep on that there, it's like
 Chorus 2X
 Oh you too nigga, don't think we ain't talkin bout your punk ass
 You old fake ass nigga
 Standin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that
 You soft as a motherfuckin grape
 Ain't this a motherfuckin bitch
 I can see right through your flower ass
 Some of these niggaz is bitches too, man I tell ya
 It's gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo'
 but we gonna do this shit
 Y'all take this shit and you play this shit for every single
 fake ass bitch out there
 And there's plenty of em
 You probably got one sittin next to you right now
 Bobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit that he listenin to
 Fake ass motherfuckin bitch, die in ninety-four