(Talking)   Here's a story   About a bitch   About a bitch I once fucked wit   Now I want ya'll to listen real close   Shit's a trip   Peep game   Used to have a bitch that was true to life to me   Damn near a wife to me   The bitch was just right for me   Stood by my side   Used to help me wit my hustle   Down to pack straps and a cap if we had a tustle   I used to trust her wit my riches   I be in the kitchen cookin chickens   While she be washin dishes   150,000 in the attic   Pager blowin up all night, my bitch never gave a nigga static   I used to make her mad enough to kill   Lipstick on the front of my draws, man my bitch was real   'cause she never stole nothin   Gaffled by the FED's 3 4 times and never told nothin   But wait   My bitch is gettin distant on me   No more back rubs and kisses   What's happenin wit my little misses   Too sleepy for the sex play   Now what's really going on the same shit the next day   Damn I know she wouldn't fuck around   Still I taps all my phones and records every fuckin sound   Conversations wit her homegirl but nothin major   I duplicates the cap code to her pager   Now i recieves every beat   'cause I'll be damned if my bitch goin be playin me cheap   (Chorus)   Call it what you want but I gotta know   If my bitch fucks around then my bitch gots to go (Repeat 2x)   Week and a half flies by and now I    Can't trust my bitch doin shit   Track her through the mall, the cleaners, and the nail shop   The grocery store, and the health food spot   Dub you trippin I say to myself   'Is she all that?   I'm on my bitch ass like I'm lo jack'   Just hold that   I don't really like when she be callin her best friend   Pull up on the lot in a black Benz   I could smell it homie   It's goin down   These bitches bout to flirt wit some niggas and clown   Followed they ass to the Mo-Mo   Oh no   Damn this shit's for real   Now just imagine how a nigga feal   'cause I been livin wit a hoe   And worse than that a muthafucka didn't know   She got's to go   I hit the chronic 'cause   I'm on a mission   I'm havin visions    Of two dead bitches missin Christmas   I can't take it no more   I cocks my strap ?takes flight?   And kick the fuckin hinges off the door   I skimmed the room with the infared   And finds my bitch and her best friend naked in the water bed   (Chorus)   Now I'm confused   I puts my heat down   Mouth open like a muthafucka takes a seat now (?we's now?)   How long you been fuckin her?   I ain't know yo ass was on cock   Got me thinkin bout ? ?   She said I trust her like you trust me    If you trust we   Then us three could be livin in harmony   I get's to thinkin bout the pussy and the riches   Fuck it I guess I got two down bitches   (Chorus)   (Talking)   Ha yeah   Tell ya about these little stank ass scrags   Ain't shit   I got two of em now   Fuck em   One for this braid right here   One for this braid right here   Gotta lick this middle one   Fuck ya'll   WC CJ Mac