One Less Bitch - N.W.A

The world’s most dangerous group

Once again beating on your motherfucking eardrums

Doing much damage for all you slutty ass hoes

Yo, there was a bitch I knew on the avenue

She was good to G-O for a nut or two yo

I think her name was Clara

And she was guaranteed to give a motherfucka whatever he needs

To be perfectly honest, she was a hooker

So I took her a hundred yards, to the boulevard

I told her «I'll take care of you, you take care of me

You’ve got a P-I-M-P and all I want is the money»

She went to work and the niggas were fiendin'

Yo, she had the biggest ass that you ever seen

In fact she was like Medusa, with titties full grown

One look and your dick turns to stone, yeah

Keepin' in mind that she was the kind that would find the time to get mine

Because she knows I’m not to be fucked with

She ain’t crazy

Fuckin' with Dre, she’ll be pushin' up daisies

She was the perfect ho, but wouldn’t you know

The bitch tried to gank me, so

I had to kill her

Yeah, straight hittin'

Now listen up and lemme tell you how I did it

Yo, I tied her to the bed, I was thinking the worst

But yo, I had to let my niggas fuck her first yeah

Loaded up the forty-fo', yo

Then I straight smoked the ho

Cause I’m a real nigga, but I guess you figure

I was soft and she thank me

Coughed to the boss and got tossed

One less bitch you gotta worry about

She’s outta here and that’s how it turns out

Now Vicky Vicky Vicky, she’s very tricky

She put her hickey on top of my dick, sick bitch, see?

She told me she loved me and she wanted to keep me

If only she can have the dick weekly

I said I’m with it but baby you gotta hold up

If I was happy with somethin' that I could fold up

We can do this — she said her husband was rich

Then I knew I had the bitch

Yo she wrote a check, many a check

In the name of a bitch who was strugglin' at the same game

All I wanted to do was get P-A-I-D

Just a little somethin' for fuckin' me

Yo Everything was cool but Vicky concerned me

Her husband was the District Attorney

So, before he found out he was crossed up

By his bitch I was fuckin' I had her tossed up

And put to sleep, so a nigga never forgets

A dead bitch can’t tell a nigga shit

One less bitch you gotta worry about

She’s outta here and that’s how it turned out

One less

One less

One less bitch you gotta worry about!

Thinkin' about money, and lookin' at a prostitute

The bitch was cute, so now I had to execute

And shoot game like a real nigga

With a steel trigga

Convince her to move up to somethin' bigga

I think I had a flashback though

Cause I said «fuck it»

Loped and choked and smoked to the ho' like this:

«Bitch, it’s all about Dre

The money, money, money and this all I gotta say»

Of course she came with me and remained with me

'Till the bitch felt lamed and ashamed to be

Workin' that trick shit

Cause niggas knew that she was short one

A little later though she caught one

In the chest and I knew that it was commin'

By who and how the all act would be done?

So what?

One less bitch I gotta worry about

But that ain’t how it turned out.

Yo, there was a bitch named her out and shot her

Straight to the muthafuckin' trigger and said «I got her!»

But I had better plans to give her the blues

Like dumpin' her in the river with cement shoes

I knew my money was comin' up short

And the thought that the stupid bitch thought she’d never get caught

Came home early and straight bust her ass

On the couch with her other nigga countin' my cash

I should’ve known she was like them other hoes

I told the two motherfuckaz to take off their clothes

Butt naked, nothin' left but the shoes

I had up a nine so they couldn’t refuse

I shot the nigga, he was outta there

And tied up the bitch to the motherfuckin' chair

Now there’s one less bitch I gotta worry about

Everybody out, that’s how it turns out

One less

One less

One less bitch you gotta worry about!

In reality, a fool is one who believes that all women are ladies

A nigga is one who believes that all ladies are bitches

And all bitches are created equal

To me, all bitches are the same

Money-hungry, scandalous groupie hoes

That’s always ridin' on a nigga’s dick, always in a nigga’s pocket

And when the nigga runs out of money the bitch is gone in the wind

To me, ALL BITCHES AIN’T SHIT!

One less

One less

One less bitch you gotta worry about!