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?