The world's most dangerous group
Once again beatin' on your mothaf**kin' ear drumbs
Doin' much damage for all you slutty a** ho's

Yo, there was a b***h I knew on the avenue
She was gettin' G oh for a nut or two yo
I think her name was Clara
and she was garunteed to give a Muthaf**ka whatever he needs
to be perfectly honest she was a h**ker
So I took her - a 100 yards, to the blvd
I told her "I'll take care o' you, you take care o' me"
You've gott a P I M P and all I want is the money
She went to work and the nigguz were fiendin' yo
She had the biggest a** that you ever seen
In fact she was like medusa
Her t*ties fully grown
A look and your d**k turns to stone yeah
keepin' on mind that she was the kind that would find the time to get mine
because she knows I'm not to be f**ked with
She ain't crazy
f**kin' with dre should be pushin' up daisies
She was the perfect ho' but what do you know
the b***h tried to gag 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 niggaz f**k her first yeah
Loaded up the 44 yo
Then I straight smoked the ho'
'Cause I'm a real nigga, but I guess you figure
I was soft and she thank me
coughed to the boss and got tossed
One less b***h you gotta worry about
She's outa here and that's how it turns out

Now Vikky Vikky Vikky, she's very tricky
She put her hicky on top of my d*ck
Sick betsy - she told me she loved me
And she wanted to keep me
If only she can have the d*ck with me
I said I wanted 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 b***h
yo She wrote a cheque name me a cheque
In the name of a b***h who was strugglin' at the same game
All I wanted to do was get P-A-I-D
Just a little somethin' for f**kin' me
yo Everything was cool but Vikky concerned me
Her husband was the District Auterny
So, before he found out he was crossed up
'Bout his b*tch I was f**kin' I had to tossed her
And put you slick - some nigga never forget
A dead bitch can't tell a nigga s**t
One less b***h you gotta worry about
She's outa here and that's how it turned out

One less,
One less,
One less b***h you gotta worry about!

[Muthaf**kin' right!]

One less,
One less,
One less b***h you gotta worry about!

Thinkin' about money, and lookin' at a prostitute
The bitch was cute, so now I had to excecute
And shoot game like a real nigga
With a still trigga
Convince her to move up to somethin' bigga
I think I had a flashback though
'Cause I said "f**k it"
Loped and Choked and Smoked to the ho' like this :
"B***h, 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 b***h felt lamed and ashamed to be
Workin' that trick s**t
'Cause niggaz knew that she was someone
A little later though she called 1
In the chest and I knew that it was commin'
By who and how the all act would be done?
So what?
One less b***h you gotta worry about
But that ain't how it turned out..

Yo, there was a b***h named her out and shot her
Straight to the Muthaf**kin' trigger and said "I got her!"
But I had better plans to give her the blues
Like dumpin' her in the river with sea net shoes
I knew my money was commin' up sho'
And the thought that the stupid b***h thought she'd never get cought
Came home early and straight bust her a**
On the couch with the other nigga countin' my cash
I should've known she was like the motha ho's
I told the 2 Muthaf**kaz to take off their clothes
Butt naked nothin' left but the shoes
I had up a 9 so they could'nt refuse
I shot the nigga he was outa there
And tied the bitch to the Muthaf**kin' chair
Now there's one less b***h I gotta worry about
Everybody out, that's how it turns out

One less,
One less,
One less b***h you gotta worry about!

One less,
One less,
One less b***h you gotta worry about!

.... MIX with Easy E sayin' :

In reality -
A fool is one who believes that all women are ladies
A nigga is one who believes that all ladies are b***hes,
And all b***hes are created equal.
To me - all b***hes are the same :
Money hungry scandlist groopy ho's that's always riding on a nigga's
d**k.
Always in a nigga's pocket and when the nigga runs out of money
the b***h is gone in the wind.
To me :

ALL B***HES AIN'T s**t!

One less,
One less,
One less b***h you gotta worry about!

One less,
One less,
One less b***h you gotta worry about!
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