(Fifty talking)
If a bitch don't like me
somethin's wrong with the bitch...(fuck that bitch)

(Dave Hollister singing)
Why...oh why...why..you wanna fuck with me now?

(Fifty talking)
Yo Dave, that shit come with the game baby, the money, you know,
thats how this shit works, you know?
they supposed to love me now baby,
I'm hot now baby, I'm doin' it now.

Chorus (Dave Hollister singing)
Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
I've been wantin' to fuck wit' you for quite a while
is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me?
Whoa...if money's gonna make me slam these hoes..then alright.

Verse 1:
Whattup Shorty, I ain't seen you in many moons,
talk to me, how's life been treatin' you? good I hope, y
ou got a smile that only a fool would forget
and a figure that'll leave a nigga droolin' and shit
there I was, kickin' my game
pickin' her brain
buggin' 'cause a while back I met this bitch on the train
she wasn't feelin' me, I pulled up, she wouldn't talk from the whip
Uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead shit
but on the sidewalk we ain't play games
we exchanged numbers and names
I went back to the Range
I heard her Girlfriend whisperin' "I know that nigga, he rich"
she think I got six whips 'cause me and my Man switch
anyway, her name is CeCe
she said she go to BMCC
push a '98 328 with chrome BB's
she said she seen me in the Onyx video on TV
she liked my part the best, man, this bitch is tryin' to G me.


Verse 2:
It's hard as Hell to find a Girl thats really down for ya
type that'll hold down the Tre pound for ya
they into diamonds now, to Hell with pearls
these trick niggas fucked up, they done gave 'em the World
Hey Shorty, why you like me? huh? you like the way I spit?
oh, I hit your girlfriend, she told you 'bout the dick?
nah for real, am I the type that you wanna roll wit'?
platinum iced out, got rid of that gold shit
I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it
that I could blow Twenty Thousand and think nothin' of it
know you wouldn't fuck with me if I had no ends
probably wouldn't fuck in the whip if it wasn't a Benz
I guess life looks different through them Shanel tints
Man, I don't care if these hoes love me or not
long as I rhyme hot I'm gettin' head in my drop
it goes on and on and on and it don't stop.


Verse 3:
One thing you can always count on is change
and a rich nigga to come put shit in the game
had a 4.0 then Jigga made you trade your Range
would've felt broke if you couldn't get your change
now it's hard to find us or stay behind us
while we on the 900 double R Hondas
watch the cats who flip bricks recline in the latest whips
while Penetentiaries stay packed with cats who sling packs
all these hoes ain't Madonna fans but all across the World
you can find a material Girl
I sip Dom 'till I earl
take 'em two at a time
quick I get in they mind
have 'em thinkin' they mine
bust off then tell 'em "Bust a Uey, on mo' time"
I'm like the reason ya'll niggas can't eat this year
got your bitch breakin' her neck to peep this here
c'mon..uh huh...c'mon.

Chorus 2x

(Dave Hollister)
Fuck you bitch! leave me alone, walk on...get the fuck on...

Yo, Shorty..tell your friends ya'll ain't fuckin' with us..aww
man...look...he ain't mean that shit..
c'mon thats just records..niggas is playin'..
we wasn't serious and shit..

Lyrics submitted by Ice

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    General Commenthumans must die.... a nice asteroid would do the trick
    Disposition_987on April 16, 2004   Link
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    General Commenti ponder the meaning of these "lyrics".

    "Fuck you bitch! leave me alone, walk on...get the fuck on..."

    what are dickwads like these doing on this site anyways? shit, man, you shouldn't make music if you have absolutely NOTHING to say...
    kaysowon December 04, 2004   Link
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    General CommentExactly. I heard this song on one of my friend's mix cds and was like "huh?". kaysow, you're right. Lyrics like these shouldn't be on this site; it's impossible to comment on their meaning because, hello, THEY HAVE NO MEANING WHATSOEVER. 50 cent is sexist pig who slaughtered his own genre (which is already messed up to begin with) Another example of how shit music has turned.
    insertusernameon July 29, 2005   Link
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    General Commenti wonder how many rapes this shithead inspires. then again, i guess it's not easy being 50 cent!
    szorkoon August 19, 2005   Link
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    General Commentwow.
    this is sad.
    slinkstersarson August 19, 2005   Link
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    General CommentWhat a deep and meaningful song, I just can't figure out this deep and meaningful meaning.
    me7356on August 27, 2005   Link
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    General Commentwhats up with the end of this song
    Yo, Shorty..tell your friends ya'll ain't fuckin' with us..aww
    man...look...he ain't mean that shit..
    c'mon thats just records..niggas is playin'..
    we wasn't serious and shit..
    circuspeanut55on August 27, 2005   Link
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    General CommentThe man has the eloquence of Shakespeare, and the musical genius of J.S. Bach and Mozart combined. Lyrics such as these are the stuff that has inspired men to achieve greatness time and time again in history.

    But seriously, who listens to this stuff? The lyrics are a trainwreck, thus marring the already tainted image of rap. 50 Cent is doing nothing but furthering the stereotype that rap music does nothing but extol immorality and crime.

    This is not music.
    Zanerson September 23, 2005   Link
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    General CommentThis is a very moving song about his pet monkey and how his pet monkey is in hospital. It's very touching nd it makes me cry whenever it is being played on the radio. Poor monkey...
    Geeballs14on November 07, 2005   Link
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    General CommentAs a matter of fact my Monkey Jiminy is in hospital now and this songs comforts me and sends me to sleep.
    Wallamanageon November 07, 2005   Link

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