The Bitch That I Hate Lyrics

The Bitch That I Hate lyrics

DEB: Hey baby I'm outta here I'm goin' to work.
BITCH: Bitch you know you
ain't goin' to no motherfuckin' work! You
prob'ly goin' 'round one of them
long cock slimy hoes'
motherfuckin' house!
DEB: Oh you callin' me a liar
bitch? I'll fuck you up in here!
BITCH: Who you gon' fuck up? You gon' GET
fucked up! I'm tired every
time I motherfuckin' turn around a bitch comin'
to me talkin'
'bout, you fuckin' with them ...
DEB: Hey, hold up, hold
up, check this out ...

Verse 1: Debonaire
When you first moved in,
you ain't talked so slick
All you had to do was clean and take
dick
Knowin' that Deb would bring home the bacon
Everything was cool, but
now you break him
Sayin' how I don't take you out
Like when we first met,
but think about
This motherfucker that bought you cribs
Comin' home to
fast food instead of home-cooked ribs
I ain't complained, but you go
on
Talkin' 'bout shit like your period's on
Sayin' how I spend too much
time
Away from you with those friends of mine
A nigga will be a
nigga
And a hoe will think that he's trying to egg her
So, bitch, you
better get it straight
Before you become the bitch that I hate

BITCH:
JT, I ain't with that shit! How you gon' be a dog and don't
even know it
'round here, bullshittin' me like that? You got me
fucked up! I deserve
better bullshit than that! I ain't with
all that fuck-shit, talkin' 'bout,
"I don't do this, I don't do
that," man, you better come clean with that
fuck-shit! You
know better than that!
JT: Hold up, hold up, let me
straighten all this shit right here!

Verse 2: JT Money
Constantly
naggin' 'bout the things I don't do
But while I'm out workin', where the
fuck are you?
You lay around my house, you ain't doin' shit
Matter fact,
you startin' to make me sick
Always bitchin', cryin', yellin', and
tryin'
To tell me how I'm doin' you wrong but you're lyin'
So be quiet,
stop singin' the blues
'Cause I know plenty hoes who wanna be in your
shoes
So if I was you, baby, I'd just chill
'Cause if I don't work,
who'll pay the bills?
You sure don't work, so say that crap
All you do is
make love and can't do that
You better sit y'butt down and rest your
nerves
Before you find your shit somewhere out on the curb
Think about
it, and get your shit straight
Before you become the bitch that I
hate

BITCH: Deb, yo' motherfuckin' ass think you slick, but I know
you
and that ol' raggly-ass friend of yours, JT, be out there
fuckin'
them - oh, maybe one-dollar, two-dollar-ass
motherfuckin' hoes, but I know
one thing, you better not bring
nothin' home to me that penicillin can't
motherfuckin' cure, bitch!
DEB: Shit, I know you better stop that bitchin'
and get yo' ass in the
kitchen!
BITCH: Motherfucker, you try and get YOUR
motherfuckin' ass
in the ...
DEB: Hold up, hold up, check it
...

Verse 3: Debonaire
Constantly sayin' "I think you' a
jerk";
That I'm lyin' 'bout the hours I work
Sayin' there must be another
only
Well, I'ma say, instead of bein' phony
Every motherfucker fools
around
Definitely, and it may sound
Crazy, but most bitches say,
If
they gettin' paid, then their shit's OK
You gettin' cash and taken care
of
It's a fact that you should be aware of
And stop worryin' 'bout the
next hoe
'Cause you on top, and she's way below
So you better had get it
straight,
Before you become the bitch that I hate

BITCH: You
silk-suit-wearin' motherfuckers! You don't even ask
me to come to your
motherfuckin' shows! You must be out there
fuckin' them groupie-ass hoes!
When y'ass come home, y'shit
don't even get all hard, motherfucker
...
JT: Hey, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout??
BITCH: ... motherfucker,
don't even try to cut me off! You know
what the fuck up!
JT: GodDAMN,
baby, just listen to this shit!
BITCH: You listen to that shit I just
said!

Verse 4: JT Money
Now we've been through all this shit
before
Once I say it this time, I won't say it no more
It's a part of my
job to take long trips
But when I get back, I'm gettin' flip of the
lip
You're never home, and hard to find
And still talkin' 'bout, I don't
spend time
With you. Now tell me, who's duckin' who?
If you ask me,
another nigga's fuckin' you
So say that crap, don't try to front
I gave
you everything that you could possibly want
Without me, where would you
be?
Takin' care of you sure ain't my responsibility
So hush your mouth,
and kill that shit,
Or find somebody else to stay with
Now think about
that, and get your shit straight
Before you become the bitch that I hate