Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Fake Ass Bitches’ by 2Pac. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2Pac or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Tell me about these fake ass bitches
Look here little nigga
Most of these niggas be bitches too
But you’ll never hear that side of the story
So uh, we finna do this shit like this
It’s like I tell my niggas, keep your eyes on these bitches
They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin’ riches
What the f*ck you think a trick is nigga
Nigga 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 alla that just ’cause she let a nigga toss her
Motherfuckin’ privileged
So don’t give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits
When she call ya, ask that tramp what’s up
And if she hesitate nigga 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 motherfucking mack tonight
Stay that stay strapped ’cause my raps is tight
You 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 niggas with that game
And expect them to accept it, girl your heard me it gets skinless
But we gonna kick this shit like this here)
I can’t stand fake ass bitches
Lyin’ ass niggas and you punk ass snitches
I can’t stand fake ass bitches
Lyin’ ass niggas and you punk ass snitches
Time to show these bustas 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 done 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 niggas can’t fade the mack, livin’ fat
Gettin’ paid to rap, it’s like that, you motherfuckin’ bitches
Yeah, yeah that’s my motto
She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass niggas
So y’all take that shit back to y’all camp and uh
You sleep on that there, it’s like
I can’t stand fake ass bitches
Lyin’ ass niggas and you punk ass snitches
I can’t stand fake ass bitches
Lyin’ ass niggas and you punk ass snitches
Oh you too nigga, don’t think we ain’t talkin’ bout your punk ass
You old fake ass nigga
Standin’ there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that
You soft as a motherfuckin’ grape
Ain’t this a motherfuckin’ bitch
I can see right through your flower ass
Some of these niggas is bitches too, man I tell ya
It’s gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo’
But we gonna do this shit
Y’all take this shit and you play this shit for every single
Fake ass bitch out there
And there’s plenty of ’em
You probably got one sittin’ next to you right now
Bobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit that he listenin’ to
Fake ass motherfuckin’ bitch, die in ninety-four