Bitches Ain't Shit Lyrics & Chords By Ben Folds

Bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit

Bitches ain't shit but hos and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Just get the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hos at night
Tighter than a motherfucking gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the motherfucking Compton streets

Peep that shit, got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my motherfucking pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hanging with a white bitch doing the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the ends that she got meant nothing
And now she's suing 'cause the shit she be doing ain't shit

(Bitches can't hang with the streets)
She found herself short
(Now she's takin' me to court)
That's real conversation for your ass

I once had a bitch named Mandy May
I used to be up in them guts, like, every day
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigger on sprung
I was in love like a motherfucker lickin' the proton
The homies used to tell me that she was no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure nigger wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what, got gaffled by one time

I'm back in the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I gets released on a hot, sunny day
My nigger D.O.C. and my homey Dr. Dre
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop, we got the news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in the county blues
Ain't been out a second, and already I got to do
Some motherfucking chin checkin'

Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the Glock
Kick in the door, and I look on the floor
It's my little cousin Daz, and he's fuckin' my ho
I uncocked my shit
I'm heartbroke, but I'm still locked
Spoken: Man, fuck that bitch

3, 4
Bitches ain't shit but hos and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hos at night
Tighter than a motherfucking gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the motherfucking Compton streets

Peep that shit, got deep and it was on
Number one song after number one song
Long as my motherfucking pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hanging with a white bitch doing the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the ends that she got meant nothing
And now she's suing 'cause the shit she be doing ain't shit

(Bitches can't hang with the streets)
She found herself short
(Now she's takin' me to court)
That's some real conversation for your ass

(Bitches can't hang with the streets
Bitches can't hang with the streets
Bitches can't hang with the streets
Bitches can't hang with the streets
Bitches can't hang with the streets
Bitches can't hang with the streets
Bitches can't hang with the streets
Bitches can't hang with the streets)