Yeah, this Psycho in the mothafuckin' house
Sittin' here smokin' on a fat ass blunt
I know you remember me from the first album, #1 Suspect
Yeah, my shit'll be droppin' soon on y'all mothafuckin' ass
But, uh, we goin' to take you on the subject of this O.J. Case
I know y'all thinkin' y'all know who did that shit
Well y'all got it all wrong
Yo, Gangsta Pat
Why don't ya let 'em know what really happened?
[Verse: Gangsta Pat]
I'm on my way out to California, Brickwood is my destination
I'm pickin' up two ki's, gotta make that cheese, ain't no hesitation
Fresh off the highway, gotta get back up to the main intersection
This busta ass n***a
Done fucked around and gave me wrong directions
I'm lost like a mothafucka
Better get some information quick
I kept on ballin' for a minute, then I spot this bitch
This hoe was so fine, mane, big titties, she was good to go
A nice lil' blonde bitch, with skin that was white as snow
I said "what's your name, bitch?"
She said her name was Nicole
I said "where you headin'?"
She said "with you if you let me roll"
"Shit, hop in, bitch, you ain't said shit but a word"
I made a U-Turn so fast, ran my ass on the fuckin' curb
We got to her crib, I said to myself "this bitch is livin' swell"
Fuck them two ki's, mane, I need to hit this bitch, she bailed
I lit up a swisher, and I looked on the wall and said "oh, shit!"
"I know this ain't who I think it is on this picture, bitch"
I said "is this O.J.?"
That bitch nodded her head yes
I hurry up and got up, and I kicked that bitch in her fuckin' chest
"Where you know this n***a from? How you get this crib, bitch?"
The bitch said "I'm married to the n***a, and he's filthy rich"
At that very moment, I knew I had ran up on the stain
I kicked that bitch again
And I reached in my draws, and pulled out that thang
Put it up to that bitch head
And I said to myself "I'mma get paid at last"
"Bitch, I'mma kill you if you don't take me straight to your stash!"
We headed up stairs, and I had that Glock to the bitch dome, right
I can feel that hoe tremblin', with her body so full of fright
We got to the bitch room
And I slammed that hoe down on the floor
I started to rape her, but I heard this strange knock at the door
Now who could this be, fucking up my stain?
They must be served
I told that bitch "shhhh, be quiet, don't say a fuckin' word"
I bail downstairs, and I looked at the window, and I seen this trick
He fuckin' up my stain, so I better get rid of this n***a quick
I opened up the door, and I said "Come in, let me take your coat"
When he turned his head, I stuck him twice and I slit his throat
I dragged his body into this room, and I locked the door
I blew back upstairs to get finished rapin' on that ho
When I got back to the room
That bitch had vanished without a trace
I heard some glass breakin', that bitch led me on a chase
I chased that bitch down the stairs
To the front door and I beat her down
I stuck on that bitch until her bloody body hit the ground
I slit that bitch throat, as well, and I bail from the murder scene
I'm back on the highway ballin', I done made my getaway clean
[Outro: Gangsta Pat]
That goes to show you anybody could've did that shit
But it's all about money in this game
And it's all about murder
Innocent until proven guilty
And I'm out
I will see you in Hell, mothafuckas!