So Sad - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

All these slimy grimy women, birthin children to make a livin

So sad, you’re so sad, you’re so sad, you’re so sad

All these slimy grimy women, whirly women chasin millions

Sad, you’re so sad, you’re so sad, you’re so sad

I got a lot of negative problems;

I call 'em baby’s mommas

There be always drama cause they always callin

Draggin me in and out of the courtroom, man

How much is enough to support you, ma’am?

Got a nigga in the jam I am, sittin in the cell with no bail

But I got cash, man I tell y’all

Women, playin the game birthin children to make a livin

She don’t need a 9-to-5 cause she workin the system

Bitches!

Grimy, nasty, old wicked-ass bitches

Schemin and tryin to skeez on a real nigga

Hold my baby ransom and tryin to get some advances

But before I give you half Miss, I go to jail and chance it (yeah)

You golddiggin hoes get nothin, nathan, nada

You’re lucky if I even holla

It’s so sad, it’s so sad, it’s so sad, it’s so sad

Better watch it boy, sneaky bitches, grimy bitches

Down for takin, stickin all these bitches nigga listen

Hoes’ll get you fucked up, some of 'em like to cut shit

Some of 'em think they smart, I’m knockin

Bitches have you locked up, and it’s fucked up

Shit, we gotta have that ass, and it’s no love

Mamis just be at that stash, tryin to get me

Pop one in and now she got my ass for 18, she got my cash

Now the people in my buisness, gotta pay up (pay up)

Or it’s on, I’m gone, while the slut lays up

But naw, naw dawg, I can’t see myself bein broke

Or trippin 'bout no broad, dawg (hell naw)

If in fact, if it’s mine give it back

One-two-three-fo', baby daddy’s past mistakes

Gotta pay for that share, I’m 'bout the garbage-ass kids

Let me catch another nigga, leave that bitch!

See I was brought up on the side of the tracks

With the roaches and the rats

Brats, big grimy bitches approaches niggas with the gats

Out to rob ya, out to get ya, nigga livin is a gamble

Bitches settin niggas up, with their baby mama scandal

Women these days worse than fiends in the 80's

Tryin to collect all the welfare, havin about ten babies

Shady, shiesty women, they might like me

See a nigga with money and they think they might try me (I doubt it)

Keep it movin baby, I’m the one that keep it player

No matter how you fix your hair or how you shake your derriere

I won’t fuck it, trained not to love it

She won’t cut into my budget with kids playin the puppets

It’s a goddamn shame, America the great

Give a nigga a case because my pockets ain’t straight

Look nigga, if you can’t take care of your kids

Cause these set-up grimy bitches tryin to use them to live, nigga