(Kid Capri)
  Yes indeed, What the deal
  This is the world famous Kid Capri
  up here wit my man Joey Crack
  Joey Crack got this new joint coming out
  Yo Joey, tell 'em what the name of this joint is
  
  (Fat Joe)
  This is for the hoes and bitches
  
  (Kid Capri)
  A-yo what about all the young ladies, the positive young ladies
  
  (Fat Joe)
  Like I said this is dedicated to the hoes and bitches
  
  (Kid Capri)
  Speak on it man
  
  Verse 1 - Fat Joe
  This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas
  for all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the leiters
  Two months pregnant madd dick pokin' the fetus
  But she don't give a damn still suckin' dick for sneakers
  You know the type, Damn dirty is right she even did it wit dice
  And made a dildo of ice
  A-yo it's like the hiest
  move ya phat ass to gain
  And if you love me baby girl give my friends some entertainment (Yo that's foul Joe)
  Hey yo I treat 'em how they act yo
  Behave like a hooker and played like a madd hoe
  Rumor has it that you take it in the asshole
  And wrap ya lips around my dick like a lasso
  I love the way you hold that
  Joe Crack bozak
  While niggas bone that
  My stomach's where ya nose at
  Just another hoe in the midst
  That does more than kiss when we start pourin' the 'cris
  
  (Chorus)
  All you bitches be fuckin' for money
  Playin' niggas but they can't get shit from me
  You ain't smokin' my lye
  Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by
  All you bitches just walk on by
  
  Verse 2 - Fat Joe
  I once knew a girl by the name of Savannah
  met her backstage at a show in Atlanta
  seemed like a nice girl, class and well-mannered
  When I took her to the hotel the bitch went bananas
  Did my eyes decieve me
  Was she suckin' three pee-pee's
  Caught it all on tape so I could watch it late on T.V.
  Couldn't wait to beep me
  Started in the car shorty caught the quick train from the Trinity
  stars
  Big Joe'll railroad
  Any frail hoe
  Have a bitch scream and yell throwin' elbows
  Now who the hell knows
  Why these girls fuck for cell phones
  Turnin' tricks for material shit
  Now bust it, You wanna hit it gotta pay top dollar
  These chics is hott rodders
  Wit grips like Rottwilers
  But why bother
  Picture me payin' a fee
  I'll just play like Akinyle and fuck these hoes for free
  
  (Chorus)
  
  Verse 3 - Charli Baltimore
  Picture B-More on the floor on all fours
  mind must've lost yours
  never been tossed
  Tour thats what I do for ones
  Not whore baby thats what I do for fun
  Now I dread that I gave you head
  All because them four double A duracells went dead
  My vibrator....Huh!! playa hatin' on me
  Thinking you can hit this and get away scott free
  Now you boomeranged....All I wanted was some ac-tion
  Brought my own Branton
  Got my own mansion
  Now you off tryin' to front to yo niggas
  Cuz I blew ya back out and got my own figgas
  Please, you was just something to do
  Had a camcorder too
  How you like that boo
  You madd cuz I hit that and vanished
  Or cuz you on tape screamin' "CHARLI BALTIMORE" in spanish
  
  (Chorus)
  All you bitches be fuckin' for money
  Playin' niggas but they can't get shit from me
  You ain't smokin' my lye
  Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by
  All you bitches just walk on by
  
  (Ad-libs til fade)
  Just walk on by
  See ya later yeah
  You scandulous hoe