Call It What You Want - W.C.

(Talking) 
Here's a story 
About a bitch 
About a bitch I once fucked wit 
Now I want ya'll to listen real close 
Shit's a trip 
Peep game 

Used to have a bitch that was true to life to me 
Damn near a wife to me 
The bitch was just right for me 
Stood by my side 
Used to help me wit my hustle 
Down to pack straps and a cap if we had a tustle 
I used to trust her wit my riches 
I be in the kitchen cookin chickens 
While she be washin dishes 
150,000 in the attic 
Pager blowin up all night, my bitch never gave a nigga static 
I used to make her mad enough to kill 
Lipstick on the front of my draws, man my bitch was real 
Cuz she never stole nothin 
Gaffled by the FED's 3 4 times and never told nothin 
But wait 
My bitch is gettin distant on me 
No more back rubs and kisses 
What's happenin wit my little misses 
Too sleepy for the sex play 
Now what's really going on the same shit the next day 
Damn I know she wouldn't fuck around 
Still I taps all my phones and records every fuckin sound 
Conversations wit her homegirl but nothin major 
I duplicates the cap code to her pager 
Now i recieves every beat 
Cuz I'll be damned if my bitch goin be playin me cheap 

(Chorus) 
Call it what you want but I gotta know 
If my bitch fucks around then my bitch gots to go (Repeat 2x) 

Week and a half flies by and now I 
Can't trust my bitch doin shit 
Track her through the mall, the cleaners, and the nail shop 
The grocery store, and the health food spot 
Dub you trippin I say to myself 
'Is she all that? 
I'm on my bitch ass like I'm lo jack' 
Just hold