Yeahhhh  wussup! It's that nigga! Uh! Nine Three!
 Catch a record once again on them hoes!
 Sendin' this one to all the negroes! Niggas with hoe problems ...
 Niggas  yo  niggas is down over hoes! Shit is real!
 Hoes ain't worth it  money grip!
 No bullshit 'bout them hoes  them hoes is SLAMMIN'!
 But I ain't got no problem with hoes
 see  my problem's with niggas! You niggas MAKE hoes like this!
 That's why - yo, fuck that! Yo, check it out ...

 Verse 1: JT Money
 Check it, I make the hoes get butt-ass naked
 Every time I wreck shit on a fuckin' record
 But listen as I drop it 'bout today's topic
 Soft-flow pussy-creep niggas need to stop it!
 Wanna shoot another nigga 'bout a hoe
 Just 'cause he fuck, nigga, let that bitch go
 Now tell her how many niggas fuck before him
 Guess you wanna grab a gat and go and try to show them
 I ain't think so, not 'bout a stank hoe
 Who like to fuck 'round head, tryin' to gain flow?
 It's the '90s, you niggas better wake up
 A lot of hoes out there's out to take stuff
 Now this is not a record 'bout dissin' women
 But all women got a little rob-and-givers in 'em
 See, all them hoes wanna do is spend flow
 With they friends and go dippin' in the Benz-o
 Through the 'hood but you just couldn't figure
 Your best hoe fuckin' 'round with some other nigga
 Now you wanna clean your gun I'm gon' to
 But that bitch gon' fuck who she want to!
 So to keep that shit on the down low,
 My nigga, put shit past no hoe!

 Big Ram:
 Yeah, don't put shit past NONE of them slimy-ass bitches!

 Chorus (4x): JT Money
 Put shit past no hoe! (Don't trust 'em!)

 Verse 2: JT Money
 And to my niggas in the dope game
 Who gettin' stuffed with cocaine and put it in they hoe' name
 Better hope you ain't givin' it to the wrong bitch
 Make 'em (?) how you put out your own shit
 And ain't a damn thing you can do about it
 'Cause if it's in the bitch' name, she could put ya out it
 So to save all the drama,
 Go ahead and give the shit to your sister and your mama
 Let them be your main ladies
 Give your mother the house and your sister the Mercedes
 'Cause if you end up in the pen,
 You know that good-for-nothin' bitch is gone in the wind!
 With a phat crib and a couple of cars
 And you lookin' like shit behind bars
 I think back, when I was off in the system,
 Used to see niggas cryin', 'cause they hoes dissed 'em
 I remember, one hoe told me
 She was gettin' lonely, so I had to let her go, G
 'Cause that's just an excuse to fuck a nigga
 Bitch, I ain't no sucka, nigga
 I'll holler at ya ass 'cause you know I know how it go
 And yo, I put shit past no hoe!

 Uzi:
 I'm tellin' you man, y'all niggas better not sleep on these hoes,
 these hoes ain't SHIT!

 Chorus

 Verse 3: JT Money
 JT, a nigga on the prowl for the big butt
 And guess what, I'm only lookin' for a quick nut
 'Cause most bitches like to fuck like they ain't hoes
 But fuckin' a nigga 'cause the nigga's got pesos
 Hey hoes, you can stop sweatin' the funds
 I got guns and I'm aimin' at ya slimy ones
 And won't half step to shoot it
 At a bitch or a hoe, but young ladies are excluded
 So back up if you're a lady and you should know
 'Cause last year I told them hoes "All They Good 4"
 And this year I'll tell they ass Some More Shit
 Why the fuck should I care about a hoe-bitch,
 Or a bitch-hoe? Unless she rich, though,
 She get this negro rollin' in a Benz-o
 Or an Acura, Lexus, or BM
 About the bitch-nigga? Wouldn't wanna be him!
 He got problems that he need to straighten
 I ain't got no problems; I'm B-izin' and hoe-hatin'
 And gettin' caught up is a no-no,
 So be like me, my nigga, put shit past no hoe!

 Uzi:
 Yo, so now you know, that's what you get for trustin' them creep-ass hoes!

 Chorus (2x