Bitch Niggaz

[Intro: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre]
–	That's some good-ass weed!
–	Check it out, dawg, this game is a mothafuckin' trip, man. Word on the streets. Everybody always tryna run up on me, hollain' about word on the streets, is this nigga said this? Man, I don't give a fuck about what that nigga said, man! That's what's wrong with you niggas, you niggas is just like bitches, ho-ass niggas talk too mothafuckin' much!
–	Speak!
–	Study your own, get your own, you know what I'm sayin'? Be independent, nigga, biatch!
Yeah!
Bitch niggas, bitch niggas!
Bitch-ass niggas!
Bitch niggas!
Yeah, I'm talkin' about you.
Bitch niggas!
And you too.

[Snoop Dogg:]
Hmm, dawg,
I meet mo bitch niggas than hoes, look here,
And I really don't know, but that's just how it go.
Dawg, so many niggas like to keep up shit,
And just like a bitch niggas be talkin' shit.
Smilin' in my face and then they blast me in the back,
Niggas stay strapped from way back, ‘cause payback
Make niggas wanna pop that shit.
If you ain't ready for the game, nigga, stop that shit,
We rock that shit, my nigga Dre drop that shit,
No mo talkn', I'm walkin' and I'm poppin' the clip.
Glock on the hip, set-trippin', drippin' and shit,
If you act like a bitch, nigga, you get smacked like a bitch, biatch!
Bitch niggas, bitch niggas, bitch niggas!

[Dr. Dre:]
There niggas don't know what the fuck is goin' on!
Yo, Dogg, check it, kick back,
Let me holla at these niggas for a minute.
Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity,
The aggravated, makin' these punk mothafuckas hate it.
Compton is the city I'm from,
Can't never leave the crib without a murder weapon, huh!
I can't live my life on broke no mo,
And most of these fools ain't shit but cutthroats,
They smile in a nigga face, and for what?
They got the game fucked up, and want my thang fucked up,
I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot,
The top notch, nigga, I'm fiendin' for that spot,
Now peep game on what Six-Deuce told me.

[Six-Two:]
These niggas after yo paper, Dr. D-R-E. What?
And these punk-ass hoes is lookin' for dough,
You gotta watch your homeboys, ‘cause a nigga never know,
Oh, they'll be around, but when yo paper get low,
Just like Master P said, ‘There they go, there they go!'
Bitch niggas! Uh-huh!

[Hook:]
Attention all personnel!
Stop scheamin', and lookin' hard!
Stop scheamin', and lookin' hard!

Bitch nigga, a bitch nigga!
Bitch nigga, hella bitch nigga!
You's a bitch nigga, mothafuckin' bitch nigga!
A bitch nigga, a bitch nigga!

[Hittman:]
I know yo type, so much bitch in you, if it was slightly darker,
Lights was little dimmer, my dick be stuck up in yo windpipe.
Hmm, you'd rather blow me than fight, I'm from the old school
Like Romey Rome, homie, yo, you owe me the right
To slap you, like the bitch that you are, that wanted to cap you,
Every since you was mad doggin' me with that bitch in yo car.
Fool, who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Man, you shit on Hitt, get yo shit bust, plus,
Pistol-whipped, cover it up, use yo bitch's blush,
Mr. Powder Puff, yo bark ain't loud enough, huh!
I know Chihuahuas that's mo rah-rah, ha ha!
I have to laugh, Dre, I bet he take bubble baths,
You don't want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me,
Doggy Dogg, Diggy Doctor plus me,
No, you's a busta slash hussy, soft as a hushpuppy,
Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimen.
A bitch nigga!

[Hook:]
Attention all personnel!
Stop scheamin', and lookin' hard!
Stop scheamin', and lookin' hard!