b*tch Gets No Love lyrics

[Dr. Dooom]
Yo J, you bought this b*tch's food
Yo, these b*tches ain't payin for sh*t
They up here eatin, and gettin ready to plan
To go to somebody else's house after this
They usin us man, f*ck this!

{cut n scratch: "Look hear b*tch!"}

b*tch you got a fat stomach
Your braids look tacky, and you're f*ckin broke
Like Rakim said—I ain't no joke
You're posin as a high-class stinky-ass hoodrat
f*ck behind any man's back, bum b*tch at the Shark Bar
Lookin like an aardvark with a f*cked up parked car
Got the nerve to have a diamond, I'm embarassed you keep rhymin
f*ck you Simple Simon -- materialistic and twisted
Fake mink, buy your own f*ckin drink
Big shots sport you but you got a f*ckin weave and I can even
Grab a white girl and a black woman body in my world
Beverly Hills flashy sh*t, you on some classy girl sh*t
Drivin a drug dealer's BMW, your license ain't even f*ckin legit
Just stop and quit it, you need to admit it
You're broke and strippin
Livin in the Motel 8, you're f*ckin jailbait
Tattoos with names on your arms
Bighead babies with diapers, frontin f*cks
Gettin in a basketball player's Mercedes
f*cked up faces tryin to hang in romantic places
Get the f*ck out of here
Your friends too they gon' need some ends too
Look for somethin what? With funky-ass G strings all up in your butt
Way to feed this elephant, this b*tch is always hungry
Ghetto superstar tryin to be intelligent
{cut n scratch: "Look hear b*tch!"}

b*tch gets no love, b*tch gets no love
{cut n scratch: "Look hear b*tch!"}
b*tch gets no love, b*tch gets no love
{cut n scratch: "Look hear b*tch!"}
b*tch gets no love, b*tch gets no love
{cut n scratch: "Look hear b*tch!"}
b*tch gets no love, b*tch gets no love
{cut n scratch: "And I said look hear b*tch!"}

Peep game at the frame stand, you ugly b*tches front on my man
Not my type, the as*h*les that always wear them black pants
Thinkin they hype -- con women, parasites
Lick a n*gga ass in valet parkin, just to get a Puff Daddy ticket
Them corny b*tches livin wicked
Guest-list b*tch, wearin Tommy Girl cologne over p*ss
Wantin motherf*ckers to call her Miss
In the club, you try to look like Deborah Cox with a f*cked up house
I bet you got roaches and mouse
Look at sperm around your f*ckin mouth
You can't even cook a meal right like a good woman down South
Runnin your mouth with a million dollar pus*y stinkin
There's Massengil on the table while you rollin a blunt
Watchin En Vogue on the cable - gettin your hair sewed in
Cause your facial expression, lookin like a f*ckin rodent
Loosen up b*tch! Stiff like the Tin Man
Don't even lingerie; always talkin about your dead man
Used to be a gangster -- I don't wanna hear that sh*t I'm eatin
I got some fine Puerto Rican girls I'm meeting
Y'all stay with these wack-ass has-beens
I'm leavin with the quickness
Y'all plastic monkeys at the Greek picnics
b*tch gets no love, b*tch gets no love
{cut n scratch: "Look hear b*tch!"}
b*tch gets no love, b*tch gets no love
{cut n scratch: "Look hear b*tch!"}
b*tch gets no love, b*tch gets no love
{cut n scratch: "Look hear b*tch!"}
b*tch gets no love, b*tch gets no love
{cut n scratch: "I said look hear b*tch!"}

b*tch gets no love