Lyrical Breakdown of Da Bichez - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Da Bichez" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Jeru the Damaja weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Da Bichez" 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Jeru the Damaja's narrative.

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I'm not talking about the queens But [what?] the bitches Not the sisters [what?] the bitches Not the young ladies [what?] the bitches The bitches, the bitches Now a queen's a queen and a stunt is a stunt You can tell who's who by the things they want Most chicks want minks Diamonds, a Benz Spend up all your ends Prob'bly fuck your friends High-post attitudes, real rude with fat asses Think that the pussy is made out of gold Try to control you by slidin' up and down on the wood They be givin' up sex for goods Dealin' with bitches is the same old song They only want you 'til someone richer comes along Don't get me wrong, strong black women I know who's who so due respect I'm givin' While queens stand by you, and stick around Bitches suck you dry and push you down So it's my duty to address This vampiress Givin' the black man stress Recognize what's real and not material Or burn in hell, chasin' Polo and Guess, dumb bitches I'm not talking about the queens But [what?] the bitches Not the sisters [what?] the bitches Not the young ladies [what?] the bitches The bitches, the bitches My man had a chick an' thought she was finger-lickin' I knew her style that's why I'm vegetarian I told him she was out to get what she could get He didn't believe me, so she bagged him up in the end Made the pussy do tricks then she sucked his dick He got caught up in the grip now he's payin' the rent Black Widow: she even killed dead presidents That he'd owe. Shouldn't have got one red cent I body slam her But I'm not a misogynist When I see a brother gettin' nabbed it makes me pissed Cosmetic enchantress scandalous temptress The way my man went out you'd think she was a pimpstress Bitches come my way, I make 'em hop Cause I'm hip to the game I'm not a slave so I don't get pussy-whipped Bear in mind you'll lose em' to end material riches Fuckin' around with those bitches I'm not talking about the queens But [what?] the bitches Not the sisters [what?] the bitches Not the young ladies [what?] the bitches The bitches, the bitches Since I've been club-hoppin' You've been ho-hoppin' You've seen them pop up in every spot that I'm in Any nigga with a record Could get your butt naked So your man got a Lexus You live in the projects Tryin' a flex but you ain't the smartest Your ass ain't the fattest Fuck around, play yourself and get dissed I know your status, you can't touch my status Deep down you want this Dyin' a be famous but you can't attain this Poppin' that coochie for Gucci Bitches like you ain't shit to me And don't talk about R-E-S-P-E-C-T Cause I treat my black sisters like royalty Now go in peace Don't make me get raw And treat you like the harlot that you are Filthy bitches