"Bitches 2" lyrics - ICE-T

"Bitches 2"

I once knew this brother Who I thought was cool with me Chilled out together Even went to school with me Fly nigga, my ace boon coon Used to low ride together Shot dice in the bathroom Ya want trouble? Well trouble ya found 'cause we diss ya, then issue The critical beat down He needed money I would always come through Needed a car? He could use mine too But bust this! Out on the street People say he was riffin' Callin' me a sucker Talkin' bout how foul I'm livin' Someone heard him Poppin' that shit last week Frontin' for some pussy From some big butt freak Sayin' I'm his worker I was on his dick! Talkin' that craazy old weak assed shit and after all of that She still walked away How ya gonna diss your boy To get some play? And when I stepped to him about it He said, "Who snitched?" [CHORUS] Yo, how did he go out? He went out like a bitch! So ladies We ain't just talkin' bout you 'cause some of you niggas Is bitches too! I knew this brother named Mitch Stone player He meet a girl, in five min. he lay her Trucked crazy jewels Hands smothered in ice Been to prison not once, but twice Kept a stupid thick posse Made of thugs and Crooks and hoods and vet hustlers Who were up to no good But they all stood behind him and watched his back That's the only way To roll on the track But yo, Mitch got rushed by feds last week The snatchbared the runk Of his white Corniche Took a look inside And what did they see? Two keys, and a gallon of PCP! Oh shit! The thought crashed Mitch's subliminal Three strikes, that's called Habitual criminal So insted of goin' under He snitched on his whole posse Maxed at the crib And sipped Martini and Rossi Sold out his whole crew That rat named Mitch [CHORUS] I knew this guy That was never that fly Couldn't act cool Even when he tried When we played rough He always cried When he told stories, he always lied A Black brother Who was missin' the cool part He had the color But was missin' the true heart When we would fight He would always go down quick So he took karate and he still got his ass kicked But now he's married And he kicks his wife's ass Says it comes from problems That he had in the past Doesn't like Blacks Claims he's upper class Joined the police, got himself a badge Now he rolls the streets and he's cut to jack Doggin' young brothers 'cause they usually don't fight back Got a White partner And he asked for that and every night Another head they crack So now he's big man But he really ain't shit! [CHORUS] Out one night with my crew and some new kid I didn'T know homeboy, but Evil E did So I thought he was cool We rode in his ride Rag top tray on Daytons Lifted side to side We hit the party deep Niggas was hawkin' me You could feel the vibe Of thick artillery Parliament was on, some O.G. shit I put my back to the wall And felt my pistol grip al of a sudden Niggas started trippin' Flippin', the record started skippin' Wildin', fools started locn up Gats cracked The room started smokin' up Me and "E" hit the floor And then the back door My boys let off an automatic encore But when we made it out to the ride It was gone, we had to shoot it out Side by side Punk left us there to die in a ditch! [CHORUS]