Lyrics P.I.M.P. The S.I.M.P. - Rick James, Grandmaster Flash

P.I.M.P. The S.I.M.P.

Say, girl, what’s happening, baby?
You know you’re sitting on a goldmine
You need to follow me
Uh, you could make lots of money
And of course I could rest and dress
And read the funnies
Mary chose a pimp, he put her on the street
It was no accident, she was found in a hotel suite
Face down in the floor, lying in her underwear
No one even cried and no one even seemed to care
That Mary had a pimp, ooh, yeah
Mary had a P.I.M.P., I, I, I wanna tell you
Mary had a pimp, hey, he was a real pimp
Mary had a P.I.M.P
And her mama said, Mary’s going crazy
Mary’s gone out of her mind
Didn’t she know the price she had to pay
Was high to be a hoe
And didn’t she know, she is a pimper’s party
She is a pimp’s delight
Now she’s gone and he’s still left to carry on
It’s so wrong, so wrong