P.I.M.P. The S.I.M.P. - Rick James, Grandmaster Flash

Say, girl, what’s happening, baby?

You know you’re sitting on a goldmine

You need to follow me

Uh, you could make lots of money

And of course I could rest and dress

And read the funnies

Mary chose a pimp, he put her on the street

It was no accident, she was found in a hotel suite

Face down in the floor, lying in her underwear

No one even cried and no one even seemed to care

That Mary had a pimp, ooh, yeah

Mary had a P.I.M.P., I, I, I wanna tell you

Mary had a pimp, hey, he was a real pimp

Mary had a P.I.M.P

And her mama said, Mary’s going crazy

Mary’s gone out of her mind

Didn’t she know the price she had to pay

Was high to be a hoe

And didn’t she know, she is a pimper’s party

She is a pimp’s delight

Now she’s gone and he’s still left to carry on

It’s so wrong, so wrong