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Fake Ass Bitches

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"Fake Ass Bitches." - 2Pac

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 11:59 pm

Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)

Track No: 05

Tell me about these fake ass bitches
Look here little ****
Most of these **** be bitches too
But you don't never hear that side of the story
So, uh, we finna do this shit like this
It's like I tell my ****
Keep your eyes on these bitches
They love to G a ****, young dumb and gettin' riches
What the fuck you think a trick is, ****?
**** done stick and wet his dick
And then get tricked out all his riches by a bitch
I'm here to school you to the rules of the game
It'll cost ya
Think you all those, just because she let a **** toss her
It's like I'm motherfuckin' privileged
So don't give up free conversation
Get that bitch your seven digits
When she call ya, ask that little tramp, what's up
And if she hesitate, **** hang up, word up
And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone
And call me when you're ready to bone
And it's on
A motherfuckin' mack tonight
Stay back, stay strapped, 'cause my raps is tight
Fuckin' punks, I hate you snitches
Went against the grain, and the game to be fake ass bitches
God damn
You can't just hit them **** with that game
And expect them to accept it
Girl you heard me, it gets scandalous
But we gonna kick this shit like this here
I can't stand fake ass bitches
Lyin' ass **** and you punk ass snitches
I can't stand fake ass bitches
Lyin' ass **** and you punk ass snitches
Time to show these busters who's boss
Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed
The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin' jimmy
Broke hoes runnin' 'round yellin' gimme
I can't stand it, hoes talkin' 'bout they got a man
Shit, all I wanted her to do is suck my dick
So how about hittin' a motherfucker on my pager
Busy now bitch, but you can give me the pussy later
Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega
Fuckin' with the player that made her, huh
And I ain't sleepin', caught you creepin' for my money
Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch)
So get the bozack, knockin' hoes back
Keep my dough stacked
So where the motherfuckin' hoes at?
Punk **** can't fade the mack, livin' fat
Getting' paid to rap, it's like that, you motherfucking bitches
Yeah, yeah that's my motto
She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy ass ****
So y'all that that shit back to your camp and uhh
You sleep on that there
It's like
She can't stand fake ass bitches
Lying ass ****, and you punk ass snitches
I can't stand fake ass bitches
Lying ass ****, and you punk ass snitches
I can't stand fake ass bitches
Lying ass ****, and you punk ass snitches
I can't stand fake ass bitches
Lying ass ****, and you punk ass snitches
Oh you too ****
Don't think we ain't talking 'bout your punk ass
You old fake ass ****
Standing there wearing all them Pendletons and khakis and all that
You soft as a motherfucking grape
Ain't this a motherfucking bitch
I can see right through your flower ass
Some of these **** is bitches too, man I tell ya
It's gonna be harder and harder to be a thug in '94
(I can't stand fake ass bitches)
But we gonna do this shit
Y'all take this shit and play this shit
For every single fake ass bitch out there (I can't stand fake ass bitches)
And there's plenty of 'em
You probably got one sitting next to you right now
(I can't stand fake ass bitches)
Bobbing his fake ass head to this
To this dope ass shit that he listening to
Fake ass motherfucking bitch (I can't stand fake ass bitches)
Die in '94
I think this in the nicest way possible man, you know, I mean eh

Writer(s): 2Pac & Johnny J..

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