[DEB:] Hey baby, I'm outta here, I'm goin' to work.

[BITCH:] Bitch, you know you ain't goin' to no motherfuckin' work!  You

prob'ly goin' 'round one of them long-cock slimy hoes' 

motherfuckin' house!

[DEB:] Oh, you callin' me a liar, bitch?  I'll fuck you up in here!

[BITCH:] Who you gon' fuck up?  You gon' GET fucked up!  I'm tired, every

time I motherfuckin' turn around, a bitch comin' to me talkin'

'bout, you fuckin' with them ...

[DEB:] Hey, hold up, hold up, check this out ...



[Verse 1: Debonaire]

When you first moved in, you ain't talked so slick

All you had to do was clean and take dick

Knowin' that Deb would bring home the bacon

Everything was cool, but now you break him

Sayin' how I don't take you out

Like when we first met, but think about

This motherfucker that bought you cribs

Comin' home to fast food instead of home-cooked ribs

I ain't complained, but you go on

Talkin' 'bout shit like your period's on

Sayin' how I spend too much time

Away from you with those friends of mine

A nigga will be a nigga

And a hoe will think that he's trying to egg her

So, bitch, you better get it straight

Before you become the bitch that I hate



[BITCH:]

JT, I ain't with that shit!  How you gon' be a dog and don't

even know it 'round here, bullshittin' me like that?  You got me

fucked up!  I deserve better bullshit than that!  I ain't with

all that fuck-shit, talkin' 'bout, "I don't do this, I don't do 

that," man, you better come clean with that fuck-shit!  You 

know better than that!

[JT:] Hold up, hold up, let me straighten all this shit right here!



[Verse 2: JT Money]

Constantly naggin' 'bout the things I don't do

But while I'm out workin', where the fuck are you?

You lay around my house, you ain't doin' shit

Matter fact, you startin' to make me sick

Always bitchin', cryin', yellin', and tryin'

To tell me how I'm doin' you wrong but you're lyin'

So be quiet, stop singin' the blues

'Cause I know plenty hoes who wanna be in your shoes

So if I was you, baby, I'd just chill

'Cause if I don't work, who'll pay the bills?

You sure don't work, so say that crap

All you do is make love and can't do that

You better sit y'butt down and rest your nerves

Before you find your shit somewhere out on the curb

Think about it, and get your shit straight

Before you become the bitch that I hate



[BITCH:] Deb, yo' motherfuckin' ass think you slick, but I know you

and that ol' raggly-ass friend of yours, JT, be out there 

fuckin' them - oh, maybe one-dollar, two-dollar-ass 

motherfuckin' hoes, but I know one thing, you better not bring 

nothin' home to me that penicillin can't motherfuckin' cure, bitch!

[DEB:] Shit, I know you better stop that bitchin' and get yo' ass in the

kitchen!

[BITCH:] Motherfucker, you try and get YOUR motherfuckin' ass 

in the ...

[DEB:] Hold up, hold up, check it ...



[Verse 3: Debonaire]

Constantly sayin' "I think you' a jerk";

That I'm lyin' 'bout the hours I work

Sayin' there must be another only

Well, I'ma say, instead of bein' phony

Every motherfucker fools around

Definitely, and it may sound

Crazy, but most bitches say, 

If they gettin' paid, then their shit's OK

You gettin' cash and taken care of

It's a fact that you should be aware of

And stop worryin' 'bout the next hoe

'Cause you on top, and she's way below

So you better had get it straight,

Before you become the bitch that I hate



[BITCH:] You silk-suit-wearin' motherfuckers!  You don't even ask 

me to come to your motherfuckin' shows!  You must be out there 

fuckin' them groupie-ass hoes!  When y'ass come home, y'shit 

don't even get all hard, motherfucker ...

[JT:] Hey, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout??

[BITCH:] ... motherfucker, don't even try to cut me off!  You know 

what the fuck up!

[JT:] GodDAMN, baby, just listen to this shit!

BITCH:  You listen to that shit I just said!



[Verse 4: JT Money]

Now we've been through all this shit before

Once I say it this time, I won't say it no more

It's a part of my job to take long trips

But when I get back, I'm gettin' flip of the lip

You're never home, and hard to find

And still talkin' 'bout, I don't spend time

With you.  Now tell me, who's duckin' who?

If you ask me, another nigga's fuckin' you

So say that crap, don't try to front

I gave you everything that you could possibly want

Without me, where would you be?

Takin' care of you sure ain't my responsibility

So hush your mouth, and kill that shit,

Or find somebody else to stay with

Now think about that, and get your shit straight

Before you become the bitch that I hate