PIMP (best lyrics) - 50 Cent ft Snoop Dogg, Lloyd Banks and Young Buck I don\u0027t know what you heard about me But a bitch can\u0027t get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can\u0027t see That I\u0027m a motherfuckin\u0027 P-I-M-P I don\u0027t know what you heard about me But a bitch can\u0027t get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can\u0027t see That I\u0027m a motherfuckin\u0027 P-I-M-P Now, shawty, she in the club, she dancin\u0027 for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That B.C.B.G, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana She\u0027s feedin\u0027 fools\u0027 fantasies, they pay her \u0027cause they want her I spit a little G-Man and my game got her An hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear, sayin\u0027 they think about her I got the bitch by the bar, tryna get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me \u0027cause I\u0027m from New York I ain\u0027t that nigga tryna holla \u0027cause I want some head I\u0027m that nigga tryna holla \u0027cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch, hit the track, catch a date, and come pay the kid Look, baby, this is simple, you can\u0027t see? You fuckin\u0027 with me, you fuckin\u0027 with a P-I-M-P I don\u0027t know what you heard about me (whoo) But a bitch can\u0027t get a dollar outta me No Cadillac, no perms, you can\u0027t see That I\u0027m a motherfuckin\u0027 P-I-M-P (G-G-G-G-G, G-mix) I don\u0027t know what you heard about me But a bitch can\u0027t get a blunt up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm, \u0027cause I\u0027m a G And I\u0027m a motherfuckin\u0027 C-R-I-P I don\u0027t know what you heard about me But a bitch can\u0027t get a crumb up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm, and I\u0027m a G And I\u0027m a motherfuckin\u0027 P-I-M-P Yeah, bitch, I got my Now and Later gators on I\u0027m \u0027bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong You\u0027re dead wrong if you think that pimpin\u0027 gon\u0027 die 12-piece with a hunnid hos by my side I\u0027m down with that nigga 50 like I\u0027m down with blue \u0022Fuck Cuzz, \u0022 nah, nigga, motherfuck you G-U-N-I-Tizzy, fuckin\u0027 with me and the D-P-Gizzy Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches uptown I got my bidness in Manhattan, I ain\u0027t fuckin\u0027 around I got some butter pecan Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down (Down) That\u0027s waitin\u0027 on me to return so they can snatch these braids out And put my shit in a perm, word (word) They love it when I get to crippin\u0027 and spittin\u0027 this magnficent pimpin\u0027 I don\u0027t know what you heard about me But a bitch can\u0027t get a blunt up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm, and I\u0027m a G \u0027Cause I\u0027m a motherfuckin\u0027 C-R-I-P I don\u0027t know what you heard about me But a bitch can\u0027t get a crumb up outta me I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm, \u0027cause I\u0027m a G And I\u0027m a motherfuckin\u0027 P-I-M-P You need to switch over and ride with a star, it\u0027ll get you far I\u0027m a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R, yeah, I\u0027m young, but I ain\u0027t dumb Got some tricks, but I ain\u0027t one I\u0027m a guerrilla for scrilla, I\u0027ll trip you, you try to run I let \u0027em do as they please, as long as they get my cheese Even if they gotta freeze, or if it\u0027s a hunnid degrees I keep \u0027em on they knees, take a look under my sleeve I ain\u0027t gotta give \u0027em much, they\u0027re happy with Mickey D\u0027s, pimp We keep it pimpin\u0027 in the South, you know how it go (dirty, dirty) We drive old-schools, white walls with mink floor I spin the G-Unit piece, and get \u0027em dizzy Handcuff her if you love her or your girl comin\u0027 with me When your neck and wrist glow (or what?), she already should know (or what?) That money make the world go round, so let\u0027s get more It\u0027s time to show these playas how it should be done You got pimp potential, you might, could be one, G-Unit I don\u0027t know what you heard about me (yeah) But a bitch can\u0027t get a dollar outta me (whoo) No Cadillac, no perms, you can\u0027t see (uh-huh) That I\u0027m a motherfuckin\u0027 P-I-M-P I don\u0027t know what you heard about me (uh-huh) But a bitch can\u0027t get a dollar outta me (yeah) No Cadillac, no perms, you can\u0027t see That I\u0027m a motherfuckin\u0027 P-I-M-P Yeah, in Hollywood, they say there\u0027s no bidness like show bidness In the hood they say there\u0027s no bidness like ho bidness You know they say I talk a lil\u0027 fast, but if you listen a lil\u0027 faster I ain\u0027t gotta slow down for you to catch up, bitch, haha, yeah