Bitches 2 Songtext
von Ice‐T

Yeah, you niggas, because you make records and shit
You think you got it goin′ on, and shit
You know what I'm sayin′ yeah?
Yo, shut up, bitch
Yo, you don't call me no bitch
Who the fuck you think you is callin' me a bitch?

Who the fuck - (shut the duck up, bitch)
(Yo, yo) fuckin′ bitch troops (ha)
Yo, yo, yo, baby, yo, yo, don′t get mad, don't get mad
You know what I′m sayin'?
Let me tell you what really is-, what a-, what a bitch really is

I once knew this brother who I thought was cool with me
Chilled out together, even went to school with me
Fly nigga, my ace boon coon, we used to low ride together
Shot dice in the bathroom
You want trouble? Well, trouble you found
′Cause we diss you, then issue the critical beat-down


He needed money, I would always come through
Needed a car? He could use mine too
But bust this! Out on the street, people say he was riffin'
Callin′ me a sucker, talkin' 'bout how foul I′m livin′
Someone heard him poppin' that shit last week
Frontin′ for some pussy from some big-butt freak

Sayin' I′m his worker, I was on his dick!
Talkin' that crazy old weak assed shit
And after all of that, she still walked away
How ya gonna diss your boy to get some play?
And when I stepped to him about it, he said, "Who snitched?"

Yo, how did he go out?
(He went out like a bitch!)
So ladies, we ain′t just talkin' 'bout you
′Cause some of you niggas is bitches too

You ain′t nothin' but a bitch (nigga)
Some of you niggas are bitches too
You ain′t nothin' but a bitch (nigga)
Some of you niggas are bitches too

You ain′t nothin' but a bitch (nigga)
Some of you niggas are bitches too
You ain′t nothin' but a bitch (nigga)
Some of you niggas are bitches too


I knew this brother named Mitch, stone player
He meet a girl, in five minutes he'd lay her
Trucked crazy jewels, hands smothered in ice
Been to prison not once, but twice
Kept a stupid thick posse made of thugs and crooks and hoods
And vet hustlers that were up to no good

But they all stood behind him and watched his back
That′s the only way to roll on the track
But yo, Mitch got rushed by feds last week
They snatchbared the trunk of his white Cornice
Took a look inside, and what did they see?
Two keys, and a gallon of PCP

Oh, shit! The thought crashed Mitch′s subliminal
Three strikes, that's called "Habitual criminal"
So instead of goin′ under, he snitched on his whole posse
Maxed at the crib and sipped Martini and Rossi
Sold out his whole crew, that rat named Mitch

Yo, how did he go out?
(He went out like a bitch!)
So ladies, we ain't just talkin′ 'bout you
′Cause some of you niggas is bitches too

You ain't nothin' but a bitch (nigga)
Some of you niggas are bitches too
You ain′t nothin′ but a bitch (nigga)
Some of you niggas are bitches too

I knew this guy who was never that fly
Couldn't act cool even when he tried
When we played rough, he always cried
When he told stories, he always lied
A Black brother who was missin′ the cool part
He had the color but was missin' the true heart

When we would fight, he would always go down quick
So he took karate and he still got his ass kicked
But now he′s married, and he kicks his wife's ass
Says it comes from problems that he had in the past
Doesn′t like Blacks, claims he's upper class
Joined the police, got himself a badge

Now he rolls the streets and he's out to jack
Doggin′ young brothers ′cause they usually don't fight back
Got a White partner and he asked for that
And every night another head they crack
So now he′s big man but he really ain't shit

Yo, how did he go out?
(He went out like a bitch!)
So ladies, we ain′t just talkin' bout you
′Cause a lot of these pig are bitches too!

You ain't nothin' but a bitch (nigga)
Some of you niggas are bitches too
You ain′t nothin′ but a bitch (nigga)
Some of you niggas are bitches too

Out one night with my crew and some new kid
I didn't know homeboy, but Evil E did
So I thought he was cool, we rode in his ride
Rag top tray on Dayton′s lifted side to side
We hit the party deep, niggas was hawkin' me
You could feel the vibe of thick artillery

Parliament was on, some O.G. shit
I put my back to the wall and felt my pistol grip
All of a sudden, niggas started trippin′
Flippin', the record started skippin′
Wildin', fools started loccin' up
Gats cracked, the room started smokin′ up

Me and "E" hit the floor and then the back door
My boys let off an automatic encore
But when we made it out to the ride
It was gone, we had to shoot it out, side by side
Punk left us there to die in a ditch!

Yo, how did he go out?
(He went out like a bitch!)
So ladies, we ain′t just talkin' ′bout you
'Cause you scary-ass niggas is bitches too!

Some of you niggas are bitches too

So if you′re wonderin' why we lookin′ at you funny, it's because
(Some of you niggas are bitches too)
You always tell a brother you're gonna loan him money, but you don′t ′cause
(Some of you niggas are bitches too)
Yo, Aladdin, you know why they be frontin'? I′ma tell you why, 'cause
(Some of you niggas are bitches too)
You act like you can fight, but when it′s a real fight you find out bitch
(Some of you niggas are bitches too)

"Yo, I'ma do it Ice, I′ma do it, Ice" no you ain't, man, no you ain't, ′cause
(Some of you niggas are bitches too)
A brother think he′s got backup, but he really don't you know why?
(Some of you niggas are bitches too)
I wouldn′t even hit you with my fist, I'd smack the shit out of you, ′cause
(Some of you niggas are bitches too)
I know the real brothers