Lyrics:

Verse 1: Brother MarquisYou tried to play hard, but we pulled your cordYou're just a do-boy 'cause your boss is in chargeTryin' to play big money, ain't it sad, ain't it funnyYou're so blind you can't see that you're really playin' dummyGucci rags and Bronze, shinin' grills of chromeFrontin' in a caddy you don't even ownYou're soft, and you know that we know itYou try to hide it, but can't help but show itNow the trues and vogues pull the hoes with nice figuresBut on the 'ave, you're a pussy-ass nigga!Verse 2: Fresh Kid IcePussy-ass nigga with pistol in handComin' out of my room to the next manIt's a problem you had since you were a childAlways tryin' to be down but actin' stupid and wildI remember way back just to be exactWe laughed at your ass when you got jackedSo, fuck-ass nigga, here's something to remember:No matter what you try, you're a pussy-ass nigga!Verse 3[Kid Ice] You fix up your hoes like you fix your cars Give 'em rag-top heads, make 'em project stars You buy 'em Gucci bags, even Louie Baton Spendin' all your money just to get some[Marquis] And when you go out of town and stand on stage Gettin' jerked by the man instead of paid Now put a gun to your head, then pull the trigger, Now rest in peace, pussy-ass nigga!