P.I.M.P. - 50 Cent

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

Now, shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars

She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada

That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabbana

She feed them foolish fantasies

They pay her, ‘cause they want her

I spit a little G, man, and my game got her

A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada

Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her

I got the bitch by the bar tryin' to get a drink up out her

She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk

She from the country

Think she like me ‘cause I'm from New York

I ain't that nigga tryin' to holla ‘cause I want some head

I'm that nigga tryin' to holla ‘cause I want some bread

I could care less how she perform when she in the bed

Bitch, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid!

Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see

You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

I'm 'bout my money, you see, girl, you can holla at me

If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P-I-M-P

Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy

Head full of hair, bitch, I'm a P-I-M-P

Come get money with me if you curious to see

How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P

Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV

From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P

Girl, we could pop some Champagne and we could have a ball

We could toast to the good life, girl, we could have it all

We could really splurge, girl, and tear up the mall

If ever you needed someone I'm the one you should call

I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should fall

If you got problems I can solve 'em, they big or they small

That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit

I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

I told you fools before, I stay with the tools

I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels

I holla at a ho 'til I got a bitch confused

She got on Payless;

me?

I got on gator shoes

I'm shoppin' for chinchillas in the summer, they cheaper

Man, this ho, you can have her

When I'm done I ain't gon' keep her

Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin' know

You sayin' it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low

Bitch, choose on me, I'll have you strippin' in the street

Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat

Now Niki my bottom bitch

She always come up with my bread

The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head

Get your ho out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch

‘Cause I need four TV's and AMG's for the six

Ho make a pimp rich, I ain't payin', bitch

Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

Yeah, in Hollywoood they say

"There's no b'ness like show b'ness."

In the hood they say

"There's no b'ness like hoe b'ness," you know?

They say I talk a little fast

But if you listen a little faster

I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch