The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
Nah, for real, know what I'm sayin', like
Like music's my first love, right
But, what it turned into is like
You know these-these cats got it now, she just like a ho
They ain't doin' it right to make
Yeah, for real, yeah, yeah
Switched it up, don' changed the shit on that damn
Yeah, everybody don' ran through it
Mumble rappin'
Ain't no more substance in shit
Right, right
(They don't treat it how it needs to be treated)
I kinda want that old thing back
Yeah, I was young, I was hungry
I was chasing the bag at twenty-one
I was lucky to find an uneaten fuckin' (what?)
Honeybun I forgot about
Now I got money falling out, fifties, hundreds, and twenties (right)
And I know nothing is funny 'bout the Manchester bombing
But we got something in common, both of us are alarmin' (what?)
Foul, disgusting, and awful (yeah), so repugnant and ugly (yup)
I could give the Boston Marathon a run for its money, yeah
And you could say I'm a little bit immature
But this type of literature got me a little richer, haha
But I get insecure when them other dudes hit on you, girl
You're letting him fiddle with your clitoris
Remember you were my fuckin'
You used to be my favorite, bitch
Things will never be the same
Ain't it funny how you changed
Up and flipped the script
You done let a bunch of lames fall through
And complain that I can't burn it
You ain't have to do it like that
Told you I'd be right back
Look at what you did, I need a new chick
Like the music I had to bounce on my favorite bitch
Yeah, always hated my smile
Mama told me it's goofy
I'd get picked on at school
Come home and she'd school me
She never sugarcoated it to me
She said if I wasn't so stupid and ugly
I wouldn't always get bullied (true)
I think of my struggles and get emotional
Could be 'cause how behind the 8-ball
And far in the hole that they put me
Now I'm on a roll like a Tootsie (yeah)
I'm just trollin' you pussies
But I'm like stroller 'cause you'll see just how I roll if you push me (haha)
But that's what I do this music for
When I was goin' through some of the hardest times I drew from her
But she's like the devil 'cause I just can't let loose of her
'Cause the thought of losing her
Makes me just wanna just let loose on her
When I hit the studio, tryna rendezvous with her
Tell her, it's a butt-dial girl, yeah, booty-call (haha)
That's how it used to be
'Cause you and me, we ruled the world
And we made Curtis blow (Fifty)
Fuck, I miss them days
You used to be my favorite, bitch
Things will never be the same
Ain't it funny how you changed
Up and flipped the script
You done let a bunch of lames fall through
And complain that I can't burn it
You ain't have to do it like that
Told you I'd be right back
Look at what you did, I need a new chick
Like the music I had to bounce on my favorite bitch
You fuckin' leavin' me, bitch?
I don't think so, sit your motherfuckin' ass down
I swear to God, you run to that door
I'ma put one in the back of your fuckin' head
Now I'ma ask you this one time
And the answer better be, "Yes"
Would you marry me again?
Now that everything is changed (yeah)
It'll never be the same (ah)
As the era whence we came (who?)
From Nas to Pac, Rock (yeah), Eric B, and Kane (I know)
But I know a few from this era that are lyrically insane
And although most are never gonna hit the level Cole or Weezy at
Or be emotionally attached to Yo MTV Raps (yeah)
Runnin' home from school to catch an episode
The feeling that it gave you to rip the plastic off the tape
You hold and peel it back, yeah
Tear it off then play it (what?)
Swear to God, 4 o'clock
We crowd around the TV, Butter in his underwear and socks
When Nani was con-artisted (yeah)
And Proof had his hair in locks (doody)
Yeah, back when Flavor Flav had us wearing clocks
Back with Ed Lover (yes)
And there was two Dr. Dre's, that's a paradox (pair of docs)
But I never thought I'd get so jealous
At the thought of letting you go psychologically
It's gonna bother me, my eyes are already watery
Part of me don't don't wanna (yeah), stop 'til I get you back
'Cause I got put the work in and tell you I'm never givin' this up
The other part wants to tell you to just get fucked
Go back to whatever dick that you sucked (ah)
Get back together with them, you slut
Givin' up the vagina like a trip to the gynecologist
When I helped you become bigger than you were
But I guess that it slipped you're mind
You must be buying your time looking for someone to come along
That'll make you feel like I did back when you were mine, huh? (Damn)
But truthfully it was never really you and me
Exclusively it is too many new MC's you can choose between
But no matter how many motherfuckers ran through
Bet they can't do it like me
But I can't keep burnin' the candle at both ends
And I can't handle it when I leave and you find another one
Now I gotta take this beat and dismantle it
I won't grieve when I kill you
But if I can't have you, bitch, nobody can
Hear me? I used to be your favorite, bitch
Like music's my first love, right
But, what it turned into is like
You know these-these cats got it now, she just like a ho
They ain't doin' it right to make
Yeah, for real, yeah, yeah
Switched it up, don' changed the shit on that damn
Yeah, everybody don' ran through it
Mumble rappin'
Ain't no more substance in shit
Right, right
(They don't treat it how it needs to be treated)
I kinda want that old thing back
Yeah, I was young, I was hungry
I was chasing the bag at twenty-one
I was lucky to find an uneaten fuckin' (what?)
Honeybun I forgot about
Now I got money falling out, fifties, hundreds, and twenties (right)
And I know nothing is funny 'bout the Manchester bombing
But we got something in common, both of us are alarmin' (what?)
Foul, disgusting, and awful (yeah), so repugnant and ugly (yup)
I could give the Boston Marathon a run for its money, yeah
And you could say I'm a little bit immature
But this type of literature got me a little richer, haha
But I get insecure when them other dudes hit on you, girl
You're letting him fiddle with your clitoris
Remember you were my fuckin'
You used to be my favorite, bitch
Things will never be the same
Ain't it funny how you changed
Up and flipped the script
You done let a bunch of lames fall through
And complain that I can't burn it
You ain't have to do it like that
Told you I'd be right back
Look at what you did, I need a new chick
Like the music I had to bounce on my favorite bitch
Yeah, always hated my smile
Mama told me it's goofy
I'd get picked on at school
Come home and she'd school me
She never sugarcoated it to me
She said if I wasn't so stupid and ugly
I wouldn't always get bullied (true)
I think of my struggles and get emotional
Could be 'cause how behind the 8-ball
And far in the hole that they put me
Now I'm on a roll like a Tootsie (yeah)
I'm just trollin' you pussies
But I'm like stroller 'cause you'll see just how I roll if you push me (haha)
But that's what I do this music for
When I was goin' through some of the hardest times I drew from her
But she's like the devil 'cause I just can't let loose of her
'Cause the thought of losing her
Makes me just wanna just let loose on her
When I hit the studio, tryna rendezvous with her
Tell her, it's a butt-dial girl, yeah, booty-call (haha)
That's how it used to be
'Cause you and me, we ruled the world
And we made Curtis blow (Fifty)
Fuck, I miss them days
You used to be my favorite, bitch
Things will never be the same
Ain't it funny how you changed
Up and flipped the script
You done let a bunch of lames fall through
And complain that I can't burn it
You ain't have to do it like that
Told you I'd be right back
Look at what you did, I need a new chick
Like the music I had to bounce on my favorite bitch
You fuckin' leavin' me, bitch?
I don't think so, sit your motherfuckin' ass down
I swear to God, you run to that door
I'ma put one in the back of your fuckin' head
Now I'ma ask you this one time
And the answer better be, "Yes"
Would you marry me again?
Now that everything is changed (yeah)
It'll never be the same (ah)
As the era whence we came (who?)
From Nas to Pac, Rock (yeah), Eric B, and Kane (I know)
But I know a few from this era that are lyrically insane
And although most are never gonna hit the level Cole or Weezy at
Or be emotionally attached to Yo MTV Raps (yeah)
Runnin' home from school to catch an episode
The feeling that it gave you to rip the plastic off the tape
You hold and peel it back, yeah
Tear it off then play it (what?)
Swear to God, 4 o'clock
We crowd around the TV, Butter in his underwear and socks
When Nani was con-artisted (yeah)
And Proof had his hair in locks (doody)
Yeah, back when Flavor Flav had us wearing clocks
Back with Ed Lover (yes)
And there was two Dr. Dre's, that's a paradox (pair of docs)
But I never thought I'd get so jealous
At the thought of letting you go psychologically
It's gonna bother me, my eyes are already watery
Part of me don't don't wanna (yeah), stop 'til I get you back
'Cause I got put the work in and tell you I'm never givin' this up
The other part wants to tell you to just get fucked
Go back to whatever dick that you sucked (ah)
Get back together with them, you slut
Givin' up the vagina like a trip to the gynecologist
When I helped you become bigger than you were
But I guess that it slipped you're mind
You must be buying your time looking for someone to come along
That'll make you feel like I did back when you were mine, huh? (Damn)
But truthfully it was never really you and me
Exclusively it is too many new MC's you can choose between
But no matter how many motherfuckers ran through
Bet they can't do it like me
But I can't keep burnin' the candle at both ends
And I can't handle it when I leave and you find another one
Now I gotta take this beat and dismantle it
I won't grieve when I kill you
But if I can't have you, bitch, nobody can
Hear me? I used to be your favorite, bitch
Lyrics submitted by Sublime4Life
Favorite Bitch Lyrics as written by Luis Edgardo Resto B. Perry
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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