Songtext:
DEB: Hey baby, I'm outta here, I'm goin' to work. Internetpräsenz Duesseldorf 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
