I don't know what you heard about me
But a [bad word] can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a [bad word] P-I-M-P

Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little man, and my game got her
hour later, have that [bad word] up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the [bad word] by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that [bad word] trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that [bad word] trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
 [bad word] hit that track, catch a date, [bad word] and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You [bad word] with me, you [bad word] with a P-I-M-P