Lyrics:

Get Rich or Die tryin



(Chorus 2x)

I don't know what u heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms u can't see

That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P



(Verse1)

Now shorty she in da club, she's dancing for dollars

She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada

That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana

She's feeding fools fantasies they pay her cuz they want her

I spit a little G man and my game got her

A hour later had her ass up in the Ramada

Them trick niggas in they ear saying they think about her

I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her

She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk

She from the country, think she like me cuz I'm from New York

I aint that nigga trying to holla cuz I want some head

I'm that nigga trying to holla cuz I want some bread

I could care less how she perform while she in the bed

Bitches that try catch a date and come and play the kid

Look baby this is simple u cant see, u fucking me u fucking with a P-I-M-P



(Chorus 2x)



(Verse 2)

I'm by my money u see, girl u can holla at me

If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P

Not what u see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy

Head full of hair bitch I'm a P-I-M-P

Come get money with me, if you curious to see

How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P

Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some TV

From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P

Girl we could pop some champagne, and we could have a ball

We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all

We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall

If ever you need some one, I'm the one u should call

Ill be there to pick u up if ever u should fall

If you got problems I could solve them, they big or they small

That other nigga u be with aint about shit

I'm your friend, your father, your confidant, BITCH



(Chorus 2x)



(Verse 3)

Shorty I told u fools before, I stay with the twos

I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels

I holla at a hoe till I got a bitch confused

She got on payless, me I got on gator shoes

I'm shopping for Chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper

Man this ho, you could have her when I'm done I aint gonna keep her

Man bitches come and go, every nigga and pimp they know

They say mystique but you aint gotta keep it on the low

Bitch tutor me how u strippin in the street

Put my other hoes down u get your ass beat

Now lick my bottom bitch, u always come up with my bread

The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head

Get your hoe outta pocket I put a charge on the bitch

Cuz I need 4 TVs and they Mgs for a 6

Hoe make the pimp rich, I aint payin bitch

Catch a dick, such a dick shiiiiiit...trick



(Chorus 2x)



Yea, In Hollywood they say there's no business like show business

In the hood they say there's no business like ho business

U know

See I talk a little fast, but if u listen real fast

I aint gotta slow down for u 2 catch up BITCH

Hahaha, Yea