Don't Fight the Intro

Say, hoe, yeah! you,

Can I ask you a question?

Can you get in where you fit in, bitch?

Get mad if you want, I won't front

Cause I got a new tape and it's full of bumps

So roll you raps over they all out-dated

Too $hort, baby, comin' straight X-rated

Oakland funk is all on this tape

You heard seven get ready for eight

That's right, bitch,

$hort said eight of them

Don't believe me?

Start countin' while i name them

Don't stop rappin'

Girl, that's your life

Talkin' about smokin' that glass-pipe

Players?was the wickedest

And that's the realler

But I still came hard on coke-dealers

Raw, Uncut & X-Rated? ?Born to mack? Life Is

Too $hort? is where I first went platinum

$hort Dog's In The House?came next

And $horty The Pimp?makes seven, bitch

And it don't stop to the beat, baby

Get in where you fit in, bitch!