R: You ain't nothing but a hooker
   Selling your fucking soul, yeah
   You ain't nothing but a hooker
   Selling your fucking soul
   
1. Back up they want you I swear
   You got no worries, you got no cares
   All you got is motherfuckers who will drop you
   Yeah you got money in your pocket and
   You shoot off the ground like a rocket
   You move so fast
   Lord you can't stop it
   There you are in the club swinging
   And I'm just standing there
   Standing there laughing
   All the things people have you believing
   I feel sorry for you
   Ass is out of season
   Maybe you should think 
   About cutting down drinking
   'Cos you look like a fat brat sinkin'
   I coulda helped you but you had to act out
   You ain't got a fucking clue what I'm about, yeah
   
R: You ain't nothing but a hooker...
   
2. I saw it coming through the line like a fullback
   You're a crack slag
   I'll fucking rat pack you
   Don't react
   Don't give a fuck
   Yeah it's like that
   What you gonna do now you ain't got nothing
   Look around honey you've been fronting
   Everybody knows that you're a fraud
   And I'm making records
   A salutation, no hesistation
   No reservation, just cancellation
   And if I flow it then I blow it
   'Cos I'm a poet and I know it
   
R: You ain't nothing but a hooker...
   
   You wanna try me
   Girl you know
   If you wanna try me
   Girl you know
   If you wanna try me
   Girl you know
   If you wanna try me