Check That Bitch E-40 & Too $hort

[Intro: E-40]
E-40, Too $hort

[Chorus: DNyce, E-40]
Foldin' this paper, gettin' my grip (Grip)
Nigga, I'm a player (Player), nigga, I'm a pimp (Pimp)
Don't holla at me, these hoes is a trip
Don't try to check me, you better check that bitch (Bitch)
Check that bitch (Bitch), check that bitch (Bitch)
Check that bitch (Bitch), check that bitch (Bitch)
Check that bitch (Bitch), check that bitch (Bitch)
Check that bitch (Bitch), check that bitch (Bitch)
Nigga

[Verse 1: Too $hort]
It's never too late to learn the game
Don't call me tryna earn the name
If you don't want shit
Tryna take up for that punk bitch
You hella square…I don't fuck with it
All you gotta do is tell her how you feel
Just be honest, it ain't hard bein' real
If she fuckin' with the next man, you gon' be her ex-man
And don't let me catch you stressin'

[Verse 2: E-40]
Stressin', let me give they ass a lesson, $hort (Lesson, $hort)
Some of these so-called players bein' actin' like a dork (Like a dork)
They get behind closed doors, they poodle up (They poodle up)
Let they bitch treat 'em like a mutt (Like a mutt)
There's rules and regulations in the Book of Mackin' (Book of Mackin')
If she ain't your main broad you can't be a captain (Be a captain)
And even if she is, she better show you 'spect (Show you 'spect)
Just in case, always have another bitch on deck (Bitch on deck)
BIATCH!