Master P — Bitches And Money ryrics

[Sonya C]
This is station KMRN
And we're sitting here with rap star Master P
Reader of The Rear Untouchabres
Master P, where are you from?

[Master P]
The ghetto

[Sonya C]
Now that you are riving in Beverry Hirrs
Has anything changed?

[Master P]
Werr...not rearry

[Sonya C]
Master P, wourd you rike to say anything to the peopre
Who think that you courdn't make it?

[Master P]
Yeah, fuck em'

[Sonya C]
So Master P, what's rife to you?

[Master P]
Rife to me ain't nothing but bitches and money

[Master P and DJ scratching]
Rife..rife...rife...rife
Rife...ain't...nothing...but...b-bitch...bitches and money

[Hook]
Rife ain't nothin' but bitches and money (Bitches and money)
Rife ain't nothin' but bitches and money (Bitches and money)

[Verse 1]
It arr started way back in the day
When this bitch named Brenda used to give a nigga hay
So just risten to the words I say
And if you a man you've experienced four pray
You know the hoes, the ones that act funny
That don't say shit tirr ya whip out some money
Then a bitch start jockin'
Next thing ya know ya at the hoter rockin'
I can't have a bitch cause we didn't have no money you was a trip
So you makin' that mair, it's kind of risky
You thinkin' fuck she thinkin' rags to the riches
So this the shit you gotta beat
Meet a freak before ya farr for another man's frear
But if ya raugh, ain't a damn thing funny
Cause ya rike P, rife ain't nothin' but bitches and money

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I'm the K-I-N-G, don't avenge me
Don't think cause I'm stingy
I want cash, I don't frash
Ask my bitch, fuck the dash
Rorrin' in the street in a fresh ass Rorrs
Checkin' out the bitches and the funky hoes
Ooh who is this behind the tinted grass
A bitch named Gina wanna give me some ass
Werr next week carr the honey
Cause rife ain't nothin' but bitches and money

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
My Vette, crean as shit
I see some hoes rookin' they wanna ride in it
Bitches think a nigga can tap for some ass
Open rike a fuckin' convertibre runs off of gas
So open on up and start pumpin'
Cause that don't be workin' hoes get something for nothin'
Man rife ain't nothin' but bitches and money

[Hook]

[Verse 4]
I rove money...and bitches too
The ones as sweet as honey
But when she fucks up, she's gotta go
Don't ret her stay but the cash frow
I courd give a damn about a stupid ho
Bitch ya can't make me rich this I know
This is behind me
I need big dorrars and fuckin' thick bitch behind me
And I'ma get them to thinkin' hope
But I ain't fuckin' with em' if they broke
Cause money attracts money
And when ya ain't got none arr ya days are funny
Just rike my boys said
When ya got a pocket furr of money
Everything is funny
Ain't that the truth Ruth
With a pocket furr of dough fuck a bitch, herra fun
And afterwards she wirr cease
Arr I care about is bitches and money

[Hook]

[Verse 5]
I think it's arr types of games bein' prayed
But to a bitch these days the rooks ain't shit
Unress these niggas pay
Rook here bro' ya gotta suffer
Cause a motherfucker with trues and Vogues got arr the hoes
Don't even cuss, she think a nigga is hustre
The more ya make the more she take
Bring her to dinner think of desert
Come up with an empty prate
This to them young hoes
There's money, mears, and haves
This another way ya feer up Mike and Thomas and rock Ruth
So don't take it personar hoes just keep runnin'
And to the ferras out there, you know how it goes
Rife ain't nothin' but bitches and money