The Bitch That I Hate chords by Poison Clan (The Baby 2 Live Crew)

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Verse 1
G 
Hey, baby, I'm out of here.
I'm going to work.
B 
G 
Bitch, you know you ain't going no
motherfucking work.
You probably going around
Ab 
G 
one of them lone cops' alley hoes'
motherfucking house.
Oh, you call me a liar?
Then I'll fuck you up
Boy, you gon' fuck up.
B 
G 
You gon' get fucked up .
I'm tired every time I motherfucking
turn around.
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G 
B 
A bitch coming to me talking about you fuck
G 
ing with hey, hold up, hold up.
Check this out.
When you first moved in,
Ab 
you ain't talk so slick.
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G 
All you had to do was clean
and take dick.
Knowing that dad would bring
home the bacon.
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G 
Everything was cool,
but now you breaking.
Sayin' how I don't take you out,
like when we first met but think about it
This motherfucker that
bought you cribs,
comin' home to fast food
instead of home cooked ribs
Ab 
G 
I ain't complain what you doin',
Ab 
talk about shit like your period's on
G 
Sayin' how I spent too
much time away from you
with those friends of mine
A nigga will be a nigga,
D 
and the hoe will think that he's
tryin' to egg her
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D 
So bitch you better get it straight,
G 
before you become the bitch that I hate JT,
Ab 
I ain't with that shit
G 
How you gonna  be a dog
that don't even know around here
bullshitting me like that?
Ab 
G 
You got me fucked up,
I deserve better bullshit than that
Ab 
I ain't with all that fuck shit, talking about
G 
I don't do this and I don't do that, man
You better come clean with that fuck shit,
Ab 
you know better than
Hold up, hold up,
G 
let me straighten all this
shit right here
Constantly nagging about the
things I don't do
But while I'm out working,
where the fuck are you?
You're laying around my house,
you ain't doing shit
Matter of fact,
you're startin' to make me sick
Always bitchin', cryin',
yellin', and tryin'
To tell me how I'm doin' you're
wrong, but you're lyin'
So be quiet, stop singin' the blues
Cause I know plenty hoes
who wanna be in your shoes
So if I was you, baby, I'd just chill
Cause if I don't work,
who'll pay the bill?
You sure don't work, so say that crap
All you do is make love
and can't do that
Better sit your butt down
and rest your nerves
B 
Before you find your shit
G 
somewhere out on the curb
Think about it and get your shit straight
D 
Before you become the bitch that I hate
G 
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D 
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G 
Instead of being phony,
every motherfucker fools around
D 
Definitely, and it may sound crazy
G 
But most bitches say,
if they getting paid for the shit's okay
You getting cash and taken care of
It's a fact that you should be aware of
And stop worrying about the next hoe
Cause you on top and she's way below
So you better head, get it straight
Before you become the bitch that I hate
You still suit wearing motherfuckers
You don't even ask me to come to your
motherfuckin' shows
You must be out there fuckin' them
Goofy -ass hoes
when your ass come home
Your shit don't even get on my momma
Ab 
G 
Motherfucker don't even
try to cut me off
You know what the fuck I'm
Ab 
talking about
Goddamn, baby,
G 
just listen to this shit here, man
You to that shit, I just said
Now we've been through
all this shit before
Once I say it this time,
I won't say it no more
D 
It's a part of my job to take long trips
G 
But when I  get back,
you get flippin' the lip
You're never home
And hard to find, and still talkin' bout
I don't spend time with you
Now tell me, who's ducking who?
You ask me, another nigga's fucking you
So say that crap, don't try to front
Gave you everything
that you could possibly want
Without me, where would you be?
Taking care of you sure
ain't my responsibility
So hush your mouth and kill that shit
Or find somebody else to stay with
Now think about that and
get your shit straight
G 
Before you become the bitch that I hate