Jeru the Damaja Da Bichez Lyrics

[Chorus:]
I'm not talking about the queens
But da b____ez
Not the sisters the b____es
Not the young ladies the b____es
The b____ez, the b____ez.

Now a queen's a queen and a stunt is a stunt
You can tell who's who by the things they want
Most chicks want minks, diamonds, a Benz
Spend up all your ends, prob'bly f___ your friends
High-post attitudes, real rude with fat a__es
Think that the p____ is made out of gold
Try to control you by slidin' up and down on the wood
They be givin' up s__ for goods
Dealin' with b____es is the same old song
They only want you 'til someone richer comes along
Don't get me wrong, strong black women
I know who's who so due respect I'm givin'
While queens stand by you, and stick around
b____es suck you dry and push you down
So it's my duty to address
This vampiress givin' the black man stress
Recognize what's real and not material
Or burn in hell, chasin' Polo and Guess, dumb b____ez.

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My man had a chick an' thought she was finger-lickin'
I knew her style that's why I'm vegetarian
I told him she was out to get what she could get
He didn't believe me, so she bagged him up in the end
Made the p____ do tricks then she sucked his d___
He got caught up in the grip now he's payin' the rent
Black Widow: she even killed dead presidents
That he'd owe; shouldn't have got one red cent
I body slam her, but I'm not a misogynist
When I see a brother gettin' nabbed it makes me p___ed
Cosmetic enchantress scandalous temptress
The way my man went out you'd think she was a pimpstress
b____es come my way, I make 'em hop
'Cause I'm hip to the game
I'm not a slave so I don't get p____-whipped
bear in mind you'll lose em' to end material riches
f___in' around with those b____ez.

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Since I've been club-hoppin' you've been ho-hoppin'
You've seen them pop up in every spot that I'm in
Any n____ with a record could get your b___ naked
So your man got a Lex', you live in the projects
Tryin' a flex but you ain't the smartest
Your a__ ain't the fattest
f___ around, play yourself and get dissed
I know your status, you can't touch my status
Deep down you want this
Dyin' to be famous but you can't attain this
Poppin' that coochie for Gucci
b____es like you ain't s___ to me
And don't talk about R-E-S-P-E-C-T
'Cause I treat my black sisters like royalty
Now go in peace Don't make me get raw
And treat you like the harlot that you are
Filthy b____ez.

[Chorus]

{DJ Premier scratches "b____!" til fadeout}