Lyrics:

The world's most dangerous group

Once again beatin' on your mothafuckin' ear drumbs

Doin' much damage for all you slutty ass ho's



Yo, there was a bitch I knew on the avenue

She was gettin' G oh for a nut or two yo

I think her name was Clara

and she was garunteed to give a Muthafucka whatever he needs

to be perfectly honest she was a hooker

So I took her - a 100 yards, to the blvd

I told her 'I'll take care o' you, you take care o' me'

You've gott a P I M P and all I want is the money

She went to work and the nigguz were fiendin' yo

She had the biggest ass that you ever seen

In fact she was like medusa

Her tities fully grown

A look and your dick turns to stone yeah

keepin' on mind that she was the kind that would find the time to get mine

because she knows I'm not to be fucked with

She ain't crazy

fuckin' with dre should be pushin' up daisies

She was the perfect ho' but what do you know

the bitch tried to gag me

so - I had to kill her

Yeah, straight hittin'

Now listen up and lemme tell you how I did it

yo, I tied her to the bed

I was thinking the worst but yo I had to let my niggaz fuck her first yeah

Loaded up the 44 yo

Then I straight smoked the ho'

'Cause I'm a real nigga, but I guess you figure

I was soft and she thank me

coughed to the boss and got tossed

One less bitch you gotta worry about

She's outa here and that's how it turns out



Now Vikky Vikky Vikky, she's very tricky

She put her hicky on top of my dick

Sick betsy - she told me she loved me

And she wanted to keep me

If only she can have the dick with me

I said I wanted but baby you gotta hold up

If I was happy with somethin' that I could fold up

We can do this - she said her husband was rich

Then I knew I had the bitch

yo She wrote a cheque name me a cheque

In the name of a bitch who was strugglin' at the same game

All I wanted to do was get P-A-I-D

Just a little somethin' for fuckin' me

yo Everything was cool but Vikky concerned me

Her husband was the District Auterny

So, before he found out he was crossed up

'Bout his bitch I was fuckin' I had to tossed her

And put you slick - some nigga never forget

A dead bitch can't tell a nigga shit

One less bitch you gotta worry about

She's outa here and that's how it turned out



One less,

One less,

One less bitch you gotta worry about!



[Muthafuckin' right!]



One less,

One less,

One less bitch you gotta worry about!



Thinkin' about money, and lookin' at a prostitute

The bitch was cute, so now I had to excecute

And shoot game like a real nigga

With a still trigga

Convince her to move up to somethin' bigga

I think I had a flashback though

'Cause I said 'fuck it'

Loped and Choked and Smoked to the ho' like this :

'Bitch, it's all about Dre

The money money money and this all I gotta say'

Of course she came with me

And remained with me

'Till the bitch felt lamed and ashamed to be

Workin' that trick shit

'Cause niggaz knew that she was someone

A little later though she called 1

In the chest and I knew that it was commin'

By who and how the all act would be done?

So what?

One less bitch you gotta worry about

But that ain't how it turned out..



Yo, there was a bitch named her out and shot her

Straight to the Muthafuckin' trigger and said 'I got her!'

But I had better plans to give her the blues

Like dumpin' her in the river with sea net shoes

I knew my money was commin' up sho'

And the thought that the stupid bitch thought she'd never get cought

Came home early and straight bust her ass

On the couch with the other nigga countin' my cash

I should've known she was like the motha ho's

I told the 2 Muthafuckaz to take off their clothes

Butt naked nothin' left but the shoes

I had up a 9 so they could'nt refuse

I shot the nigga he was outa there

And tied the bitch to the Muthafuckin' chair

Now there's one less bitch I gotta worry about

Everybody out, that's how it turns out



One less,

One less,

One less bitch you gotta worry about!



One less,

One less,

One less bitch you gotta worry about!



.... MIX with Easy E sayin' :



In reality -

A fool is one who believes that all women are ladies

A nigga is one who believes that all ladies are bitches,

And all bitches are created equal.

To me - all bitches are the same :

Money hungry scandlist groopy ho's that's always riding on a nigga's

dick.

Always in a nigga's pocket and when the nigga runs out of money

the bitch is gone in the wind.

To me :



ALL BITCHES AIN'T SHIT!



One less,

One less,

One less bitch you gotta worry about!



One less,

One less,

One less bitch you gotta worry about!

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