Da Bichez Jeru the Damaja

[Chorus]
I'm not talking 'bout the queens, but (What?), the bitches
Not the sisters, but (What?), the bitches
Not the young ladies, but (What?), the bitches
The bitches, the bitches, the bitches (Bitch!)

[Verse 1]
Now a queen's a queen and a stunt is a stunt
You can tell who's who by the things they want
Most chicks want minks, diamonds, a Benz
Spend up all your ends, probably fuck your friends
High-post attitudes, real rude with fat asses
Think that the pussy is made out of gold
Try to control you by slidin' up and down on the wood
They be givin' up sex for goods
Dealin' with bitches is the same old song
They only want you 'til someone richer comes along
Don't get me wrong, strong black women
I know who's who so due the respect I'm givin'
While queens stand by you, and stick around
Bitches suck you dry and push you down
So it's my duty to address
This vampires givin' the black man stress
Recognize what's real and not material
Or burn in hell, chasin' Polo and Guess, dumb bitches