Catch 22

I had this dog named Red, sold dope out East
That had this nymph named Kim, a lil' sexy freak
'Bout five feet tall, so sweet in my teeth
Lookin' good enough to eat from her head to her feet
She grew up on the beach, never hip to the game
And fell in love with Red 'cause he sold cocaine
You know the kind of nymph that went to Catholic school
And did the opposite of what her mama told her to do
Me and my dog Red, we was extra close
Played park, wanted to ball together for Coach Roach
We hit the same nymphs and broke the same rules
And both graduated from the same high school
Both went in the game, I left and he stayed
But while I'm suin' record labels tryin' to get paid
Red done came up and got it made in the shade
With six birds a week from SC to Dade
A brand new house that was extra suped
A Hummer, a Benz, and a Lexus coupe
Around to his crib all times of night
On the big screen watchin' Mike Tyson fight
With his nymph servin' drinks in her negligee
Eyein' me every time Red looked away
And that there was grounds to leave
'Cause player rule number three
Is never disrespect a man's main squeeze
Now Red gets a beep and has to break camp
I'm thinkin' that we both about to get vamped
But he was like "Dog, stay and watch the fight
'Cause I don't even know if I'ma make it home tonight"
'Cause he had this other nymph he was goin' to hit
Plus he kinda wanted me to babysit
And make sure fake snakes ain't invade his place
Lead a lady down flat and make her open the safe
He dipped, Tyson won, split decision
Kim came in and stood in front of the television
And I don't know what button she pushed
But it switched from TV to a CD of Angela Winbush
Now Red in his Hummer pumpin' Master P
While his nymph at the crib goin' after me
How I wish that his girl ain't lust me so much
And that my dog ain't trust me so much
That way I wouldn't feel bad hittin' his door
On his white leather sofa that he bought from Hov
But I did it, and after I did it, I felt doomed
Went and took a shower in the guest bathroom
Got out the shower, put on my clothes
And noticed Kim had powder on her nose
Actin' all hyper, eyes was all glossy
I had to make the nymph back up off me
Ran to his room, the safe was wide open
Kim right behind me, hollerin' "I'm hopin'
You ain't gon' tell him, 'cause he'll be hurt
If he find out his main squeeze addicted to the work
Besides, tell on me and I'ma tell on you
And all the freaky stuff that you made me do"
Now I'm dead in the middle of a Catch-22
Tell me, what would you do?