I got real bored on a Friday night
I couldn't find a damn thing 2 do
So I pulled out a suit
About the same color as my BMW
I drove 2 the party and I pimped on in
Just 2 see what I could see
Everybody knew what I was lookin' 4
I was lookin' 4 some company
I saw a real fine thing sittin' by the bar
She looked kinda all alone
So I pimped on over and I asked her name
The child was bad 2 the bone
I showed her my stash and I kissed her cheek
The only kind of rap it takes
She knew I was bad when I pulled out a leash
She said, "How much money U make?"
Jerk it, jerk it
Talkin' about the jerk out
Jerk it, jerk it
Talkin' about the jerk out
I took her 2 my crib and I tied her up
I figured that's what she liked
Maybe I was wrong but what the hell
It didn't matter 2 me - she was white
I said "How come people in your neighborhood
Don't like it when a brother's rich?
Ain't my blood the same color as yours?
Answer that question, bitch!"
It just pisses U off 2 see me drivin' that fancy car, don't it?
Bet U'd rather see me drivin' one of those [ester grate ones]
Like the one your daddy drives, wouldn't U?
Let me tell U one thing - that's dead!
About as dead as U'll be if U don't rearrange your brain
Catch my drift?
Turn it up!
Oh, nasty me!
Girl, U think U wanna turn it up?
Where's my checkbook?
That's right, check it out
An awful lot of O's, wouldn't U say? (Mm hmm!)
Hit it
Cross over, uh!
