(If she didn't wanna fuck then she never would've called you) Repeated
 Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson.
 It's all good.
 Chorus
 You ain't got to lie to kick it
 To them tricks and them bitches
 Out to get a nigga's riches
 (Repeat)
 Verse 1: Richie Rich
 Jack of all trades ballin' like Jordan you punk
 fake inside the paint in fact I know you can't
 do half of the shit that you was claimin' in the county
 Suckas on yo jock you claim you run the block
 Polyurethane busta cracked in half
 you claim you folding bank but I know yo bank stank
 I lived around the corner I seen you fully smoked
 Must I say some more you weighed a buck 04
 you sold ya TV for a buck cause it was way too late
 Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight
 You's a baller lying to them youngstas quick
 got them thinking you sick and representing yo click
 But you's an old basehead kickin' too much hype
 yo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes
 And if they knew yo identity
 you'd probably be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh)
 You ain't got to lie to kick it.
 Chorus 4x
 Verse 2: 2Pac
 You ain't got to lie to kick it
 y'all don't hear me
 I got these niggas yackin' in my face
 about some shit that never took place
 And what you see is what you get
 that's what he told me
 I peeped it in his pose
 exposed the fucking phony
 I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie
 with them bitches they be freaky
 they don't know me
 Hey it's gettin drastic
 Gunnin niggas down cause they plastic
 Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked
 and stuffed in a casket
 Rippin' the shit like it's my muthafucking last hit
 Hey they wonder why a nigga's nothin' nice
 and everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson
 Cause I know the real on the bitch
 she got to skit ya just to get a nigga's riches (fuck that bitch)
 I pray to God that the bitch don't get no dick
 and got a nigga screamin' Fuck That Bitch!
 Chorus
 Verse 3: Pac & Rich
 Well if a bitch'll be a bitch
 Then a trick'll be a trick
 I've got my nigga Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix
 this is Thug Life baby rollin' hoes like Vogues
 Stay the fuck up out of mine
 and I'll stay out of yours
 It's a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn't understand
 This Tanqueray got me screamin' Fuck yo' man.
 But now you beefing on the strength
 that you was thinkin' I was jocking
 Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I'm steady clockin'
 and if it ain't about a buck I gives a fuck
 it's raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck
 so what's up with them low life bitches tryin' to play me
 Bitch you better see Trojan about yo' baby (Ha ha)
 Trickin' niggas better catch up on they pimpin'
 Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slipping
 Chorus 'til end