Now I didn't use the word bitch a few times in a rhyme, but   Now it's '95 so let me drop a line   This goes out to the young black queens   On the neighborhood scene   Who haven't lost their dream   I know sometimes it seems like it ain't no love   And to get where you go ya got to push an' shove   Around the way girl with hope in your heart   Do his five in the purse an' five in the start   She's the kinda woman ya take home to momma   The only kind you ever let get past the drama   Coolio know that you ain't no ho   And it's time to put you up on a pedestal seat   Queen of the entire universe   And you know how I know that you were put here first   An' to every nigga that dissed ya an' every nigga that hit ya   Accept my apologies for my brothaz....      (Chorus)   My...sista...   Give it up for my sistas   Give it up for my sistas   Give it up for my sistas   You're all I need...      Princess of the Nile   An' sweet black sexy child   Ooh I like your style, huh   First motha on the planet   I know it's gettin' scary   And all these wannabe pimps is all that ya meet   But ya gotta shake 'em off like fleas an' nigga meat   And use your God-given talents and abilities   No matta where ya from ya get much respect   From the top of your neck to your county check   I see ya waitin' for the bus in the early morn   Brick house with a face like Leena Horne   I ain't no cap to save a ho   But I got your front   An' your side an' your back if that's what ya want   So when it's time to put it down I won't be runnin'   Ya got a dear lil' somethin' like Harriet Tubmanm, huh   No matta what ya do or where ya go   Ya got love from a nigga named Coolio....      -Chorus-      Hernie Dipp got the lips, finga tips, and the hips   Ta make mice outa the crazy-ass Bloodz and Crypts   Make a nigga sing a song all night long   Til' his voice is gone   Wit' no music on   You can be a busta on a hardass low   An' should be down wit' your ass when your poor and broke   And um uh   Every time ya need I'll owe ya   Gotta do is make a phone call, cuz   When ya say 'come' ya know she's on her way   Wit' no hesitance   An' any type of the leg   I talk about my granny   Batana, an' Vanita   Jacki an' Nicole an' Grandy an' Artisha   I gots to give credit where credit is due   An' all credit that is credited is credit to you   I give praise to your wayz   An' for all my day   Apologies much respect to the sons I raise....