Intro: Kurupt 

Check it out
Here`s a penny for your thoughts 
A nicklebag of bliss
An M-16 with eighteen clips
I`m all set to bust, treacherous
Illustrious, homie don`t question us 

Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can I fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question, nigga
How many niggaz can I blast on sight? 

Verse One: Kurupt 

I`m ferocious, and you knows this nigga
Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump
I pop pistols, that`s all I do
I pop one at him and pop two at you
I`m illusive, I`ma glock it
Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket
I rip your pockets of the side of your pants
You glare to the side and you glance, I`m in my G-Boy stance
How the fuck you make it this far?
No matter where you at, or who you are
People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
I hear ooh`s and aah`s when I jumps in my car
Just from last night you can tell
that I`m addicted to the fast life
Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell
You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle 

Chorus: Kurupt 

Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can I fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question
How many niggaz can I blast on sight?
Just ask yourself the question
(Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck?
Just ask yourself the question
I don`t know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us 

Verse Two: Kurupt 

What you wanna do, penetrate me?
Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?
I never thought a nigga would trip
off a little piece of ass that he know he could get
Any day (any day) and any time (any time)
You`se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork
Fish and chips, chips and dip
Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork
I`m not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti
A.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)
Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.
On a creep homie, wake up
Don`t sleep homie, supposed to know it
Look, I`m hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga
Don`t ask me shit `till you ask yourself 

Chorus: Dr. Dre & Kurupt 

Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can I fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question
How many niggaz can I blast on sight?
Just ask yourself the question
(Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck?
Just ask yourself the question
I don`t know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us 

Verse Three: Dr. Dre 

What the fuck is up? Man life`s a bitch
You gotta put your pistol to the sky,
kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool
Man, you`se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)
I thought the same way, back in the days
Young, with a lack on daily things
Never thought too much, homie, never trip
I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks
Look out for them niggaz out to catch us
So I`ma stay forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)
Niggaz get swallowed in the game
I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame
Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it
Don`t blaze the ??? without the top bullet
Niggaz look like they`re doped up like tired bitches
With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom
Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons
With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons
Motherfucker don`t ask me for shit
Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch 

Chorus: Kurupt 

Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can I fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question
How many niggaz can I blast on sight?
Just ask yourself the question
(Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck?
Just ask yourself the question
I don`t know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us 

What, what?