[little kid] Tell me about these fake ass bitches    [2Pac]  Look here little nigga  Most of these niggaz be bitches too  but you'll never hear that side of the story  So uhh, we finna do this shit like this    It's like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches  They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin riches  What the fuck you think a trick is nigga  Nigga done stick and wet his dick  and then get tricked out all his riches by a -- BITCH!  I'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya  Think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her  It's like a motherfuckin priveledge  So don't give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits  When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup  And if she is the type of nigga hang up, worrrd up  And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone  And call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on  A motherfucking mack tonight  Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight  You fuckin punks, I hate you snitches  Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches    (God, damn! You can't just hit them niggaz with that game  and expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless.  But we gonna kick this shit like this here)    [Chorus: 2Pac]    I can't stand fake ass bitches  Lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches  [repeat 2X]    Time to show these bustas who's boss  Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed  The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy  Broke hoes runnin round yellin "Gimme!"  I can't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man  Shit all I wanted her to do is suck my DICK  So how about hittin a motherfucker on my pager  Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later  Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega  Fuckin with the player that done made her, huh  And I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money  Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch)  So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked  So where the motherfuckin hoes at?  Punk niggaz can't fade the mack, livin fat  Gettin paid to rap, it's like that, you motherfuckin bitches    Yeah, yeah that's my motto  She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass niggaz  So y'all take that shit back to y'all camp and uhh  you sleep on that there, it's like    [Chorus 2X]    Oh you too nigga, don't think we ain't talkin bout your punk ass  You old fake ass nigga  Standin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that  You soft as a motherfuckin grape  Ain't this a motherfuckin bitch  I can see right through your flower ass  Some of these niggaz is bitches too, man I tell ya  It's gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo'  but we gonna do this shit  Y'all take this shit and you play this shit for every single  fake ass bitch out there  And there's plenty of em  You probably got one sittin next to you right now  Bobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit that he listenin to  Fake ass motherfuckin bitch, die in ninety-four