"P.I.M.P." as written by Denaun M Porter, Curtis James Jackson and Brandon Anthony Parrott....
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her 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 cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you 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 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 needed someone I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should fall
If you got problems I can solve 'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a ho 'til 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 can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon' keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimping know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch, choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Niki my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your ho out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Ho make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

Yeah, in Hollywoood they say "there's no b'ness like show b'ness"
In the hood they say "there's no b'ness like ho b'ness", you know?
They say I talk a little fast, but if you listen a little faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch


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"P.I.M.P." as written by Brandon Anthony Parrott Curtis James Jackson

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  • +2
    General CommentThis song is the bigest pile of shit i have ever heard FUCK IT IT´S STINKS
    paghon May 14, 2006   Link
  • +2
    General Comment50 sucks. This song is total shit. Well, actually, ALL of his songs are shit. :]
    WishingForYouon August 27, 2006   Link
  • +2
    General CommentAbsolute garbage.
    PinKkFloyDdon August 31, 2006   Link
  • +2
    General CommentShould be called
    S.H.I.T
    SammyKzson November 09, 2007   Link
  • +1
    General CommentNo it isn't it's about being a pimp.
    "I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper"
    Dumbest. Lyric. Ever.
    tater47on January 29, 2005   Link
  • +1
    General CommentAre u giys serious about the messgae and shit, for fucks sake get a fucking life and listen to some good music rather than this sellout gay bulshit!, i am not bagging rap, some songs are good , but how do women listen to it, do you enjoy hearing this man just wants to fuck/rape you then leave you,

    yeah u all think about that
    Rock Fan 01on June 24, 2006   Link
  • +1
    General CommentI HATE 50 cent cause all his songs talk about sex, bitches, money, "fuck" and this stuff becomes a real bore. there are loads of great songs without any swears that are still fucking good. so, what's the reason to yell all the time and to pretend to be the hard man with the dollars and the big .... ? i hate it. 50, you're an asshole
    4everinloveon July 10, 2006   Link
  • +1
    General Comment50s not a pimp. he just wishes her were one.
    riley826on July 24, 2006   Link
  • +1
    General CommentI just love how he degrates all the women in the world what a role model
    Neatoon September 05, 2007   Link
  • +1
    General Comment=| He's so gangsta he gets make-up artists and fashion artists to sprice him up before a show.
    I wanna see him take another bullet. None of this pansy 9mm bullshit, but like a Kalishnikov or something, then he can brag all he wants about gettin shot in da hood.
    Live_FASTERon January 27, 2008   Link

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