Bitch Please II Lyrics – Eminem
“Bitch Please II” is a track from Eminem’s sophomore LP The Marshall Mathers LP. It’s a sequel to a Snoop Dogg track (featuring Xzibit and Nate Dogg) that appeared on his 1999 album No Limit Top Dogg and features the aforementioned artists, plus Dr. Dre and Shady himself.
| Song Name : | Bitch Please II |
| Album / Movie : | The Marshall Mathers LP |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
Yeah, what up, Detroit?Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh, no, he didn’t (ah)They didn’t do it again (what-what, you what?)You shitted on these niggas two times, Dr. Dre?Oh, fo’ sho’Uh-uh, naw, you smell that?This is special right here (what-what, what-what-what?)Yeah, it’s a toast to the boogie, baby (uh, ah)Uh, to the boogie-oogie-oogieYeah, ya know, what’s crackin’, Dre?
Just let me lay back and kick some old simplistic pimp shitOn Slim’s shit, and start riots like Limp BizkitBest throw on “Guilty Conscience” at concertsAnd watch mosh pits ’til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious (watch out, nigga)Some of these crowds that Slim drawsIs rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard, when it’s packed and full of carsSome of these crowds me and Snoop drawIs niggas from Crenshaw, from Long Beach to South CentralOh, not these niggas againThese grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again (shit)
You and what army could harm me?D-R-E and Shady with Doggy from Long Beach (westside)Came a long way to makin’ these songs playIt’ll be a wrong move to stare at me the wrong wayI got a long Uz’ and I carry it all daySometimes it’s like a nightmare just bein’ AndreBut I
Somehow, some wayHolla, nigga, you know about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg)And let me cut these niggas up and show ’em where the fuck I’m comin’ fromI get the party crackin’ from the shit that I be spittin’, son (yeah)Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run (watch out)Got about fifty guns and I loveAll of ’em the same, bang-bang (word up)
Damn, baby girl, what’s your name? (What’s your name?)I forgot, what’d you say it was? Damn, a nigga buzzed (fucked up)Hangin’ in the club with my nephew Eminem (what’s up, Slim?)What up, cuz? (What up, Snoop?)The Great White American Hope (uh-huh)Done hooked up with the king of the motherfuckin’ West Coast, baby
And you don’t really wanna fuck with meOnly nigga that I trust is meFuck around and make me bust this heat(That’s the devil, they always wanna dance)
I’m the Head Nigga In Charge, I’m watchin’ you moveYou’re found dead in your garage with ten o’clock news coverageGotta love it ’cause I expose the façadeYour little lungs is too small to hotbox with GodAll jokes aside, come bounce wit’ usStandin’ over you with a 12 gauge about to bust
It’s like ashes to ashes and dust to dustI might leave in a bodybag, but never in cuffsSo who do you trust? They just not rugged enoughWhen things get rough, I’m in the club shootin’ with PuffBitch, please! You must have a mental diseaseAssume the position and get back down on your kneesCome on
And you don’t really wanna fuck with meOnly nigga that I trust is meFuck around and make me bust this heat(That’s the devil, they always wanna dance)And you don’t really wanna fuck with meOnly nigga that I trust is meFuck around and make me bust this heat(That’s the devil, they always wanna dance)
Aw, naw, big Slim DoggEighty pound balls (what?), Dick six-inch long (mm-hm)Back up in the heezy, babyHe’s Shady (he’s so crazy!) (Ha-ha-ha)Gimme the mic, let me recite ’til Timothy WhitePickets outside the Interscope offices every nightWhat if he’s right? I’m just a criminal makin’ a livin’ off of the world’s miseryWhat in the world gives me the rightTo say what I like and walk around flippin’ the bird?Livin’ the urban life like a white kid from the burbs
Dreamin’ at night of screamin’ at mom, schemin’ to leaveRun away from home and grow to be as evil as meI just want you all to notice me, and people to seeThat, somewhere deep down, there’s a decent human being in meIt just can’t be found, so the reason you’ve been seeing this meIs ’cause this is me now, the recent dude who’s being this meanSo when you see me dressin’ up like a nerd on TVOr heard the CD usin’ the “Fag” word so freelyIt’s just me bein’ me; here, want me to tone it down?“Suck my fuckin’ dick, you faggot!” You happy now?
Look at itI start some trouble everywhere that I go (that I go)Ask the bouncers in the club ’cause they know (’cause they know)I start some shit, they throw me out the back do’ (the back do’)Come back and shoot the club up with a .44 (a .44)
And you don’t really wanna fuck with meOnly nigga that I trust is meFuck around and make me bust this heat(That’s the devil, they always wanna dance)And you don’t really wanna fuck with meOnly nigga that I trust is meFuck around and make me bust this heat(That’s the devil, they always wanna dance) (ah)
2001 and foreverSlim ShadyDr. DreSnoop DoggX to the ZNate DoggCome on, yeah