(feat. 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]