Fake Ass Bitches (Original Version) 2Pac

[Intro: little kid]
Tell me about these fake ass bitches

Break em off somethin'

[Verse 1]
It's like I tell my niggas, keep your eyes on these bitches
They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin' riches
What the fuck you think a trick is nigga
Nigga thinking with his dick
And then get tricked out all his riches by a -- BITCH!
I'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya
Think you all of that just cause she let a nigga toss her
It's like a motherfuckin' privilege
So don't give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits
When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup
And if she hesitate, nigga hang up, worrrd up
And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone
And call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on
A motherfuckin' mack tonight
Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight
You fuckin' punks, I hate you snitches
Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches

[Interlude]
Punk motherfuckin' ass
Fuck that punk ass nigga he ain't about shiiit
Trick ass motherfucker
(bitch bitch)
Kiss my motherfuckin' ass
You ain't about sheiiiiiiiit!