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letra de one less bitch - n.w.a

(mc ren)
the world’s most dangerous group
once again beatin’ on your m-th-f-ckin’ eardrums
doin’ much damage for all you sl-tty -ss ho’s

(dr. dre)
yo, there was a b-tch 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 guaranteed to give a m-th-f-cka 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 o’ you, you take care o’ me”
you got a p.i.m.p. and all i want is the money
she went to work and the n-gg-z were fiendin’ yo
she had the biggest -ss that you ever seen
in fact, she was like medusa
her t-ties fully grown
a look and your d-ck 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-cked with
she ain’t crazy
f-ckin’ with dre, she’ll be pushin’ up daisies
she was the perfect ho’ but wouldn’t you know
the b-tch 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 n-gg-z f-ck her first yeah
loaded up the 44 yo
then i straight smoked the ho’
’cause i’m a real n-gg-, but i guess you figure
i was soft, so she paid the cost
to the boss and got tossed
one less b-tch you gotta worry about
she’s outa here and that’s how it turns out

now vicky, vicky, vicky, she’s very tricky
she put her hicky on top of my d-ck
sick b-tch, see?
she told me she loved me, and she wanted to keep me
if only she can have the d-ck 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 b-tch
yo, she wrote a check, many a check
in the name of a b-tch who was strugglin’ at the same game
all i wanted to do was get p.a.i.d.
just a little somethin’ for f-ckin’ 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 this b-tch i was f-ckin’, i had her tossed up
and put to sleep
so n-gg- never forget, a dead b-tch can’t tell a n-gg- sh-t!
one less b-tch you gotta worry about
she’s outa here and that’s how it turned out

one less,
one less,
one less b-tch you gotta worry about!

[muthaf-ckin’ right!]

one less,
one less,
one less b-tch you gotta worry about!

thinkin’ about money, and lookin’ at a prost-tute
the b-tch was cute, so now i had to execute
and shoot game like a real n-gg-
with a steel trigga
convince her to move up to somethin’ bigga
i think i had a flashback though
’cause i said “f–k it”
loced and choked and spoked to the ho’ like this:
“b-tch, 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-tch felt lame and ashamed to be
workin’ that trick sh-t
’cause n-gg-z knew that she was someone
a little later though she caught one
in the chest and i knew that it was commin’
by who and how the whole act would be done
so what?
one less b-tch you gotta worry about
but that ain’t how it turned out.

(mc ren)
yo, there was a b-tch named her out and shot her
straight pull the m-th-f-ckin’ 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
in the vault, but the stupid b-tch thought she’d never get cought
came home early and straight bust her -ss
on the couch with another n-gg- countin’ my cash
i should’ve knew she was like them other ho’s
i told them two m-th-f-ckaz to take off their clothes
b-tt naked nothin’ left but the shoes
i had up the 9 so they could’nt refuse
i shot the n-gg- he was outta there
and tied the b-tch to the m-th-f-ckin’ chair
now there’s one less b-tch i gotta worry about
everybody out, that’s how it turns out!

one less,
one less,
one less b-tch you gotta worry about!

(easy e)
in reality –
a fool is one who believes that all women are ladies
a n-gg- is one who believes that all ladies are b-tches,
and all b-tches are created equal.
to me, all b-tches are the same:
money hungry skanless groupie ho’s
that’s always riding on a n-gg-‘s d-ck.
always in a n-gg-‘s pocket.
and when the n-gg- runs out of money the b-tch is gone in the wind.
to me… all b-tches ain’t sh-t!

one less,
one less,
one less b-tch you gotta worry about!

one less,
one less,
one less b-tch you gotta worry about!
…

- n w a

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