Baby Motha (Explicit)-DMX

[Reporter] Rapper and actor DMX along with wife pregnant wife Tashera Showed up at the federal court in Queens Wednesday To accept a plea agreement Inside the courthouse, DMX signed autographs with a sketch artist over the face As well as the fans caught off guard By this star's appearances [Chorus: DMX] My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door Got me like "I ain't f**kin with that b**ch no more" Don't even like so I can't f**k with her Thinkin cause we got a kid together, I'm stuck with her, nah (Repeat) [DMX] My baby's motha be buggin, she wanna blast stick b**ches One of them talk sh*t, and then get they a** kicked b**ches Once upon a story, yall niggas know the story And that everything is lovely when it's all about the glory But soon as sh*t hit the fan, honies be wanna take the kid and scram I'm having bad thoughts, don't like how dark it's getting man From the time I wake up and get dressed I get stressed, and hardly ever get rest It's oh-five, so I'm on some different sh*t cousin She ain't gon have me liftin through that riffin sh*t cousin I got moves to make and mad sh*t to do Her friends are looking good so I might hit the crew It's like one and two that might get a ni**a that big and happy And I know them b**ches will f**k me cause when I see 'em, they be winkin at me You listenin thinkin that's a crazy brother But I'm gon have to be a father who ain't f**kin with his baby motha [Chorus: 2X] B**ches be callin the cops, thinkin they callin the shots Takin the dude with the bag, baby it's all in the pops And do yo thing, cause I'm doin mine boo A ni**a just been chillin, I been just fine, and you? I kicked it with my honey and she put me on to something You gon think until you really see me gon, I'm frontin Maybe if you kept your friends of respectable distance Out of our business, I wouldn't have to come and visit I thought you knew, let the sh*t you like switchin clothes When them b**ches through, ain't to co sure when they home But that ain't never stopped yo a** from passin on the Guess Askin for that Cougie sweater, patten up the breast Patten up the butt, but you think niggas is stupid Last week yo sh*t was like the dog, look at it now, too big I ain't gon blow yo sh*t no more, I shouldn't be even did that Cause you my baby motha, and I'ma always hit that [Hook: Janyce] (DMX) Give a hell what you say (You don't) I ain't never gon go away (You won't) I'ma stalk you till I find you (Been there) Turn around and be right behind you (Still there) Be in the bushes outside yo house Just waitin for you to come out Cause I'm a stupid b**ch (I know) A real f**kin stupid b**ch (I know) Ain't nothing but a stupid b**ch [Chorus: 2X] [DMX] My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door Got me like "I ain't f**kin with this b**ch no more" Give me a Puerto Rican honey that cook rice and beans And hair down to her a**, who looks nice in them jeans So I can be like "Damn, you looking good and I wanna f**k" But you a chicken so when I'm finish, I got a duck Plus, you don't wanna be around and see what honey do And plenty comin through, she comin through with that twenty-two Trust me, you don't need that in your life Oh yall b**ches already know, I got a wife You'se a stupid b**ch, a real f**kin stupid b**ch You ain't nothing but a stupid b**ch. B**ch! [Bridge] [Chorus until fade]