Lyrical Breakdown of Bitches Ain't Shit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bitches Ain't Shit" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Dr. Dre weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bitches Ain't Shit" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Dr. Dre employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Dr. Dre's narrative.

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Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick Get's the fuck out after you're done And I hops in my ride to make a quick run Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick Get's the fuck out after you're done And I hops in my ride to make a quick run I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night Tight than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets Peep, the shit got deep and it was on Number 1 song after number 1 song Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2 And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin' Now she's suing 'cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short So now she's takin' me to court It's real conversation for your ass So recognize and pass to Daz Now, as I'm rollin' with my nigga Dre and Eastwood Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough up to no good We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks But we don't love them hoes, bitch and it's like that This is what you look for in a hoe who got cash flow Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash And get your dash on While you're chillin', with your homies and shit And how my niggaz kick the anthem like this, beyach Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick Get's the fuck out after you're done And I hops in my ride to make a quick run To the store, to get me a 4 0 Snoop Doggy Dogg paged that must mean more hoes So I head down the street to long beach Just so I could meet, a freak To lick me from my head to my feet And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up Bitches on my nuts like clothes But I'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes How could you trust a hoe? 'Cuz a hoe's a trick I don't love them tricks 'Cuz a trick's a bitch And my dick's constantly in her mouth Turnin' them trick ass hoes the fuck out now I once had a bitch named Mandy May Used to be up in them guts like everyday The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung I was in love like a muthafucka lickin' the protung The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine Guess what? Got gaffled by one time I'm back to the muthafuckin' county jail 6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail I get's released on a hot sunny day My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr. Dre Scooped in a coupe, Snoop, we got news Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues I ain't been out a second And already gotta do some muthafuckin' chin checkin' Move up the block as we groove down the block See, my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock Kick in the do', I look on the flo' It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my hoe, yo (Bitches ain't shit) I uncocked my shit, I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed Man, fuck a bitch Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick Get's the fuck out after you're done And I hops in my to make a quick run Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick Get's the fuck out after you're done And I hops in my ride to make a quick run (Bitches ain't shit) I don't give a fuck about a bitch (Bitches ain't shit) But I and her know that they can't fade this 'Cuz I'm doin' my own thing (Bitches ain't shit) Down with the swang I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing I say you know can't deal (Bitches ain't shit) 'Cuz I'm a bitch that's real Motherfucker need to step back, hell yeah They need to chill Because I don't give a fuck (Bitches ain't shit) And I don't give a fuck And I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck And now I gotta do some I gotta do some shit that's clean (Bitches ain't shit) But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean Like a washing machine I can wash the clothes All the hoes knows That I'm on the flo' ho But they can't hang with my type on swang (Bitches ain't shit) I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang But just the juicy ones With the tip of the tongue And then their sprung With the nuts hung (Bitches ain't shit)