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