[Featuring Richie Rich] (If she didn't wanna fuck then she never would've called you) Repeated Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson. It's all good. Chorus You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches (Repeat) Verse 1: Richie Rich Jack of all trades ballin' like Jordan you punk fake inside the paint in fact I know you can't do half of the shit that you was claimin' in the county Suckas on yo jock you claim you run the block Polyurethane busta cracked in half you claim you folding bank but I know yo bank stank I lived around the corner I seen you fully smoked Must I say some more you weighed a buck 04 you sold ya TV for a buck cause it was way too late Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight You's a baller lying to them youngstas quick got them thinking you sick and representing yo click But you's an old basehead kickin' too much hype yo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes And if they knew yo identity you'd probably be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh) You ain't got to lie to kick it. Chorus 4x Verse 2: 2Pac You ain't got to lie to kick it y'all don't hear me I got these niggas yackin' in my face about some shit that never took place And what you see is what you get that's what he told me I peeped it in his pose exposed the fucking phony I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie with them bitches they be freaky they don't know me Hey it's gettin drastic Gunnin niggas down cause they plastic Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked and stuffed in a casket Rippin' the shit like it's my muthafucking last hit Hey they wonder why a nigga's nothin' nice and everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson Cause I know the real on the bitch she got to skit ya just to get a nigga's riches (fuck that bitch) I pray to God that the bitch don't get no dick and got a nigga screamin' Fuck That Bitch! Chorus Verse 3: Pac & Rich Well if a bitch'll be a bitch Then a trick'll be a trick I've got my nigga Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix this is Thug Life baby rollin' hoes like Vogues Stay the fuck up out of mine and I'll stay out of yours It's a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn't understand This Tanqueray got me screamin' Fuck yo' man. But now you beefing on the strength that you was thinkin' I was jocking Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I'm steady clockin' and if it ain't about a buck I gives a fuck it's raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck so what's up with them low life bitches tryin' to play me Bitch you better see Trojan about yo' baby (Ha ha) Trickin' niggas better catch up on they pimpin' Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slipping Chorus 'til end