I think much like another song “Anti-Matter” (that's also on the same album as this song), this one is also is inspired by a horrifying van crash the band experienced on Nov 3, 2022. This, much like the other track, sounds like it's an extension what they shared while huddled in the wreckage, as they helped frontman Garrett Russell stem the bleeding from his head wound while he was under the temporary effects of a concussion. The track speaks of where the mind goes at the most desperate & desolate of times, when it just about slips away to all but disconnect itself, and the aftermath.
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
Tight than a motherfucka with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the motherfuckin' Compton streets
Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my motherfuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing 'cause shit that she be doin' ain't shit
Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
That's real conversation for yo' ass
So recognize and pass to Daz
Now as I'm rollin' with my nigga Dre in Eastwood
Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough, up to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
(But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chillin' with your homies and shit
And how my niggas kick the anthem like this, biatch
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
To the store, to get me a 4-0
Snoop Doggy Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes
So I head down the streets to Long Beach
Just so I could meet a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes, ha
But I'm from Tha Pound and we don't love them hoes
How could you trust a ho? (why?)
'Cause a ho's a trick
I don't love them tricks (why?)
'Cause a trick's a bitch
And my dick's constantly in her mouth
Turnin' them trick-ass hoes the fuck out, now
I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Used to be all in them guts like every day
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a motherfucker lickin' the pearl tongue
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggas wouldn't trip wit' mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr. Dre
Scoop in a coupe, Snoop we got news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some motherfuckin' chin checking
Move up the blocks as we groove up the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the Glock
Kick in the do', I look on the flo'
It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my ho, yo (bitches ain't shit)
I uncocked my shit, I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed
Man, fuck a bitch
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
(Bitches ain't shit) Ooh yeah, oh-oh-oh yeah
I don't give a fuck about a bitch (bitches ain't shit)
But I'll let her know that she can't fade this
'Cause I'm doing my own thing (bitches ain't shit)
Down with the swing (can't trust these hoes)
I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing
I say you know can't deal (bitches ain't shit)
'Cause I'm a bitch that's real
Motherfuckers need to step back, hell yeah
They need to chill (tell these motherfuckers)
Because I don't give a fuck (bitches ain't shit)
And I don't give a fuck
And I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
And now I gotta do some (tell these motherfuckers)
I gotta do some shit that's clean (bitches ain't shit)
But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean, ha
Like a washing machine
I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows
That I'm on the flow, ho
But they can't hang with my type of swang (bitches ain't shit)
I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones
With he tip of the tongue
And then they're sprung
And with their nuts hung (and with their nuts hung)
Bitches ain't shit (bitches ain't shit)
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
Tight than a motherfucka with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the motherfuckin' Compton streets
Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my motherfuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing 'cause shit that she be doin' ain't shit
Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
That's real conversation for yo' ass
So recognize and pass to Daz
Now as I'm rollin' with my nigga Dre in Eastwood
Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough, up to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
(But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chillin' with your homies and shit
And how my niggas kick the anthem like this, biatch
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
To the store, to get me a 4-0
Snoop Doggy Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes
So I head down the streets to Long Beach
Just so I could meet a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes, ha
But I'm from Tha Pound and we don't love them hoes
How could you trust a ho? (why?)
'Cause a ho's a trick
I don't love them tricks (why?)
'Cause a trick's a bitch
And my dick's constantly in her mouth
Turnin' them trick-ass hoes the fuck out, now
I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Used to be all in them guts like every day
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a motherfucker lickin' the pearl tongue
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggas wouldn't trip wit' mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr. Dre
Scoop in a coupe, Snoop we got news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some motherfuckin' chin checking
Move up the blocks as we groove up the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the Glock
Kick in the do', I look on the flo'
It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my ho, yo (bitches ain't shit)
I uncocked my shit, I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed
Man, fuck a bitch
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck on after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
(Bitches ain't shit) Ooh yeah, oh-oh-oh yeah
I don't give a fuck about a bitch (bitches ain't shit)
But I'll let her know that she can't fade this
'Cause I'm doing my own thing (bitches ain't shit)
Down with the swing (can't trust these hoes)
I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing
I say you know can't deal (bitches ain't shit)
'Cause I'm a bitch that's real
Motherfuckers need to step back, hell yeah
They need to chill (tell these motherfuckers)
Because I don't give a fuck (bitches ain't shit)
And I don't give a fuck
And I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
And now I gotta do some (tell these motherfuckers)
I gotta do some shit that's clean (bitches ain't shit)
But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean, ha
Like a washing machine
I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows
That I'm on the flow, ho
But they can't hang with my type of swang (bitches ain't shit)
I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones
With he tip of the tongue
And then they're sprung
And with their nuts hung (and with their nuts hung)
Bitches ain't shit (bitches ain't shit)
Add your thoughts
Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.
Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!
More Featured Meanings
Dreamwalker
Silent Planet
Silent Planet
Head > Heels
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
“Head > Heels” is a track that aims to capture what it feels like to experience romance that exceeds expectations. Ed Sheeran dedicates his album outro to a lover who has blessed him with a unique experience that he seeks to describe through the song’s nuanced lyrics.
Amazing
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran tells a story of unsuccessfully trying to feel “Amazing.” This track is about the being weighed down by emotional stress despite valiant attempts to find some positivity in the situation. This track was written by Ed Sheeran from the perspective of his friend. From the track, we see this person fall deeper into the negative thoughts and slide further down the path of mental torment with every lyric.
American Town
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran shares a short story of reconnecting with an old flame on “American Town.” The track is about a holiday Ed Sheeran spends with his countrywoman who resides in America. The two are back together after a long period apart, and get around to enjoying a bunch of fun activities while rekindling the flames of their romance.
Plastic Bag
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
“Plastic Bag” is a song about searching for an escape from personal problems and hoping to find it in the lively atmosphere of a Saturday night party. Ed Sheeran tells the story of his friend and the myriad of troubles he is going through. Unable to find any solutions, this friend seeks a last resort in a party and the vanity that comes with it.
“I overthink and have trouble sleepin’ / All purpose gone and don’t have a reason / And there’s no doctor to stop this bleedin’ / So I left home and jumped in the deep end,” Ed Sheeran sings in verse one. He continues by adding that this person is feeling the weight of having disappointed his father and doesn’t have any friends to rely on in this difficult moment. In the second verse, Ed sings about the role of grief in his friend’s plight and his dwindling faith in prayer. “Saturday night is givin’ me a reason to rely on the strobe lights / The lifeline of a promise in a shot glass, and I’ll take that / If you’re givin’ out love from a plastic bag,” Ed sings on the chorus, as his friend turns to new vices in hopes of feeling better.
Dre's verse is exclusively about Eazy-E.
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright (Obviously this has nothing whatsoever to do with bitches but about Eazy-E, because of the NWA fued. I am on Eazy-E's side of that but I still enjoy all NWA members as well as Ben Folds music.)
He describes his friendship with Eazy a.k.a Eric Wright.
He then goes on to say that the bitch (Eazy-E) was hanging with the white bitch (Jerry Heller) and by "sucking his dick" he is saying that Eazy-E was being swindled out of his money. He belied Ruthless Records co-founder was a bad man who was exploiting Eazy and the rest of the group.
Eazy E had executive producer credits to Dr Dre's music at this time, so even his diss songs towards Eazy were actually giving him money. Dre in the meantime was getting together with Suge Knight to form Death Row Records. Suge Knight is a huge strongman and intimidator. Dre lured Eazy to a building where Suge and other large men threatened him with Louisville Sluggers forcing Eazy to release Dre from the contacts. The only reason Eazy signed was because Jerry had told him that if his life went to danger, he needed to get out of it and they could settle the illegal dispute in court later on. It wasn't worth dying. This is the "bitch" taking him to court.