"Bitch" as written by De Shaun Dupree Holton, Ondre C Moore, Denaun M Porter, Von M Carlisle, Rufus B Johnson, Luis Resto and Marshall B Iii Mathers....
Bitch!es always be all, giggling and shit.
But they get mad when there favorite song don't come on in the club.
Catch an attitude and shit
We got one for them. Goes like this

We wrote a song for the hoes
You like to hear? here it goes
A little something you probably won't hear on the radio
So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows
And if I'm talking to fast it just means you're listening to slow
And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, Bitch!
D D D D Don Di J Do Ja
You just made me mess up, Bitch!
Bleeb Blab bli bli blah bli bli
It don't matter, I'm just blabbering
Like you understand what I'm saying anyway
I'm just traveling In one ear and I'm out the other
You're so fucking drunk all you hear is the beat the-da beat
I could be saying anything, just get ya ass on the floor
Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before
Baby and shake that ass like a whore

Yeah I'm talkin to you Bitch!! (get up and dance Bitch!)
Wiggle that ass Bitch!! (yeah that's it. yeah I called you a Bitch!)
What you going to do about it Bitch!?
Sit there and cry like a little Bitch!? Bitch!.

Get up and dance Bitch! (wiggle that ass Bitch!)
You little trash Bitch! (yeah that's it. yeah I called you a trash Bitch!)
Not trailer trash switch!
Take the person you with and exchange partners

Tell me that it ain't no hanging, and fuck calling home
Until you look at me before you answer the phone
When I flee, your ass can get as naked and be as free
As you wanna be freak
But I'm taking the key with me.
You ain't gonna get shit, so don't even ask
Disrespect my wishes, I'll beat your ass
Watch me coming home floor eating half of your doggy bag
And I leave laughing, while you calling me on the rag
I'm the type that might cut off the lights when I hit
And before she cut them on, Kuniva already switched!
Your ass ain't even riding with Swift unless your going
When I'm done, I throw you out and ask you where you going

Hoe ain't the only thing you call a girl
Slut, Tramp, (oh, how you doing sir?)
Ever since I was 8, I been starting to hate
I said fuck the Ho's, started eating cheese cake
Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberry's and grapes
Damn that sounds great, hold on wait (Bizzy)
Ok, back to the Bitch!es, wash the dishes after that
Give me stitches. a fucking half Indian chick, suck my dick
This time tomorrow, I won't remember shit
Got respect for a player, got on snoop gators
And they ain't now and laters Bitch!.


[Kuniva, Kon Artis, Dina Rae]
Hey baby what's up with you
Hey yo your man here with you?
Nah, you single, I can tell (you came with them hoes didn't you)
No you need friends girl, excuse him
Mr. Lick It (Hey yo lets get this party cracking these Bitch!es ain't got Bitch!es)
Now you know he didn't mean that (come on you seen that)
(she all whining and shit, get this Bitch! a Kleenex)
(what did he say?)
Nothing, he said you seem stressed
(no, you got a big butt)
And you wearing your nice dress(cause I was gonna say)
(you wasn't gonna say shit)
(excuse me?)
He said Michael Jackson just got another face lift
(dumb hoe)
(oh, nigga!)
No, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight
(Bitch!, what up though just fuck for a buck,
Do something strange for change, maybe holla for a dollar, just hop in the range)
(fuck both y'all niggas)
See I was trying to be polite, stank ass trick (oh someone jackin off tonight)

[Verse 5: Proof]
Why you a Bitch! but don't choke
I say the same to my momma
I got Christina, Brittany with me, shit
We banging Madonna
Watch her strip you on that 10 Bitch! ain't got change for a dollar
Blow your tongue and give kiss on your mouth you came with a condom
Quick out is the motto and just swallow breathe, swallow breathe, now swallow these e's
I know you moca lotti mommy's won't get down on your knees
You won't some money honey damn you must be outta your weave
Hit the telly fuck her belly you ain't gotta go weak
Plus you wanna be a mattie you need a lot of more sleep
I'm a pimp Bitch! don't be shy, show me them big tits
Your lipstick, I want it smeared all on my limp dick
For instance, busting nuts is only my interest
So princess, don't get your feelings hurt 'cause men just
Partying bullshit till she gargle and swallow my dick
I'm taking the train to Spain, don't bother calling Bitch!


Yeah, you heard me Bitch!.
Did I studder stupid?
You ain't listening to the words of this song anyways
All you do is listen to the beats with your dumb ass (Bitch!)
Dancing, trying to get a nigga money in the club
With your stupid manuper self
I was talking bout you Do-do
You, you dumb Bitch!
The one that want a drink but don't want to pay for it
Spend all the money you make all week on that dress
And I spill a drink on it, acting like I'm drunk when I'm not
I'm just trying to fuck!
I'm just trying to fuck bitch!!

Lyrics submitted by Dustin

"Bitch" as written by Linton Kwesi Johnson

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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    General Commentwith your stupid manuper self

    I just looked this up, and it is not a word.
    The closest I came is "Manipur", which is a state in northeastern India
    Theo Reoon December 13, 2004   Link
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    General CommentActually it should be "Stupid McNupid self". And no, "McNupid" is not a word either.

    As for the song meaning, it's obvious if you listen to the lyrics, but then again, if you did, then this song is not about you.

    Basically, bitches (women) don't listen to the words of any song they hear, they're only listening to the beat, so they can dance and try to attract a guy who will buy them a drink. So fuck it, we're gonna make a whole song dissing women, and women are going to love it because they aren't listening to what we're saying anyways.

    Valtielon July 17, 2005   Link
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    General CommentAnd now...more lyric corrections :P

    your ass aint even ridin with Swift unless your goin


    your ass ain't even ridin with Swift unless you hoe-ing
    *as in exchanging sexual favors for money*

    (oh, how you doin sir?)


    Oh, how you doin' Shirl'
    *as in Shirley, a woman's name*

    no you need friends girl, excuse him mr lick it (aiiyo lets get this party crackin these bitches aint got bitches)


    No, he mean friends, girl. Excuse him, it's the liquor. (Eyyo, let's get this party crackin', these bitches ain't got niggas)

    (naw, you got a big butt)


    (hey, you got some big breasts)

    why you a bitch but dont choke
    i say the same to my momma


    Called you a bitch, so don't trip
    I say the same to my momma

    watch her strip you on that 10 bitch aint got change for a dollar


    watch her strip, you want a tip, bitch? got change for a dollar?

    hit the telly fuck her belly you aint gotta go weak


    hit the telly fuck her belly you aint gotta go eat

    plus you wanna be a mattie


    plus you wanna be a model
    Valtielon July 17, 2005   Link
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    General CommentAnd Dina Rae isn't the chick talking. With Kuniva and Kon Artis
    Saint_Daemon_Zanzaon November 03, 2007   Link
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    General CommentYou put Kuniva's name on Swift's name...
    KidShadyon January 15, 2011   Link

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