DJ Yella - One Less b**h lyrics

[Intro: MC Ren] (The world's most dangerous group...) Once again beatin' on your mothaf**in' eardrums Doin' much damage for all you s*utty a** ho's [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Yo, there was a b**h I knew on the avenue She was good to G-O for a nut or two yo I think her name was Clara And she was guaranteed to give a motherf**a whatever he needs To be perfectly honest, she was a hooker So I took her a hundred yards, to the boulevard I told her "I'll take care of you, you take care of me You've got a P-I-M-P and all I want is the money" She went to work and the n***as were fiendin' Yo, she had the biggest a** that you ever seen In fact she was like Medusa, with titties full grown One look and your dick turns to stone, yeah Keepin' in mind that she was the kind that would find the time to get mine Because she knows I'm not to be f**ed with She ain't crazy f**in' with Dre, she'll be pushin' up daisies She was the perfect ho, but wouldn't you know The b**h tried to gank me, so I had to k** her Yeah, straight hittin' Now listen up and lemme tell you how I did it Yo, I tied her to the bed, I was thinking the worst But yo, I had to let my n***as f** her first yeah Loaded up the forty-fo', yo Then I straight smoked the ho Cause I'm a real n***a, but I guess you figure I was soft and she thank me Coughed to the boss and got tossed One less b**h you gotta worry about She's outta here and that's how it turns out [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] Now Vicky Vicky Vicky, she's very tricky She put her hickey on top of my dick, sick betsy She told me she loved me and she wanted to keep me If only she can have the dick with me I said I'm with it but baby you gotta hold up If I was happy with somethin' that I could fold up We can do this - she said her husband was rich Then I knew I had the b**h Yo she wrote a check, many a check In the name of a b**h who was strugglin' at the same game All I wanted to do was get P-A-I-D Just a little somethin' for f**in' me Yo Everything was cool but Vicky concerned me Her husband was the District Attorney So, before he found out he was crossed up By his b**h I was f**in' I had her tossed up And put to sleep, so a n***a never forgets A dead b**h can't tell a n***a sh** One less b**h you gotta worry about She's outta here and that's how it turned out [Hook: MC Ren] One less One less One less b**h you gotta worry about! [Verse 3: Dr. Dre] Thinkin' about money, and lookin' at a prostitute The b**h was cute, so now I had to execute And shoot game like a real n***a With a steel trigga Convince her to move up to somethin' bigga I think I had a flashback though Cause I said "f** it" Loped and choked and smoked to the ho' like this: "b**h, it's all about Dre The money, money, money and this all I gotta say" Of course she came with me and remained with me 'Till the b**h felt lamed and ashamed to be Workin' that trick sh** Cause n***as knew that she was short one A little later though she called one In the chest and I knew that it was commin' By who and how the all act would be done? So what? One less b**h I gotta worry about But that ain't how it turned out.. [Verse 4: MC Ren] Yo, there was a b**h named her out and shot her Straight to the muthaf**in' trigger and said "I got her!" But I had better plans to give her the blues Like dumpin' her in the river with cement shoes I knew my money was comin' up short And the thought that the stupid b**h thought she'd never get caught Came home early and straight bust her a** On the couch with her other n***a countin' my cash I should've known she was like them other hoes I told the two motherf**az to take off their clothes bu*t naked, nothin' left but the shoes I had up a nine so they couldn't refuse I shot the n***a, he was outta there And tied up the b**h to the motherf**in' chair Now there's one less b**h I gotta worry about Everybody out, that's how it turns out [Hook: MC Ren] [Outro: Eazy-E] In reality, a fool is one who believes that all women are ladies A n***a is one who believes that all ladies are b**hes And all b**hes are created equal To me, all b**hes are the same Money-hungry, scandalous groupie hoes That's always ridin' on a n***a's dick, always in a n***a's pocket And when the n***a runs out of money the b**h is gone in the wind To me, ALL b*tchES AIN'T sh*t! [Hook: MC Ren]