Lyrical Breakdown of Hard On A Bitch - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Too Short weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hard On A Bitch" 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 Too Short employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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"Something like this" "Pimpin ain't. pimpin ain't dead." - repeat 2X {*background scratch: "Hard on a bitch"*} [Too $hort] I'm so hard on a bitch nigga I mean it's nothin though, you know I'm from the town Everythang on a bitch That's how we do it {"I'm hard on a bitch, go ask my first ho"} I'm not nice to these hoes, most of the time I say what the fuck, is on my mind I grab my pen, and write a rhyme And say somethin 'bout a bitch on every line She just gave me 800, a G last night She could pay me for years and couldn't be my wife Everybody talkin 'bout, how these pimps be funny A bitch couldn't lock me down with Whitney's money Some niggaz get paid but they're not the boss Cain't even show off, stop and floss ... without askin permission Why you bitch-ass niggaz always askin yo' bitch if you can do thangs, what'chu wanna do mayne? You wanna help your girl step up her shoe game? Take her shoppin, just to get it poppin You weak for the pussy and you know you need to stop it [Chorus: Too $hort] Hard on a bitch, I'm hard on a bitch I'm hard on a bitch so hard on a bitch Hard on a bitch, I'm hard on a bitch I'm hard on a bitch I'm so hard on a beee-itch! [Too $hort] But you ain't though, and you cain't flow She's a pro, but you ain't know You so soft, you ain't pimpin these hoes You take 'em to the mall and buy expensive clothes And let her drive your car, so you can say you're fuckin She disrespects you and don't pay you nothin But that's you - cause if it was me She'll be comin to the table with a meal to eat And I stay hungry, I like hoes that make money You got a pussy, and they want it So give it to 'em and collect the fee Buy some mo' shoes and give the rest to me Cinderella and her glass slipper They say, a lot of fuckin makes yo' ass bigger I say, keep fuckin make my ass richer While yo' booty and my pockets get thicker [Chorus]