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«Yo, I’m tired of everybody telling me

What I can and can not do

So I’m not doing a grand finale

And there’ll be no special thanks on this track

Cause this is my trademark

So if you can’t take what you’re about to hear

Then cover your ear and gimme some guitar

Nah, it’s gotta be harder

Gimme me drums

Yeah! Cause there’s a time to be nice

But right now, it’s time to be Ruthless!»

Yo', girls, I can handle a mic, right? (Right!)

So why they all playing me like

I can’t hang when the name of game is retail

That’s right, I’m a female

Punk motherfuckers and I’m too strong

To let you stop me, I’ll prove you wrong

Male chauvinists who refuse to believe

That a girl like me can achieve

Status, the same as a man

I’ll be damned, let’s make a Ruthless Jam

Gimme a coat so I can clear my throat

Call this a sequel to 'Murder She Wrote'

More trouble for a devil on a level of a gangstress

To the boys in my band, I give thanks, this

Beat is just what I need to get my point across

I’m the female mob boss

You know my rep and I ain’t half-stepping

Kick the rhythm as I stash my weapon

Cops are left and right

The label’s under question cause we’re too damn hype

And outspoken so remaining anonymous

It is impossible the name it is synonymous

With Ruthless, who will you pick

My name is Tairrie, and the B is for bitch

«Black murderous, the bitch is Ruthless»

«What the fuck is you doing now?»

I’m gonna tell you about a ho' I know name Linda

Never with a groupie, get over so I’m fi’n ta

Diss the hooker, you’re just jealous

'Cause I pimped all your so-called fellas

I say to myself, it’s time you get caught

Linda can’t pretend to be something she’s not

I operate with sex appeal

You’re on the doctor’s dick for a deal

When it comes down to it

You’re nothing but a prostitute

Knocking boot

And now you wanna come to my town

There’s only one female on Comptown, tramp

Don’t think you stand a chance

I’m fed up, so let’s go head up

I’ll kick your ass and if that don’t stop you

(The Comptown crew will drop you)

'Cause you ain’t no rapper, and what do you look like

Rumor has it, you’re a dyke

By now you must be 43

Tell me how you gonna get with me

I’m young and beautiful, playing with the full deck

In full effect

You got no respect and your lyrics are corny

Whoever told you that you could rap, they were horny

And you were nothing more than a skeez

Please, get real, you’ll never get record deal

You’re Fatal Attraction, that shit is scary

Who’s gonna sign an ugly wannabe Tairrie? No one

You should have known better

(If she steps to you?) Yeah, let her

Then well see what the B is for

I’ll autograph the fan and pimp slap the whore

She ain’t down, she looks like a clown

And she’s jocking every rapper and producer in town

So why, you ask, would I bother to do this?

Tell her girls… (The bitch is Ruthless!)

«There's plenty of that and much more»

«It's about time one of you hear it»

«Remember the old days when you could beat up a woman?»

Now when it comes to men, I got a one track mind

Step to me and you just might find

A female who stands her ground

So when provoked, I won’t back down

All you had to do was love me

But instead you chose to shove me

'Till death to us part for the rest of my life?

No, I won’t be no battered wife

Taken for granted 'cause you rock my world

Take advantage, you’re fucking with wrong girl, punk

I don’t care if you’re drunk or sober

Put your hands on me, it’s over

'Cause I don’t play coy, not with a boyfriend

But I’ll play you, just like a toy, friend

Throw you away when I’m done

'Cause a bitch is a bitch but I ain’t the one

To be cheated on or beaten on

I’m talking Burning Bed, enough said

The fire is dead, so there ain’t no use

Don’t try to come back, you got no juice

I want a real man to respect and love me

Not a punk little sucker to push and shove me

Play it again, lemme say it again

I’m well prepared when it comes to men

You see, nowadays, I rap with a vengeance

I’m a new woman but this ain’t revenge

It’s putting the past on the shelf

'Cause 'bitch' means 'being in total control of herself'

I’m not your baby doll, you juiceless

The bitch is back and this bitch is Ruthless

«A crazed bitch with a gangster profanity pitch»

«Take me to the next plateau»

Verse four, I got a score to settle

This ain’t high energy or heavy metal

It’s rap, so when it comes to punk motherfuckers

Lemme tell you about a man and his band of suckers

Two tramps who think they can sing

Tried to rap when they thought it was a in thing

Couldn’t even write a good rhyme

'Cause you ain’t legit, you don’t know the time

To answer to LL? Gimme a break

No heart from the start, which proves you’re fake

And nowadays, you 'Love to Bass'

'Cause house is the latest craze

So you jump on the bandwagon, sell your soul

What’s next, rock-n-roll?

You got sexed

So how does it feel to slut your way to a deal

I don’t sell my body for money or a meal

And the name I use is real

What the fuck is Acacia?

It’s a name of a tree

Look up Tairrie B

You’ll see the definition is Ruthless, rival, your enemy

Get off my tip, you ain’t no friend to me

How you feel, you look real sick, not sexy

More like anorexic (You on that diet called crack?)

It’s either that or smack 'cause your body is wack

Put a little meat on your bone

Pick up a fork and drop the microphone

You going down while I’m coming on Comptown

We sell sold gold, platinum bound

An underground sound guaranteed to succeed

'Cause looks ain’t all you need

You gotta have talent, you know, skill?

You can’t reply on the birth control pill

So if you wanna get ill, I suggest you chill

Don’t attempt to diss, you know I will

Step to ya' face to face

It doesn’t matter the time and you can name the place

(Word to the mother)

Take a look at my cover

I’m a Ruthless bitch, far from a lover

«Something far from a lover»

«What you want me to?»

I’m the artist, the hardest

Executive producer, writer, arranger

So don’t be too sure

That I’ll be played and give the credit away

And let them call me a protégé

I didn’t come in like a sucker

And I’m not going out like one motherfucker

Yeah, I speak my mind, don’t tell me to shut up

Play me close homeboy (What up)

If your name ain’t on it

Then my record won’t hit?

If you don’t produce it, it ain’t legit?

That’s bullshit, you living like a sucker

You stuck up, suped up, sorry motherfucker

A Ruthless attack is what’s going down

But you ain’t got nothing to do with Comptown

I produce myself so I brag it

Go back to wearing sequins, 'cause you look like a faggot

World Class? You got no class

So when they said that you’d produce me, I said I’ll pass

As for the Grammys, I’ll put that on the shelf

It takes a punk motherfucker to play himself

Your best shot was weak, I didn’t need no stiches

Get this straight, I ain’t one of your bitches

You cartoon gangsta, I’m calling your bluff

Hitting a woman that makes you real tough

I had enough of you flaunting your grip

I’m no fan so get off of your own tip

'Cause the music you make may come from the streets

But it sounds like Ultimate Breaks & Beats

My opinion is you ain’t all that

You’re a pussy, the definition: cat

And that ain’t no joke you think that it’s funny?

Integrity is more important than money

And either you got it or you don’t, but I won’t front

I’m just here to stunt

One producer who said he’d produce this

With or without you, I’m Ruthless

«And there you have it, a Ruthless bitch

Now ask yourself, are you that ignorant punk-ass fucked up overweight wannabe

gangster?

Or maybe you’re that psycho, civil jocking Jerry Heller, washed-up over the

hill, pushing 50 rap star tipping, ugly wack demo never gonna be nothing,

hooker?

Yeah, you probably are

I told you not to fuck with me.»