Musically, the
song is based a highly steel-drum-prominent production from Porter, and
although it is predominantly a rap song, features elements of other genres,
especially reggae, or music similar to that of the Caribbeans, within the steel
drum-based production. Lyrically, the song describes how 50 Cent believes,
despite what people have heard about him, that his lifestyle does not indicate
great wealth and that he is, in fact, a "motherfucking P.I.M.P".
P.I.M.P. lyrics
I
don't know what you heard about me
But
a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No
Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That
I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
[Repeat]
Now
shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She
got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That
BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She
feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I
spit a little G man, and my game got her
A
hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them
trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I
got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She
like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She
from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I
ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm
that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I
could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come
and pay the kid
Look
baby this is simple, you can't see
You
fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
[Chorus]
I'm
bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If
you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not
what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head
full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
Come
get money with me, if you curious to see
how
it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll
in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From
the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl
we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We
could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We
could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If
ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll
be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If
you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
That
other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm
your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH
[Chorus]
I
told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I
keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I
holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She
got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I'm
shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man
this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
Man,
bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You
saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping
in the street
Put
my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now
Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The
last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get
your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe
make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK
[Chorus]
Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no
b'ness like show b'ness
In
the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
They
say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I
ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH
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