Bitch Bad - Lupe Fiasco

Yeah, I say

B*tch bad, woman good, lady better

Hey, hey

Hey, hey

Now imagine there’s a shorty, maybe five maybe four

Ridin' 'round with his mama listening to the radio

And a song comes on and a nut far off from being born

Doesn’t know the difference between right and wrong

Now I ain’t trying to make it too complex

But let’s just say shorty has an undeveloped context

About the perception of women these days

His mama sings along and this what she says

«N*ggas I’m a bad b*tch, and I’m that b*tch

Something that’s far above average»

And maybe other rhyming words like cabbage and savage

And baby carriage and other things that match it Couple of things are happenin' here

First he’s relatin' the word «b*tch"with his mama — comma

And because she’s relatin' to herself, his most important source of help

And mental health, he may skew respect for dishonor

B*tch bad, woman good

Lady better, they misunderstood

(I'm killin' these b*tches)

Uh, tell 'em

B*tch bad, woman good

Lady better, they misunderstood

They misunderstood

Yeah, now imagine a group of little girls nine through twelve

On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves

It doesn’t really matter if they have parental clearance

They understand the internet better than their parents

Now being the internet, the content’s probably uncensored

They’re young, so they’re malleable and probably unmentored

A complicated combination, maybe with no relevance

Until that intelligence meets their favorite singer’s preference

«Bad b*tches, bad b*tches, bad b*tches

That’s all I want and all I like in life is bad b*tches, bad b*tches»

Now let’s say that they less concerned with him

And more with the video girl acquiescent to his whims

Ah, the plot thickens

High heels, long hair, fat booty, slim

Reality check, I’m not trippin'

They don’t see a paid actress, just what makes a bad b*tch

Disclaimer: this rhymer, Lupe, is not usin' «b*tch"as a lesson

But as a psychological weapon

To set in your mind and really mess with your conceptions

Discretions, reflections, it’s clever misdirection

Cause, while I was rappin' they was growin' up fast

Nobody stepped in to ever slow 'em up, gasp

Sure enough, in this little world

The little boy meets one of those little girls

And he thinks she a bad b*tch and she thinks she a bad b*tch

He thinks this respectfully, she thinks of that sexually

She got the wrong idea, he don’t wanna f*ck her

He think she’s bad at bein' a b*tch, like his mother

Momma never dressed like that, come out the house hot mess like that

Ass, titties, breasts like that, all out to impress like that

Just like that, you see the fruit of the confusion

He caught in a reality, she caught in an illusion

Bad mean good to her, she really nice and smart

But bad mean bad to him, b*tch don’t play your part

But b*tch still bad to her if you say it the wrong way

But she think she a b*tch, what a double entendre

B*tch bad, woman good, lady better

They misunderstood

You’re misunderstood (I'm killin' these b*tches)

B*tch bad, woman good, lady better

Greatest mother hoood (I'm killin' these b*tches)