N.H.B. (Nigga, Hoe, Bitch)

[DJ Premier] This is a public service announcement Yeah, to ban the word, nigga, ho, bitch, uh huh So, let's have a discussion, let's talk about it See what the hip-hop community, the streets, the hood, feel about this shit right here [Intro] DJ Premier: Yo Poet, how do you feel about that shit, man? Blaq Poet: Mind your motherfucking business. This is hood shit, hip-hop shit [Verse 1: Blaq Poet] Now how the fuck you gon' tell us what to say? We live with niggas and bitches and hoes everyday Now if I call my nigga my nigga, that's how we talk If I call some ho a bitch, that's how she walks Now if I say it on records, than that's how it go Would you let your kids sit back and watch porno? No So don't blame it on me cause little Susie Want to shake what her momma gave her, sell crack to the neighbors Jesse, you're a player, and Oprah, you're a fucking hater And here's a middle finger for New York's finest Click, clack, blaow, hold that Don Imus They try to say what we say is negative But there's a war going on in Iraq that's killing kids I say what I say, I spit how I spit it Hip-hop brought more races together than the Olympics We got white boys with braids, Chinese with waves That ain't the fucking Jim Crow days So shut the fuck up and get off our dick And don't worry if I say you's a nigga, ho, bitch [Sample] "Come here" [DJ Premier] Psst, what up [Verse 2: Panchi] There's a war going on outside, it's like a virus We're getting attacked by Sharpton and Imus And Harpo acting like she numb Ho get a couple dollars, bitch forget where she from I scream nappy headed ho with immunity, you crazy A strong black woman raised me Whipped my ass, in the shape to drop jewels on a baby And that's why the God ain't lazy You mad at us now? Come on, my nigga Jesse Jackson even said it for show, my nigga At the Source Awards to a round of applause And I know he rehearsed before he said that curse And so did I, suck a dick and die Got a political angle cause your career's in a tangle Try to fuck with my label, take food off my table That's brother against brother, like Cain and Abel [Sample] "Good god, a whole lot of niggas here today" "Look at here, you motherfuckers came in a bunch, did you" [Verse 3: Shabeeno] They say hip-hop is dying, don't believe that, pa Long as Preem making beats, I know CPR R.A.W., no other way to give it to you Looked up to you, but now I got to shit on you Russ, it was good when you was eating off of shit like "Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right" Explicit lyrics, Im'ma say what I wanna Al and Russell wants to bump their heads in a sauna Trying to control what I write, censor my mic Want to stereotyped if you live my life If you came where I come from, then y'all already know A lady from a bitch probably know a couple hoes So you ain't gonna Imus me, Bill O'Reilly me Can't send cop to us to 2 Live Crew us Al, you're bugging, concentrate on the trial Make sure they rot in the cell for what they did to Sean Bell Motherfuckers [Sample] "Why you want to fuck with me, nigga?" "Bitch this, bitch that, nigga this, nigga that In the mean while my pockets are gettin fat" "Shit, somebody get this nigga off of me"