Break-a-bitch College Lyrics - Eightball & Mjg

Good morning, class 

This is your teacher, MJG 

Look at me as I write my name on the board 

Class, do you see my name? 

Do you understand my name? 

Well, listen, okay 

Class, today at Break-A-Bitch University 

We will teach young bustas, playa-hatas 

And all of these weak, narrow minded young sissies 

How to break a bitch, now really, it's so easy 

Mister G, I have a question 

Yes? 

Pimpology today is different than it was in the 70s 

Aha 

I wanna know how can anybody stroll today 

And if so, what proceeds do we have to go through? 

Well, check it out 

First here's what you have to do 

It's time to let the P I M P in the fuckin' front do' 

One mo' nigga cuttin' paper on the down low 

It's so twisted in this white man's society 

Why it be hard for a nigga when he try to be 

Independent, on his own with a plan 

You hate it 'cause you can't understand how I can 

Rearrange and change how your daughter was raised 

And teach her how to constantly get paid when she's laid 

Ain't no use in bein' the freak of the city 

You still ain't got no ducats 

You want a Rolex or ride buckets? 

Bitch, listen 'cause you gots plenty of competition 

From these other hoes who think 

That you supposed to fall dead, short, lame to the game 

Don't worry, put them bitches in your pistol range 

MJ fuckin' G settin' your mind free with the type of knowledge 

Class has started, day number one in Break-A-Bitch College 

And today, class 

We have a guest speaker, Mister Fat Mac 

Please introduce yourself 

Good evening, players, good evening 

Eightball the Fat Mac here, I'm here to let you know 

That these bitches, mean these bustas no good 

You see what I'm sayin'? 

Now first of all, class are there any questions? 

Ah yes, Mister Eightball 

You bein' a Professor of Pimpology 

Tell me how these niggas let these hoes 

Get 'em caught up in that fuck shit 

Alright buddy, check this out 

Once again here I come pushin' that funk into your ear 

Do you recall Eightball, the player of the year 

Calm 'cause I'm cool and I'm cool 'cause I'm calm 

Leavin' hoes shell-shocked like they fall in Vietnam 

Mayn, some have game, but most of them can't handle this 

Those that I think are stars, end up bein' scandalous 

Welfare recipients, crib full of rugrats 

Boost a couple of shirts and now the bitch think she all that 

Freakazoids have a nigga noid steppin' up to me 

Hoes that'll fuck you fast might be packin' H.I.V. 

Me, I'm packin' jimmy hats, so a hoe won't give me that 

Shit about she on the pill, knowin' that her pussy kill 

See, through my education illustrations were the key 

See, where I'm from only bustas have to pay a fee 

Now you might ask, what can a nigga do to get started? 

Pull a hoe and go enroll in Break-A-Bitch College 

Ah, yeah, now that was a very nice lecture 

And as I walk back over to the middle of the bulletin board 

I, I kinda figured, I wondered to myself and I looked at my class 

And I, it seems that you have more questions 

Is there any more questions? 

Yes, yes, Mister MJG 

I have a question 

Yes? 

Ah, in 94 do you think, ah 

Any bitches are gonna come up? 

Can, can any bitches be pimps? 

Look here, look here, let me tell you 

Now these bitches got a lotta game for a nigga 

So that made me try to see how to break a hoe 

What exactly would it take for me to make the bitch click 

How damn quick could I make the bitch break a trick 

How fuckin' long will it take to make my profit 

And what kinda justice can this hoe do for my pocket 

Talkin' space-age pimpin', similar to the oldies 

In ways like keepin' our business tight, not by tryina be Goldie 

These niggas gettin' they game picked down to the bone 

If you listen on what these hoes have to say, your money's gone 

Nigga, focus on your own rhyme, make 'em follow your own rules 

Don't be a fool, nigga, bring that bitch on by to school 

I got a class for that ass and it starts at seven 

'I was a pimp' at ten o'clock, break till eleven 

Future looks good for the smartest 

Niggas in the school of Sir Break-A-Bitch College 

Okay class, okay class 

Everybody just needs to settle down 

Everybody just settle down 

We're gonna break in about 15 minutes 

But we have one more lecture, one more lecture 

Now ehm, eh, calm down, calm down 

I'm gonna take one more question 

I'm gonna take, are there any more questions? 

Ah yeah, ah, I wanna know 

How can a ordinary busta like me 

You know, you know 

Get in Break-A-Bitch College? 

Not long ago I grew up as a youngster in this shit 

When all I wanted to do is stick my dick up in a bitch 

That dope made my ends and my ends bought me weed 

And all I wanted to see was them young bitches on they knees 

Uncle Sam, damn, can I get a job, see 

I don't wanna sell this dope, and nope 

I don't wanna get out and rob 

Today I was coolin' like I usually do 

I met this hoe after a show that wanted to chew me and screw 

Now some busta-ass nigga woulda fucked the bitch 

But at Break-A-Bitch College that's called trickin' off your dick 

On the corner ain't no pimps, real players are low-key 

I'm on the verge of a splurge, settin' up shop in Tennessee 

Ain't no future for the lame, ain't no love in this game 

Do you fuck them hoes and trust them hoes 

And love 'em with no shame? 

9 times out of 10, trick nigga, if you do 

Break-A-Bitch College got a scholarship just for you 

Ah, yes, damn good class 

Damn good class, wonderful graduates 

I love 'em all, I love 'em all 

Now class can you all join in with me 

For our school alma mater and let's sing it 

I'm proud to be an alumni from Break-A-College 

I'm proud to be