Suppose I called you up tonight and axed you to be partners
And suppose I said "Ya wanna buy my hos?".
And suppose I tried to say "I think that we should learn a lesson"
And I'm tired a-pimpin' street hos dontcha know.

If I told you that I realised you’re girls are moneymakers
And you’re killin' me out there on the street.
Would you tell me that you’d buy them and we could pimp together?
Or would you simply laugh and say to me:

"I stoled your hos, oh I stoled your hos
I stoled all your ghetto gash and now you’re begging me to cut you in
I stoled your hos, now for me they blow
Now I’m pimpin’ yer old hos and you won’t never sell another bitch again".

If I got down on my knees and gave you all the best street corners
Would you say you thought that we could make a deal?
Would you say we’ll work together, Cuz the money’s just too tight
And blame it on the ‘Bush’ economy?

If I axed you to cut me in and promised that I’d buy ya
A feather for your turquoise velvet hat.
Would ya say let’s work together, your ho’s are pretty fly, yeah
Or laugh at me from your gold Cadillac?

Would you say:

"I stoled your hos, oh I stoled your hos
I stoled all your ghetto gash and now your begging me to cut you in
I stoled your hos, now for me they blow
Now I’m pimpin’ yer old hos and you won’t never sell another bitch again".

Now I’m pimpin’ yer old hos and you won’t never sell another bitch again"