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P.I.M.P.

by Tony Yayo

on Unit - G Unit Live - Hot 97 Summer Jam 2004 (2004)

[Produced by Mr. Porter]

[Hook]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a b*tch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherf*ckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a b*tch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherf*ckin' P-I-M-P

[Verse 1]
Now, shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies
They pay her, ‘cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick n*ggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the b*tch by the bar tryin' to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country
Think she like me ‘cause I'm from New York
I ain't that n*gga tryin' to holla ‘cause I want some head
I'm that n*gga tryin' to holla ‘cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
b*tch, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid!
Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see
You f*ckin' with me, you f*ckin' with a P-I-M-P

[Hook]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a b*tch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherf*ckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a b*tch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherf*ckin' P-I-M-P

[Verse 2]
I'm 'bout my money, you see, girl, you can holla at me
If you f*ckin' with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, b*tch, I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me if you curious to see
How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl, we could pop some Champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl, we could have it all
We could really splurge, girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should fall
If you got problems I can solve 'em, they big or they small
That other n*gga you be with ain't 'bout sh*t
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, b*tch

[Hook]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a b*tch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherf*ckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a b*tch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherf*ckin' P-I-M-P

[Verse 3]
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a ho 'til I got a b*tch confused
She got on Payless; me? I got on gator shoes
I'm shoppin' for chinchillas in the summer, they cheaper
Man, this ho, you can have her
When I'm done I ain't gon' keep her
Man, b*tches come and go, every n*gga pimpin' know
You sayin' it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
b*tch, choose on me, I'll have you strippin' in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Niki my bottom b*tch
She always come up with my bread
The last n*gga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your ho out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a b*tch
‘Cause I need four TV's and AMG's for the six
Ho make a pimp rich, I ain't payin', b*tch
Catch a date, suck a di*k, sh*t, trick

[Hook]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a b*tch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherf*ckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a b*tch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherf*ckin' P-I-M-P

[Outro]
Yeah, in Hollywoood they say
"There's no b'ness like show b'ness."
In the hood they say
"There's no b'ness like hoe b'ness," you know?
They say I talk a little fast
But if you listen a little faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, b*tch