"Short Dog - Hit 'Em Up" lyrics
(feat. Studd & Murda One)
Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening
Spit that game up in the air, hope you never quit rapping
Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening
Rolling 20's on your Benz, do you ever quit stacking
Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening
Spit that game up in the air, hope you never quit rapping
Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening
Everything he touch goes platinum
When it comes to me, MC stands for making cash
Come see me after midnight, I'm taking that ass, bitch
Short Dog will be breaking your ass
And if I don't, I bet I have you shaking your ass to the beat
Nationwide, putting it down, we selling tapes
In every bullshit town, from here to New York
Back to California, niggas eating chicken, standing on the corner
Ain't doing nothing out here but fussing
Trying to live good, but a player still struggling
Don't let the clean Benz fool ya
Just buy the tape and let Short Dogs fool ya
Educated, you know I made it
I'm straight faded, got your main girl naked, can't take it
She thought I was you and tried to trick me
Lumped the bitch up, she came home with some niggas
Better miss me with your crooked aim, trying to solve my name
But you hooked up my game, you might have a lot of heart
But you might not push me
Showed up at the fight, I came tight like pussy
Threw my hands in the air, guess what you found it
Nationwide niggas got your ass surrounded
Steady shaking like your bank head bouncing
Trying to buy your way out, but the shit cost thousand
You always standing in a circle spitting rap flows
You need to start pimping, get some fat hoes
Break them bitches for every last dime
And buy your ass some studio time
I ain't playing, nigga, you gotta pimp a
Big fat hoe in the Nissan Sentra
I ain't giving no bitches, no kind of slack
'Cause I'm a Mac since 1980
Been doing it like that when I was halfway through it
I knew it, I could do it
I flow this pimp game like fluid, true to it, I am bitch
They can't stand it, get to hold your money
Watch the bitch hand it to me
The P-I-M-P, shorty, fuck champagne, bitch, I'm still drinking
Forys, gin and juice, Hennessy straight
I wanted to be a pimp ever since I was eight
They called me Baby Capone, I wanted to fleet wood prone
Wouldn't leave them hoes alone, Frank War clone
I went to high school with niggas like Frank the Bank
I can't think straight unless the dank stay
Bitch, you thought I couldn't float on a day like this
Now you wanna be pimps, wanna take my bitch
But I came equipped with a backup hoe
You ain't know, I might be dope
Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening
Spit that game up in the air, hope you never quit rapping
Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening
Rolling 20's on your Benz, do you ever quit stacking
Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening
Spit that game up in the air, hope you never quit rapping
Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening
Everything he touch goes platinum
It's hard to believe some of y'all still can't understand it
Made a hundred songs just like I planned it
Damn, it feels good to make it dance tonight
From a nigga who barely had a chance in life
On the mic you say, no more freaky tales, fuck that
Bitch-ass nigga, get off my nut sack
My only concern is that you learn the history of rap
Is something you can't turn into a East Coast, West Coast, ancient myth
You can't be with this funky stanky shit
We put down the different readers of the country
Go on tour, your girl sees me, she wants me
Know I'ma doer, 'cause she's acting like a punk
She heard you at the door, but the bitch got comfy
I know you hate this shit, and I'm loving it
Pulled out my dick and she was rubbing it
Next thing I know, baby started sucking it
Got real freaky, so I fucked the bitch
Don't trip, you might've slipped, but you can have her back
It's like that, and as a matter of fact
I never would start no shit behind a bitch with you
But if you wanna, my niggas gon' get with you
I get more pussy than Ron Hightower
Won't take long to bring it on, 'cause I'm high-powered
Spit that game up in the air, hope you never quit rapping
Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening
Rolling 20's on your Benz, do you ever quit stacking
Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening
Spit that game up in the air, hope you never quit rapping
Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening
Everything he touch goes platinum
When it comes to me, MC stands for making cash
Come see me after midnight, I'm taking that ass, bitch
Short Dog will be breaking your ass
And if I don't, I bet I have you shaking your ass to the beat
Nationwide, putting it down, we selling tapes
In every bullshit town, from here to New York
Back to California, niggas eating chicken, standing on the corner
Ain't doing nothing out here but fussing
Trying to live good, but a player still struggling
Don't let the clean Benz fool ya
Just buy the tape and let Short Dogs fool ya
Educated, you know I made it
I'm straight faded, got your main girl naked, can't take it
She thought I was you and tried to trick me
Lumped the bitch up, she came home with some niggas
Better miss me with your crooked aim, trying to solve my name
But you hooked up my game, you might have a lot of heart
But you might not push me
Showed up at the fight, I came tight like pussy
Threw my hands in the air, guess what you found it
Nationwide niggas got your ass surrounded
Steady shaking like your bank head bouncing
Trying to buy your way out, but the shit cost thousand
You always standing in a circle spitting rap flows
You need to start pimping, get some fat hoes
Break them bitches for every last dime
And buy your ass some studio time
I ain't playing, nigga, you gotta pimp a
Big fat hoe in the Nissan Sentra
I ain't giving no bitches, no kind of slack
'Cause I'm a Mac since 1980
Been doing it like that when I was halfway through it
I knew it, I could do it
I flow this pimp game like fluid, true to it, I am bitch
They can't stand it, get to hold your money
Watch the bitch hand it to me
The P-I-M-P, shorty, fuck champagne, bitch, I'm still drinking
Forys, gin and juice, Hennessy straight
I wanted to be a pimp ever since I was eight
They called me Baby Capone, I wanted to fleet wood prone
Wouldn't leave them hoes alone, Frank War clone
I went to high school with niggas like Frank the Bank
I can't think straight unless the dank stay
Bitch, you thought I couldn't float on a day like this
Now you wanna be pimps, wanna take my bitch
But I came equipped with a backup hoe
You ain't know, I might be dope
Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening
Spit that game up in the air, hope you never quit rapping
Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening
Rolling 20's on your Benz, do you ever quit stacking
Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening
Spit that game up in the air, hope you never quit rapping
Short Dog, hit 'em up, let 'em know what's happening
Everything he touch goes platinum
It's hard to believe some of y'all still can't understand it
Made a hundred songs just like I planned it
Damn, it feels good to make it dance tonight
From a nigga who barely had a chance in life
On the mic you say, no more freaky tales, fuck that
Bitch-ass nigga, get off my nut sack
My only concern is that you learn the history of rap
Is something you can't turn into a East Coast, West Coast, ancient myth
You can't be with this funky stanky shit
We put down the different readers of the country
Go on tour, your girl sees me, she wants me
Know I'ma doer, 'cause she's acting like a punk
She heard you at the door, but the bitch got comfy
I know you hate this shit, and I'm loving it
Pulled out my dick and she was rubbing it
Next thing I know, baby started sucking it
Got real freaky, so I fucked the bitch
Don't trip, you might've slipped, but you can have her back
It's like that, and as a matter of fact
I never would start no shit behind a bitch with you
But if you wanna, my niggas gon' get with you
I get more pussy than Ron Hightower
Won't take long to bring it on, 'cause I'm high-powered
Writer(s): Todd Anthony Shaw, Quinton Banks
