Lyrics:

[little kid] Tell me about these fake ass bitches [2Pac] Look here little nigga Most of these niggaz be bitches too but you'll never hear that side of the story So uhh, we finna do this shit like this It's like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin riches What the fuck you think a trick is nigga Nigga done stick and wet his dick and then get tricked out all his riches by a -- BITCH! I'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya Think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her It's like a motherfuckin priveledge So don't give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup And if she is the type of nigga hang up, worrrd up And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone And call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on A motherfucking mack tonight Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight You fuckin punks, I hate you snitches Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches (God, damn! You can't just hit them niggaz with that game and expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless. But we gonna kick this shit like this here) [Chorus: 2Pac] I can't stand fake ass bitches Lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches [repeat 2X] Time to show these bustas who's boss Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy Broke hoes runnin round yellin