Nasty Rhymes

Too $hort, why you say those nasty words? Too $hort, why you say those nasty rhymes? How come you be dissin' all us girls? Too $hort, why you say those nasty words? You see, I hit the studio ten years ago Screamin' out cuss words with no video Comin' from East Oakland, went nationwide I made ten album straight and I still ain't died Wouldn't change for nothin', gettin' paid to kick it You could rap your whole life and wouldn't make a meal ticket Don't stop rappin', let your bank keep fallin' As long as I'm alive, I'ma keep on rollin' Can't do nothin' for a trick while you bleed You can put that on whatever you need Get high, I'll be tryin', don't say a soul I'll be singin' nasty rhymes even when I'm old 'Cause I don't stop rappin', bank keep stackin' Wherever there's hoes, best believe I'm mackin' All you emcees tryin' to take my place Yellin' - just to hear the people say Too $hort, why you say those nasty words? Too $hort, why you say those nasty rhymes? How come you be dissin' all us girls? Too $hort, why you say those nasty words? I talk bad 'bout your girl, it ain't that hard I never got the big head, still the same old Todd In every household, they know my name Females love the way I kick that game From 1980 to '96 I'm still makin' hits, still buyin' my diss My crew is thick, and we dangerous You wanna sign, you tryna hang with us? You better never talk down on a player I'm $horty the pimp, they know 'bout me everywhere I get my cash quick, I ain't no fast trick I got paint for gas, you can't have this You say, "Hey Too $hort, why you rap so nasty?" I look you in the face and say, "Don't ask me nothin'" They'll never take my place I'm yellin' - just to hear the people say American boy, you ah try to take my pimp Boy, you don't know nothin' Oh yeah, so you're a pimp, but not no good man You're not a drug dealer, you're a nothin' You're a no nothin' boy Don't come try disrespect no big black woman You must respect them no matter what the disrespectin' thing man Don't get it wrong, girl You see, I got a gang of homies that I put on deck I make the shit that you bump when you in the projects You can check my file and won't find a flaw You can ask these bitches, am I really raw? Like Captain Fowl, I cuss you out while I s- Forget it, don't ask me how Too $hort shocked the world, came back again though East open vet, don't smoke Nintendo I make a new album every year My speakers so loud, I can barely hear I got a top-notch, with some big ol' breasts I like to hit the tan and oil, let it drip on her chest And start strokin', that's how it should be I let bust up everywhere but in her p- And if sometimes things don't go my way I say, - just to hear the people say Too $hort, why you say those nasty words? Too $hort, why you say those nasty rhymes? How come you be dissin' all us girls? Too $hort, why you say those nasty words?