| You claim your man done beat your ass in when he puts his hands on ya |
| You called the police, told the man you ain’t goin' |
| So he’s packin' up your shit and got your suitcase ready |
| Sittin' in the driveway beside your black Chevy |
| Got your whole family wired up to go in his place |
| But he don’t give a fuck now, they showin' his face |
| You probably tried to play the good girl when you saw him today |
| But now you got him fucked up 'cause you all in his safe? |
| Whatever happened to the women like mama |
| Who fed the whole family with love and ten dollars? |
| A new day came and now your ho sack chasin' |
| So hungry for scratch, you hoes’ll track down Jason |
| Don’t get me wrong, I got respect for Black ladies |
| It’s the ones who playin' dumb and the check for the babies |
| On theyself, lookin' lovely with they hair full of spritz |
| Double digit for your children and they dress 'em like shit |
| And all they gots to do now is collect it and smile |
| I figured bitches had a little more respect for they child |
| I guess they don’t, and it makes even madder just thinkin' |
| These hoes can get the crib and the goddamn Lincoln |
| I know you hate me 'cause the truth hurts |
| Sit on your ass and receivin' the salary while the dudes work |
| Let’s get for real because the world needs it |
| Twenty-five hundred dollars a child? Come on, the girl greedy |
| Now say the nigga ran a Mickey D’s |
| And made the money for the cracker who own it, shoulda did the shit for free |
| But now you got your hands out like Gretchen |
| You greedy motherfuckers want cash 'cause y’all left him |
| So now we lookin' at the short end of it |
| And bitches comin' up off they babies and y’all love it |
| They need to rewrite the law in every state |
| It’s lovely when you do for child but what it take? |
| How come it got to be an income thing? |
| Claimin' they ain’t got the income and then come change |
| And then you wonderin' the reason they left ya |
| 'Cause she done had a talk with her friends and they didn’t help |
| To realize it’s just a dick thing |
| And with the money, she can play with herself, that’s when the shit changed |
| It kinda starts a new outlook, don’t it? |
| Especially when you offer the world and she ain’t want it |
| And y’all tellin' me the men cheatin'? |
| We ain’t as bad as you make us to be, 'cause y’all greedy |
| Now I ain’t write this song to downgrade ladies |
| Installin' more respect in they brains for our babies |
| We send 'em money for necessities |
| But the game done got so cold at this point, we need a referee |
| They say the baby needs a place to stay |
| But greed done got her huntin' for houses by Penny Hardaway |
| But just remember, all dogs got days |
| And even while you wait to exhale, you all pay |
| So women, stop complainin' 'bout your men |
| Be glad they got a nine to a five and not a ten |
| In the state pen', sendin' pictures off, gettin' skinny |
| Claimin' they ain’t takin' no dick while you face plenty |
| And now you got to hustle up 'cause y’all need it |
| You wanted everything at one time and we all seen it |
| Try to see whose grass was greenest |
| And ended up stuck, sellin' for fuck 'cause you’re all greedy |