[Intro: 2Pac]
Alright parents, go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over
This goes out to all the macks in the industry
Huh, alright roll the tape

(You ain't no pimp; You a rest-haven for hoes.)

It's a good thing that we're rappin'
'Cause if it wasn't for the rappin' we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'
'Cause if it wasn't for the rappin' we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'

[Verse 1: Humpty Hump; Shock G]
There was a time when they called me Smooth Eddie
Playing the hoes and shook the red card steady
It was Mike to those that knows
Matter of fact, Icy Mike 'cause he was cold on them hoes
We was East Coast n***as heading west
I was rolling shotgun, cooling with my man Fresh Wes
The royal blue Brougham was a drop top rag
You could tell we was pimps from the Las Vegas tags (On the Caddie)
'Cause that's how we flipped it
Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp shit
All of this was around spring '81
I was in the life and had a good three year run
Anyway, one Friday on the side of the highway in L.A
My man Wes says "Hey, I got a bitch in San Diego"
"Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a couple of days
I'm gonna stay and play some L.A. hoes"
He said, "Alright playa, yo, I'll see you soon"
Yeah that's how real players kick it, see there ain't no rules
We roll from city to city, like kids playing hookie
Later that night I knocked a bitch named Cookie
She says, "I love you and I want to make you rich"
I says, "Oh yeah?", I swear I worked the shit out this bitch
She was fine, n***as couldn't tell me nothin'
Had brains too, did more stealin' than fucking
A real thoroughbred, played con like a pro
Man I'm trying to say I had a money making ho
But the Sunset track got stale, Cookie went to jail
Had to sling a little yale to make bail
She said, "I'm hot baby, I can't work in this town
The vice pick me up just as soon as you put me down"
I said, "Shut the hell up ho
Who asked you to run your mouth?"
She was right though
It was time to take a trip down south
And to this very day, when I think of how
I was living back then I got to say that
[Chorus]
It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
'Cause if it wasn't for the rappin' I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
And then we got to use it
It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
'Cause if it wasn't for the rappin' I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
And then we got to use it

[Verse 2: Humpty Hump; Shock G]
They call it "ho po'" when you're leakin
So you know that ho po' is when yo po', cause you got no ho
I was po' but I wasn't ho po', cause I had one ho
But we was leakin cause the money was slow
"Cop and blow" means you're going up and down
I went from Cadillacs in Vegas to the back of GreyHounds
In San Diego, off Broadway, there used to be a spot
I think E Street and 5th where all the players flocked
One night I was cooling outside
Saw my man Wes said, "Ah shit yeah, it's gonna be live"
I was working a double-breast silk weave suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballys
Wes said, "it's pimpish how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwich in the alley"
'Ham sandwich' meant Brougham Cadillac
Quarter inch whites with the chrome wheel kit on the back
It was snotty nose, that means the extra chrome plate on the grill
For sunroof we say it had the brains blown
I said, "there's bitches inside, you ready to attack?"
Wes looked at me said, "Mack..Mack..Mack..Mack..Mack"
My man's pimp stroll was cold gangsta limpin'
We stepped inside, both of us screamed, "it's pimpin'!"
I was drinking cognac, Wes was drinkin' gin
Wasn't there twenty minutes 'fore my people walked in
I said, "what's up Cookie? how'd you do?"
She said, "cool, reach under the bar, so I can give you these few"
We always did it like that, in case the vice squad was peeping
This time they wasn't, but this n***a who was leaking
Walked up and said, "y'all gonna sell?"
Wes said, "n***a don't ya recognize the 'P' when you see it?"
He said, "oh, yo I didn't know, I thought she's doin' business"
I said, "yeah, well it's true that she's a ho"
He said, "she with you, playa? cause I'd really like to buck her"
Looked at her, said, "baby, I'm a raw motherfucker"
I said, "yeah, that might be true, but she don't need another nucka"
Ain't no choosin', jump on off slick, this one here's my shnucka"
He said, "whatchu mean by shnucka?"
"It ain't too hard to figure
You call your n***a nucka, shnucka means she-n***a
And figure this too, the bitch is down for my dirty drawers
Find another ho to go for yours"
He said, "but, I like her"
I said, "you must be a rookie
Now figure this three", he cut me off and stepped to Cookie
He said, "how do you feel about this, my dear?"
I said, "n***a you don't check my bitch like I ain't standin' here!
Now I told you that this woman sells pussy for me
You and her ain't the two, and we ain't the three
And most of all n***a, I ain't the one
Now back the fuck up off me son"
He said, "to block another man's game is a shame"
I said, "leakin' ass n***a, game recognize game
Now I told you that's my people and I gave you a chance"
Reached down and started pullin' out my tool from my pants
Shoulda capped his ass, but instead
I look up and Wes done wrapped a pool stick 'round this n***a's head
So I put my shit away, we beat him down cowboy style
Cookie runs up and says, "baby you okay?"
I says, "yo, all of this excitement got you dizzy
What you standin' 'round watchin? bitch get busy!
Go back outside and finish gettin' my money!"
The bartender laughed, said, "you pimp n***as funny"
And I'll tell you once again
It blows my mind, when I think how I was living back then
Cause yo
[Chorus]
It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
'Cause if it wasn't for the rappin' I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
And then we got to use it
It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
'Cause if it wasn't for the rappin' I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
And then we got to use it

And you don't stop
Humpty Hump in the house
And yo I go, I go
Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..)
You know what I'm sayin
Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..)
Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..)
Check it..
Ho (..do the ho catcher..)
Ho (..do the ho catcher..)
(..ho catcher, ho catcher, do the ho catcher..)
Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..)
Kick it, doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(..nothin..nothin but the mack in me..)
I said, doddie-doe-doe pimp the mother fuckin ho
(..pimp that ho..mack..)
Yeah bitch and big dicks don't scare ya
Cause you been a ho too long
Know what I'm sayin? yeah
Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
Pimps up and hoes down
Squares don't fuck around town
Know what I'm sayin?
Oh yeah, it's time to rest
Dress and finess
Count my monies while I read the funnies
Give my propas while I watch the soap operas
'Cause it's pimpin', understand me?

Bitch whatcha doin sitting on your ass watchin' the cars go by?
Pat your feet on the concrete and go get my money woman!

[Outro: Shock G]
Yeah, right about i wanna say peace to my man Shawn Michael Ocean who pimped hoes, you know what I'm saying? And to my man Indian Mike, the three-card monte playing Gs, and my man Texas Mike, straight pimping all white hoes down in San Diego
Peace to my man Diamond, checking the hoe traps in Miami
Peace to my man Pimpin' Sam, down in Tampa, Florida
I wanna say what's up to Country, Suge and Royal, checking red and dropping a [?] dragon Murphy to all them hoes in Philly
Yo, God bless Shadow Man
May he rest in peace, a true genius in the con game
Yo, 'nuff peace goes out to Pretty Tony down in [?] Florida - i still call you Leakin' Tone, n***a, 'cause you ain't never had no ho
Peace to the pimp n***a Boobie, had a big fat booster bitch
Peace to L.A. Red and So Pretty down in Florida and any n***as claiming he had more than ten bitches in their stable, you know what i`m saying?
Peace to that one-eyed n***a Chuckle Up, with the hoe miss with a smelly feet. Goddamn, y'all remember that shit?
And peace to my stick-up kid homie Bysim down in Tampa, ah, yeah
Yo, i wanna say peace to my ex-main ho Abbie didn't wanna cross the country, girl, 'cause you're still hoeing, what's up?
Last but not least, i gotta say peace to my man Fresh Wes, Las Vegas' best
From your homie Icy Mike, could nobody tell a bitch to get busy like you could, playa
Yeah, get at me now, if you hear this, look me up
Cause it`s pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
Pimpinest, pimpinest, stll pimpinest, some more pimpinest
And i`m outta here

[Big Money Odi$]
I`d like to say Rest In Peace to my man Kevin Izney, the flashiest n***a in his town. It will burn the shit out ya eyes if you ever look at his coat
And to the most bullshit-talking n***a Young Sonny, he said he grew up in the wild woods to get his money
And my man Stevie who hip n***as to the game, long time ago
And to the rest of the players in this town that are still living:
Black Mad Jack, Moose Dog with his macking ass with his blue hog, Mike Sausage, Charlie Birds, Shevrone and all of the rest n***as in this town
And to you fly-ass bitches in this town, i gotta say what's up to both Kishas, Dome, Trees, Coochie, Gigi, Antcha, Trina, Monique and the rest of the Peewee`s old doing
And to my n***as in Oakland, i'd like to say what's up to my n***a Lucky, with the flyest bitches in the stroll, i will be seeing you in the traffic
And to my n***a Pierre.. What`s up? You still got that fly-ass perm in your hair?
I'd like to say what's up to my n***a Young Mark and to the n***a Pat, who's known for laying the bitch traps, got a bitch named Hennessy and she`s burning a hundred proof
And to the rest of you hoes that's in Oakland, i`d like to say what's up to Famous, i`d like to say what`s up to Lady T, known as the Ass For A Technician. I`d like to say what`s up to my girl Trees, and to my partner Michelle, i`ve heard the bitch is sassy, mack nasty
And to the rest of you hoes that i forgot about, you ain't meant shit to me anyway
Peace, from Bigg Money Odis, enough said