Ben Folds - Bitches Ain't Shit Lyrics

Bitches ain't shit, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Lets get the f*ck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f*ck the hoes at night
Tighter than a mutharf*ckin' gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the muthaf*ckin' Compton streets

Peep that shit, got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my muthaf*ckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a f*ck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the ends that she got meant nothin'
Now she's suing cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit


Bitches can't hang with the streets
She found herself short
Now she's takin' me to court
That's some real conversation for your ass

I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a muthaf*cka lickin' the protung
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggas wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time

I'm back in the muthaf*ckin' county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got the news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
Now I already gotta do
Some muthaf*ckin chin checkin

Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the door, I look on the floor
It's my little cousin Daz and he's f*ckin' my hoe
I uncocked my shit...
I'm heart-broke but I'm still locked
Man, f*ck that bitch!
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Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the f*ck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f*ck the hoes at night
Tighter than a mutharf*ckin' gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the muthaf*ckin' Compton streets

Peep that shit got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my muthaf*ckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a f*ck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the ends that she got meant nothin'
Now she's suing cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit

Bitches can't hang with the streets
She found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
That's some real conversation for your ass
Bitches can't hang with the streets
Bitches can't hang with the streets
Bitches can't hang with the streets
Bitches can't hang with the streets