Lyrics One Less Bitch - N.W.A.
The
world's
most
dangerous
group
Once
again
beating
on
your
motherfucking
eardrums
Doing
much
damage
for
all
you
slutty
ass
hoes
Yo,
there
was
a
bitch
I
knew
on
the
avenue
She
was
good
to
G-O
for
a
nut
or
two
yo
I
think
her
name
was
Clara
And
she
was
guaranteed
to
give
a
motherfucka
whatever
he
needs
To
be
perfectly
honest,
she
was
a
hooker
So
I
took
her
a
hundred
yards,
to
the
boulevard
I
told
her
"I'll
take
care
of
you,
you
take
care
of
me"
"You've
got
a
P-I-M-P
and
all
I
want
is
the
money"
She
went
to
work
and
the
niggas
were
fiendin'
Yo,
she
had
the
biggest
ass
that
you
ever
seen
In
fact
she
was
like
Medusa,
with
titties
full
grown
One
look
and
your
dick
turns
to
stone,
yeah
Keepin'
in
mind
that
she
was
the
kind
that
would
find
the
time
to
get
mine
Because
she
knows
I'm
not
to
be
fucked
with
She
ain't
crazy
Fuckin'
with
Dre,
she'll
be
pushin'
up
daisies
She
was
the
perfect
ho,
but
wouldn't
you
know
The
bitch
tried
to
gank
me,
so
I
had
to
kill
her
Yeah,
straight
hittin'
Now
listen
up
and
lemme
tell
you
how
I
did
it
Yo,
I
tied
her
to
the
bed,
I
was
thinking
the
worst
But
yo,
I
had
to
let
my
niggas
fuck
her
first
yeah
Loaded
up
the
forty-fo',
yo
Then
I
straight
smoked
the
ho
'Cause
I'm
a
real
nigga,
but
I
guess
you
figured
I
was
soft
and
she
thank
me
Coughed
to
the
boss
and
got
tossed
One
less
bitch
you
gotta
worry
about
She's
outta
here
and
that's
how
it
turns
out
Now
Vicky
Vicky
Vicky,
she's
very
tricky
She
put
her
hickey
on
top
of
my
dick,
sick
bitch,
see?
She
told
me
she
loved
me
and
she
wanted
to
keep
me
If
only
she
can
have
the
dick
weekly
I
said
I'm
with
it
but
baby
you
gotta
hold
up
If
I
was
happy
with
somethin'
that
I
could
fold
up
We
can
do
this
- she
said
her
husband
was
rich
Then
I
knew
I
had
the
bitch
Yo
she
wrote
a
cheque,
many
a
cheque
In
the
name
of
a
bitch
who
was
strugglin'
at
the
same
game
All
I
wanted
to
do
was
get
P-A-I-D
Just
a
little
somethin'
for
fuckin'
me
Yo
Everything
was
cool
but
Vicky
concerned
me
Her
husband
was
the
District
Attorney
So,
before
he
found
out
he
was
crossed
up
By
his
bitch
I
was
fuckin'
I
had
her
tossed
up
And
put
to
sleep,
so
a
nigga
never
forgets
A
dead
bitch
can't
tell
a
nigga
shit
One
less
bitch
you
gotta
worry
about
She's
outta
here
and
that's
how
it
turned
out
One
less,
one
less
One
less
bitch
you
gotta
worry
about
(motherfuckin'
right)
One
less,
one
less
One
less
bitch
you
gotta
worry
about
Thinkin'
about
money,
and
lookin'
at
a
prostitute
The
bitch
was
cute,
so
now
I
had
to
execute
And
shoot
game
like
a
real
nigga
With
a
steel
trigga
Convince
her
to
move
up
to
somethin'
bigger
I
think
I
had
a
flashback
though
'Cause
I
said
"fuck
it"
Loped
and
choked
and
smoked
to
the
ho'
like
this:
"Bitch,
it's
all
about
Dre"
"The
money,
money,
money
and
this
all
I
gotta
say"
Of
course
she
came
with
me
and
remained
with
me
'Till
the
bitch
felt
lamed
and
ashamed
to
be
Workin'
that
trick
shit
'Cause
niggas
knew
that
she
was
short
one
A
little
later
though
she
caught
one
In
the
chest
and
I
knew
that
it
was
commin'
By
who
and
how
the
all
act
would
be
done?
So
what?
One
less
bitch
I
gotta
worry
about
But
that
ain't
how
it
turned
out
Yo,
there
was
a
bitch
named
her
out
and
shot
her
Straight
to
the
muthafuckin'
trigger
and
said
"I
got
her!"
But
I
had
better
plans
to
give
her
the
blues
Like
dumpin'
her
in
the
river
with
cement
shoes
I
knew
my
money
was
comin'
up
short
And
the
thought
that
the
stupid
bitch
thought
she'd
never
get
caught
Came
home
early
and
straight
bust
her
ass
On
the
couch
with
her
other
nigga
countin'
my
cash
I
should've
known
she
was
like
them
other
hoes
I
told
the
two
motherfuckaz
to
take
off
their
clothes
Butt
naked,
nothin'
left
but
the
shoes
I
had
up
a
nine
so
they
couldn't
refuse
I
shot
the
nigga,
he
was
outta
there
And
tied
up
the
bitch
to
the
motherfuckin'
chair
Now
there's
one
less
bitch
I
gotta
worry
about
Everybody
out,
that's
how
it
turns
out
One
less,
one
less
One
less
bitch
you
gotta
worry
about
(in
reality)
One
less,
one
less
(a
fool
is
the
one
who
believes)
One
less
bitch
you
gotta
worry
about
(that
all
women
are
ladies)
A
nigga
is
one
who
believes
that
all
ladies
are
bitches
And
all
bitches
are
created
equal
To
me,
all
bitches
are
the
same
Money-hungry,
scandalous
groupie
hoes
That's
always
ridin'
on
a
nigga's
dick,
always
in
a
nigga's
pocket
And
when
the
nigga
runs
out
of
money
the
bitch
is
gone
in
the
wind
To
me,
all
bitches
ain't
shit
One
less,
one
less
One
less
bitch
you
gotta
worry
about
One
less,
one
less
One
less
bitch
you
gotta
worry
about
1 One Less Bitch
2 Prelude
3 Real Niggaz Don't Die
4 Niggaz 4 Life
5 Protest
6 Appetite For Destruction
7 Don't Drink That Wine
8 Alwayz Into Somethin'
9 Message to B.A.
10 To Kill a Hooker
11 Findum, F---Um & Flee
12 Automobile
13 She Swallowed It
14 I'd Rather F--- You
15 Approach To Danger
16 1-900-2-Compton
17 The Dayz of Wayback
18 Just Don't Bite It
19 Sa Prize, Pt. 2
20 Kamurshol
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