[Richie Rich]

Yo man, what we gon' talk about next?

Man, you know what?

I think we should talk about these groupie-ass bitches

You know what I'm sayin?

As a matter of fact, Jed, guess who I seen the other day?

[Jed]

Who?

[Richie Rich]

Man, remember that bitch we seen up at that picnic

the one who was campin like she was down with Bobby Brown?

[Jed]

You mean that punk bitch that wish she were like on your album?

[Richie Rich]

Yeah man, I seen her the other day, man, down on the track

And guess what, the hoe was jockin the gold kick spins

[Jed]

D-Loc, we need to put somethin out for these fool bitches

and let em know what time it is, man

[D-Loc]

Man, it's like this:

When a bitch fuck with a young vet like me I treat her shit



[D-Loc]

You know the silly bitches I don't like

The Michael Jordan-New Edition-get with a star-type

I used to have one, with ass like a whale tail

Wanted to get on my team cause a nigga had mail

For those that don't know, mail means money

But no, I don't pay for pussy, honey

I might do the pimpin if you can do the dishin

Cause stackin up dollars is my number one ( ? )

In this society in which we're livin

If you're gonna have a bitch, you got to be spendin

So to the ladies on the b.s. tip

Sing along, fellas: you're just a groupie-ass bitch



[Richie Rich]

Haha, that's it

Let them hoes know

D-Loc, peep this out

I got with a bitch about a month ago

She ain't called me yet

And I know when she peep the video

she gon' be tryin to get with me

But what would you tell a punk-ass bitch like that?



[D-Loc]

Don't even call, I played ya like a foul ball

In a month or two you'll be through

Schemin on my label for a story or a fable

You just caught the vapors and nothin can save you

We used to be together on the 9 to 5

But when I stopped spendin money, you stopped spendin time

It's sort of like a game, so the story goes

I was once told you reap what you sow

If that's true, let me phrase this statement:

Suck my dick, cause I ain't takin it

The stories, the lies, the alibis

You see, I'm only 19, but I'm livin the life

So to the girlies out there I can't get with

Men, let's come again: you're just a groupie-ass bitch



(Cause a bitch is a) (biatch)

[ Richie Rich ]

Haha, let them hoes know

(Just another freak for the truz and vogues)



[D-Loc]

The subject of this object, if you object

Is to get my point across as clear and correct

As I can get when I'm talkin this shit

Therefore I must ensure explicit lyrics

Like: shit, bitch, fuck with this

Put your muthafuckin stankin-ass pussy on my dick

Ride it like a jockey in a horse race

You better get buck wild before I bust you in the fuckin face

I ain't soft on a bitch, I'm quite mean

Fuckin up the doggy style with no grease

Peace to the homies if you know what I'm sayin

And if you don't understand - you're not a man

You're just a hound loungin around

Waitin to sniff some dead presidents

I know the sex was just a collect

Men, I tell you, we gets no respect

Things can change if we do it our way

You see, in '89 a bitch was made to slave

So homies, for the last time, use your mind

Get a grip, boss, and like a pimp

Tell her to back off, cause she's a groupie-ass bitch



(She's the one)