Tairrie B - Ruthless b**h lyrics

[Intro: Tairrie B] "Yo, I'm tired of everybody telling me What I can and can not do So I'm not doing a grand finale And there'll be no special thanks on this track Cause this is my trademark So if you can't take what you're about to hear Then cover your ear and gimme some guitar Nah, it's gotta be harder Gimme me drums Yeah! Cause there's a time to be nice But right now, it's time to be Ruthless!" [Verse 1: Tairrie B] Yo, girls I can handle a mic, right? (Right!) So why they all playing me like I can't hang when the name of game is retail That's right, I'm a female Punk motherf**ers and I'm too strong To let you stop me, I'll prove you wrong Male chauvinists who refuse to believe That a girl like me can achieve Status, the same as a man I'll be damned, let's make a Ruthless Jam Gimme a coat so I can clear my throat Call this a sequel to 'Murder She Wrote' More trouble for a devil on a level of a gangstress To the boys in my band, I give thanks, this Beat is just what I need to get my point across I'm the female mob boss You know my rep and I ain't half-stepping Kick the rhythm as I stash my weapon Cops are left and right The label's under question cause we're too damn hype And outspoken so remaining anonymous It is impossible the name it is synonymous With Ruthless, who will you pick My name is Tairrie, and the B is for b**h [Samples] "Black murderous the b**h is Ruthless" "What the f** is you doing now?" [Verse 2: Tairrie B] I'm gunna tell you about a ho I know name Linda Never with a groupie get over so I'm fi'n ta Diss the hooker, you're just jealous Cause I pimped all your so-called fellas I say to myself, it's time you get caught Linda can't pretend to be something she's not I operate with s** appeal You're on the Doctor's dick for a deal When it comes down to it You're nothing but a prostitute Knocking boot And now you wanna come to my town There's only one female on Comptown, tramp Don't think you stand a chance I'm fed up, so let's go head up I'll kick your a** and if that don't stop you (The Comptown crew will drop you) Cause you ain't no rapper, and what do you look like Rumor has it, you're a dyke By now you must be 43 Tell me how you gonna get with me I'm young and beautiful, playing with the full deck In full effect You got no respect and your lyrics are corny Whoever told you that you could rap, they were horny And you were nothing more than a skeez Please, get real, you'll never get record deal You're Fatal Attraction, that sh** is scary Who's gonna sign an ugly wannabe Tairrie? No one You should have known better (If she steps to you?) Yeah, let her Then well see what the B is for I'll autograph the fan and pimp slap the who*e She ain't down, she looks like a clown And she's jocking every rapper and producer in town So why, you ask, would I bother to do this? Tell her girls... (The b**h is Ruthless!) [SAMPLES] "There's plenty of that and much more" "It's about time one of you hear it" "Remember the old days when you could beat up a woman?" [Verse 3: Tairrie B] Now when it comes to men, I got a one track mind Step to me and you just might find A female who stands her ground So when provoked, I won't back down All you had to do was love me But instead you chose to shove me Till d**h to us part for the rest of my life? No I won't be no battered wife Taken for granted cause you rock my world Take advantage, you're f**ing with wrong girl, punk I don't care if you're drunk or sober Put your hands on me, it's over Cause I don't play coy, not with a boyfriend But I'll play you, just like a toy, friend Throw you away when I'm done Cause a b**h is a b**h but I ain't the one To be cheated on or beaten on I'm talking Burning Bed, enough said The fire is dead, so there ain't no use Don't try to come back, you got no juice I want a real man to respect and love me Not a punk little s**er to push and shove me Play it again, lemme say it again I'm well prepared when it comes to men You see, nowadays, I rap with a vengeance I'm a new woman but this ain't revenge, it's Putting the past on the shelf Cause 'b**h' means 'being in total control of herself' I'm not your baby doll, you juiceless The b**h is back and this b**h is Ruthless [Samples] "A crazed b**h with a gangster profanity pitch" "Take me to the next plateau" [Verse 4: Tairrie B] Verse four, I got a score to settle This ain't high energy or heavy metal It's rap, so when it comes to punk motherf**ers Lemme tell you about a man and his band of s**ers Two tramps who think they can sing Tried to rap when they thought it was a in thing Couldn't even write a good rhyme Cause you ain't legit, you don't know the time To answer to LL? Gimme a break No heart from the start, which proves you're fake And nowadays, you 'Love to Ba**' Cause house is the latest craze So you jump on the bandwagon, sell your soul What's next, rock-n-roll? You got s**ed So how does it feel to s*ut your way to a deal I don't sell my body for money or a meal And the name I use is real What the f** is Acacia? It's a name of a tree Look up Tairrie B You'll see the definition is Ruthless, rival, your enemy Get off my tip, you ain't no friend to me How you feel, you look real sick, not s**y More like anorexic (You on that diet called crack?) It's either that or smack cause your body is wack Put a little meat on your bone Pick up a fork and drop the microphone You going down while I'm coming on Comptown We sell sold gold, platinum bound An underground sound guaranteed to succeed Cause looks ain't all you need You gotta have talent. You know, sk**? You can't reply on the birth control pill So if you wanna get ill, I suggest you chill Don't attempt to diss, you know I will Step to ya face to face It doesn't matter the time and you can name the place (Word to the mother) Take a look at my cover I'm a Ruthless b**h, far from a lover [SAMPLES] "B-i-t-c-h" "something far from a lover" "What you want me to?" [Verse 5: Tairrie B] I'm the artist, the hardest Executive producer, writer, arranger So don't be too sure That I'll be played and give the credit away And let them call me a protege I didn't come in like a s**er And I'm not going out like one motherf**er Yeah I speak my mind, don't tell me to shut up Play me close homeboy (What up) If your name ain't on it Then my record won't hit? If you don't produce it, it ain't legit? That's bullsh**, you living like a s**er You stuck up, suped up, sorry motherf**er A Ruthless attack is what's going down But you ain't got nothing to do with Comptown I produce myself so I brag it Go back to wearing sequins, cause you look like a f*ggot World Cla**? You got no cla** So when they said that you'd produce me, I said I'll pa** As for the Grammys, I'll put that on the shelf It takes a punk motherf**er to play himself Your best shot was weak, I didn't need no stiches Get this straight, I ain't one of your b**hes You cartoon gangsta, I'm calling your bluff Hitting a woman, that makes you real tough I had enough of you flaunting your grip I'm no fan so get off of your own tip Cause the music you make may come from the streets But it sounds like Ultimate Breaks & Beats My opinion is you ain't all that You're a p**y, the definition: cat And that ain't no joke you think that it's funny? Integrity is more important than money And either you got it or you don't, but I won't front I'm just here to stunt One producer who said he'd produce this With or without you, I'm Ruthless [OUTRO] "And there you have it, a Ruthless b**h Now ask yourself, are you that ignorant punk-a** f**ed up overweight wannabe gangster? Or maybe you're that psycho, civil jocking Jerry Heller, washed-up over the hill, pushing 50 rapstar tipping, ugly wack demo never gonna be nothing, hooker? Yeah, you probably are I told you not to f** with me"