The Bitch That I Hate

DEB: Hey baby, I`m outta here, I`m goin` to work.<br>BITCH: Bitch, you know you ain`t goin` to no motherfuckin` work! You<br> prob`ly goin` `round one of them long-cock slimy hoes` <br> motherfuckin` house!<br>DEB: Oh, you callin` me a liar, bitch? I`ll fuck you up in here!<br>BITCH: Who you gon` fuck up? You gon` GET fucked up! I`m tired, every<br> time I motherfuckin` turn around, a bitch comin` to me talkin`<br> `bout, you fuckin` with them ...<br>DEB: Hey, hold up, hold up, check this out ...<br><br>Verse 1: Debonaire<br>When you first moved in, you ain`t talked so slick<br>All you had to do was clean and take dick<br>Knowin` that Deb would bring home the bacon<br>Everything was cool, but now you break him<br>Sayin` how I don`t take you out<br>Like when we first met, but think about<br>This motherfucker that bought you cribs<br>Comin` home to fast food instead of home-cooked ribs<br>I ain`t complained, but you go on<br>Talkin` `bout shit like your period`s on<br>Sayin` how I spend too much time<br>Away from you with those friends of mine<br>A nigga will be a nigga<br>And a hoe will think that he`s trying to egg her<br>So, bitch, you better get it straight<br>Before you become the bitch that I hate<br><br>BITCH: JT, I ain`t with that shit! How you gon` be a dog and don`t<br> even know it `round here, bullshittin` me like that? You got me<br> fucked up! I deserve better bullshit than that! I ain`t with<br> all that fuck-shit, talkin` `bout, "I don`t do this, I don`t do <br> that," man, you better come clean with that fuck-shit! You <br> know better than that!<br>JT: Hold up, hold up, let me straighten all this shit right here!<br><br>Verse 2: JT Money<br>Constantly naggin` `bout the things I don`t do<br>But while I`m out workin`, where the fuck are you?<br>You lay around my house, you ain`t doin` shit<br>Matter fact, you startin` to make me sick<br>Always bitchin`, cryin`, yellin`, and tryin`<br>To tell me how I`m doin` you wrong but you`re lyin`<br>So be quiet, stop singin` the blues<br>`Cause I know plenty hoes who wanna be in your shoes<br>So if I was you, baby, I`d just chill<br>`Cause if I don`t work, who`ll pay the bills?<br>You sure don`t work, so say that crap<br>All you do is make love and can`t do that<br>You better sit y`butt down and rest your nerves<br>Before you find your shit somewhere out on the curb<br>Think about it, and get your shit straight<br>Before you become the bitch that I hate<br><br>BITCH: Deb, yo` motherfuckin` ass think you slick, but I know you<br> and that ol` raggly-ass friend of yours, JT, be out there <br> fuckin` them - oh, maybe one-dollar, two-dollar-ass <br> motherfuckin` hoes, but I know one thing, you better not bring <br> nothin` home to me that penicillin can`t motherfuckin` cure, bitch!<br>DEB: Shit, I know you better stop that bitchin` and get yo` ass in the<br> kitchen!<br>BITCH: Motherfucker, you try and get YOUR motherfuckin` ass <br> in the ...<br>DEB: Hold up, hold up, check it ...<br><br>Verse 3: Debonaire<br>Constantly sayin` "I think you` a jerk";<br>That I`m lyin` `bout the hours I work<br>Sayin` there must be another only<br>Well, I`ma say, instead of bein` phony<br>Every motherfucker fools around<br>Definitely, and it may sound<br>Crazy, but most bitches say, <br>If they gettin` paid, then their shit`s OK<br>You gettin` cash and taken care of<br>It`s a fact that you should be aware of<br>And stop worryin` `bout the next hoe<br>`Cause you on top, and she`s way below<br>So you better had get it straight,<br>Before you become the bitch that I hate<br><br>BITCH: You silk-suit-wearin` motherfuckers! You don`t even ask <br> me to come to your motherfuckin` shows! You must be out there <br> fuckin` them groupie-ass hoes! When y`ass come home, y`shit <br> don`t even get all hard, motherfucker ...<br>JT: Hey, what the fuck you talkin` `bout??<br>BITCH: ... motherfucker, don`t even try to cut me off! You know <br> what the fuck up!<br>JT: GodDAMN, baby, just listen to this shit!<br>BITCH: You listen to that shit I just said!<br><br>Verse 4: JT Money<br>Now we`ve been through all this shit before<br>Once I say it this time, I won`t say it no more<br>It`s a part of my job to take long trips<br>But when I get back, I`m gettin` flip of the lip<br>You`re never home, and hard to find<br>And still talkin` `bout, I don`t spend time<br>With you. Now tell me, who`s duckin` who?<br>If you ask me, another nigga`s fuckin` you<br>So say that crap, don`t try to front<br>I gave you everything that you could possibly want<br>Without me, where would you be?<br>Takin` care of you sure ain`t my responsibility<br>So hush your mouth, and kill that shit,<br>Or find somebody else to stay with<br>Now think about that, and get your shit straight<br>Before you become the bitch that I hate