Bitches 2 Lyrics - O.g. Original Gangster - Ice T

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 

Used to low ride together 

Shot dice in the bathroom 

Ya want trouble? 

Well trouble ya found 

Cause we diss ya, 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 craazy 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?" 

CHORUS 

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! 

I knew this brother named Mitch 

Stone player 

He meet a girl, in five min. he 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 

Who 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 

The snatchbared the runk 

Of his white Corniche 

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 insted 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 

CHORUS 

I knew this guy 

That 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 cut 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! 

CHORUS 

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 Daytons 

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 

al of a sudden 

Niggas started trippin' 

Flippin', the record started skippin' 

Wildin', fools started locn 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! 

CHORUS