Love my niggas, but where's my bitches?
I love my niggas, but where's my bitches?
Love my niggas, but where's my bitches?
I love my niggas, but where's my bitches?

[Chorus:]
It's all good
It's all right
Fuck all day
Fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East to the west coast, all my bitches

Yo, chickens is good for pluckin'
So I'm stickin' bitches fuckin'
Got 'em trickin' while they suckin'
Give 'em dick, and they ain't buggin'
I've done it all
From mackin' two hos on a three-way
Dominican hos on freeway
Country hos in V-A
And they all say the same about my game - it's tight
That's why every night a different group of bitches start a fight
Over some dick that they don't even own
All I'm givin' 'em is the bone
Blowin' up a niggas phone but ain't nobody home
I'm in a zone tryin' to do things
Let's turn this into a crew thing
What's up, girlfriend, you game?
No wonder why when I leave at night
It's 'cause I thieve at night
I'm leavin' bitches not breathin' right
I fuck they head up with some slick shit
Hit 'em off with some long dick shit
Make it some quick shit, but rip shit
Then I'm out, just like the trash on a Thursday
Knowin' she'd be givin' up the ass on the first day

[Chorus x 2]

Flocks of bitches by the dozens
From sisters to cousins
Got 'em doin' shit they said they wasn't
Ever gonna do like knowin' I'd fuck the bitch that she was close to
Still gave up the ass and dough; she was supposed to
Pictures of bitches and flicks of chicks
Videos with the baddest hos, sucking dick
It's the dog in me that makes me do wrong
Honies can't help but get strung (Why?
'Cause the game is too strong
I like 'em greedy, black like Edi, eyes beady, willin' to give to the needy
I done ran through 'em all
From around the way bitches
To them outta state hos
I'm even hitting gay bitches
All I tell 'em is "let me get that"
Then it's on
Knock her mothafuckin' boots
And then I'm gone
I got the white bitches sayin' "It's a black thing"
'Cause I leave that ho with no dough and plenty back pain

[Chorus x 2]

Bitches who get props 'cause they know who can get got
Who they can get shot by the way ya nigga's hip drop
Walk up in the spot knowin' what she want strictly
When hon wants the dickly, hon comes and gets me
Hits me, pays me, doesn't get crazy
Known to be swayze 'cause that's daddy's baby
I keep them hos in check like the government
Hittin' 'em off with nothin' but the dick, and they lovin' it
Huggin' it like it's they best friend 'cause it is, word to mix
Fuckin' with tricks is just biz
I deal with strictly dimes
Got 'em commitin' they first crimes
Now she's suckin' dick for the first time
And ain't no secret 'bout how I freak it when it's sleek it
Never knew how I peeped it then creeped it
That's how I know this must be that shit
I tell them bitches "I'll be back"
And they believe that shit

[Chorus x 4]

I love my niggas, but where's my bitches?
I love my niggas, but where's my bitches?
I love my niggas, but where's my bitches?
I love my niggas, but where's my bitches?
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It's All Good Lyrics

Dmx – It's All Good Lyrics

Songwriters: Simmons, Earl / Dean, Kasseem / Nix, Kenton
It's All Good lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group

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