The pimp, the ho, the consumer.

She better have my money, and it best be tonight.

She come here with another excuse, I’m just not gonna do right.

Gave her so many chances, put her at the top of my squad.

But she couldn’t even go through her first job, like that was so hard.

Why my mother was a ho, and all her sisters led the way,

So she better bring me my money, and she best bring it today!

–The Pimp

The pimp, the ho, the consumer.

I don’t know how I ended up in this world that’s so crazy.

First it was just dancing, now it’s this, just to feed my baby.

But at least I’m getting paid; most girls give it up and later on get played.

And I used protection every time, so I know I don’t have AIDS.

But sometimes, when they’re on top of me, and I’m fading everything out,

I think about my past, the mistakes I’ve made, knowing I should try another route.

And some nights, I don’t feel much like living,

Like there’s another part of me dying from this thing that I’m giving.

–The Ho

The pimp, the ho, the consumer.

I’ll teach her, acting all stingy with the nappy.

Sometimes I think she had that kid just to trap me.

Well, I guess I have nobody to blame but me.

But she don’t have to give it up, I’ll find someone else to satisfy me.

And to hell with it, if I should catch some kind of disease.

You win some, you lose some; I’m just out to be pleased.

–The Consumer

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