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Ain’t That a Bitch (Ask Yourself)
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Uhh, you stayin' with that b*t*h, layin' with that b*t*h
F**kin' all your paper off, playin' with that b*t*h
At first, all you want to do was f**k with the b*t*h
Years pa**ed by, now you stuck with that b*t*h
Ya fighting mo' and mo' now you fed up with the b*t*h
But you knew that was a ho when you hooked up with the b*t*h
But you trusted the b*t*h, cause you lust for the b*t*h
Ya suck on the pu**y and bust nuts in the b*t*h
Now she around this motherf**ka pregnant and sh*t
But a child to a b*t*h, is seen as nothin' but a lic
The next thing you know the b*t*h gotcha in court
Tryin' to getcha paper, calling it "child support"
Takin' half of yo' sh*t, talkin' bout a divorce
If you don't know the game, then here's a crash course
They say, "You live with the b*t*h, so ya common-law married
And the b*t*h done got accustomed to the paper she been havin'"

[Chorus: Devin The Dude + Pimp C]
Ain't that a b*t*h? (Ain't that a b*t*h?) Ohh
Ain't that a b*t*h? Now, ask yourself;
Ain't that a b*t*h? Ohh
Ain't that a b*t*h?

[Verse 2: Bun B]
I got a letter from the government, the other day
I opened, and read it, it said, "F**k UGK
We've been watching your success ever since you n***as dropped
We would've spoke a long time, but we thought you would've flopped
Man, two n***as got some nuts, to graduate to mainstream status
From being two broke b*st*rds from off the cuts, growing up in a town
Where population fifty thousand, only three high schools, but eight sets of low-income housing
Look, when you two did Too Hard to Swallow, we thought it was a fluke
When you boys came Super Tight, we played it cool hand Luke
Ridin' Dirty went gold with no video, we gave a break
But this MTV award nomination sh*t just took the cake
So read this letter real good and take it as a warning
We'll be watching you when you sleep and when you wake up in the morning
The people that you running with and everything you do
Sincerely, yours, signed—n***a, you know motherf**kin' who."
[Chorus: Devin The Dude + Bun B]
(Ain't that a b*t*h?) Ain't that a b*t*h? Ohh
Ain't that a b*t*h? Now, ask yourself;
Ain't that a b*t*h? Ohh
Ain't that a b*t*h?

[Verse 3: Devin The Dude]
And just when you thought that pu**y was specially for you
You put all your trust in the b*t*h and guess what she do?
Round two in the mornin' that ho's gone
Then she come with some different clothes on
I guess the b*t*h is so fine, that you pay it no mind
You asked her where she been, she said "with one of her friends" that ho lying
Her pu**y is a gold mine, well that how she feels
And she can get a few thangs in exchange for cheap thrills
The price of pu**y is turning some women to w****s
And just because they give you some pu**y, it ain't yours
So I don't trip on it, but I'll stab if I can
Then wipe off my weapon, and turn into the traveling man
See like I f**ked Ruby Tuesday, but Friday I'd had to slap that ho
The b*t*h got knocked up by Rosco, and said I'm the poppa though
In this game they got a name for a chick, who's gettin' rich for lickin' nuts and d**k
Ain't that a b*t*h?

[Chorus: Devin The Dude]
Ain't that a b*t*h? Ohh
Ain't that a b*t*h? Now, ask yourself;
Ain't that a b*t*h? Ohh
Ain't that a b*t*h?
Ain't that a b*t*h? Ohh
Ain't that a b*t*h? Now, ask yourself;
Ain't that a b*t*h? Ohh
Ain't that a b*t*h?