Big Pimpin'
Jay-Z f/ UGK

Verse 1:
You know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em
'Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em
Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin' good
But I don't fuckin' feed 'em
First time they fuss, I'm breezin'
Talkin' 'bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe 'em
In the cut where I keep 'em
'Til I need a nut
'Til I need to beat the guts
Then it's beep-beep and I'm pickin' 'em up
Let 'em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head
I'ma break bread so you can be livin' it up?
Shit I parts with nothin'
Ya'll be frontin'
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', never happen, I'll be forever mackin'
heart cold as assassins
I got no passion
I go no patience
And I hate waitin'
Hoe, get yo ass in and let's ri-i-i-i-i-ide
Check 'em out now
Ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah
Check 'em out now
Ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah

Chorus 1:
(Jay-Z)
We doin' big pimpin', we spendin' cheese
Check 'em out now
Big pimpin', on B-L-A-Ds
We doin' big pimpin' up in N.Y.C
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo, yo, yo
Big pimpin', we spendin' cheese
We doin' big pimpin', on B-L-A-Ds
We doin' big pimpin' up in N.Y.C
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B

Verse 2:
(Bun B)
Nigga it's the big Southern rap impresario
Comin' straight up out the black barrio
Makes a mil' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my scenawrio
Oops, my bad, that's my scenario
No I can't fuck a scary hoe
Every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin'
They say, "There he go"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit
Then it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab
Don't be surprised if yo hoe stab out with me and you see us comin' down down on yo slab
Livin' ghetto fabulous
So mad, you just can't take it
But nigga, if you hate now then you wait while I get yo bitch butt-naked
Just break it
You gotta pay like you ain't we wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo ass to the back as I'm flyin' through the track
Timbaland let me spit my pros on
Pump it up in the pro zone
That's the track that we breakin' these hoes on
Ain't the track that we flows on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like Trigger man
Fo' real, it don't get no bigger, man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' throwed on the flip
Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool

Chorus 2:
(Bun B)
We be big pimpin', we spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin', on B-L-A-Ds
We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
'Cause we be big pimpin', we spendin' cheese
And we be big pimpin', on B-L-A-Ds
'Cause we be big pimpin' down in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Nigga

Verse 3:
(Pimp C)
Smokin' out, throwin' up
Keepin' lean up in my cup
All my cars got leather and wood
In my 'hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball
Holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall
Nigga I can't fuck wit ya'll
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
Chrome is shinin'
Sippin daily
No rest until Whitey pay me
Uh, now what ya'll know 'bout them Texas boys
Comin' down in candied toys
Smokin' weed and talkin' noise
Noise, noise, noise

Chorus 2