[Verse One: 2Pac, Richie Rich] You fucking wit niggas that's insecure, watered down, my shit is pure Write down my number but don't call me til you sure I ain't beggin just trying to relocate between ya legs Drippin wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex When you met me you wouldn't let me, and now you straight beggin to sex me got you undressing to test me and uhh.. Shut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye You want a nigga, but think that you can't have a nigga Don't cheat yourself, instead treat yourself If you scared go to church, I know it hurts To find out me and your man be sharing skirts I hoping you don't take this the wrong way But your body is bangin got me attracted in a strong way After a long day of trying to make my songs pay Making love all day against the wall in the hallway Ya fantasies come alive, ya heart rate shall increase when we meet up in this dark place You might think you're happy with him but that's a lie, so give this Thug a try I'd rather be ya nigga [Chorus: 2Pac] I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a Thug in your life Cause busters ain't loving you right [repeat 2X] [Verse Two: 2Pac, Richie Rich] Look, now you was sprung from the introduction My conversation's full of game yet laced with seductions I see ya blushing like ya want somethin, come get a taste of America's Most Wanted and let's get into some touching, erotic fucking My up and down with no interruptions have no intentions of bustin until you learn ya lesson Now many questions are often asked, a drop top, 500 Benz and plenty cash, to help a nigga get the ass You can ride out the spoke coke, to get your lobster and crab Cause all I got is conversation and a gang of stab and I'm gonna listen when it hurts, I'm gonna hang out but never stay Smoke blunts but leave them stunts up to Super Dave I'll be your nigga, as long as we can understand that I's the nigga whose spoke coke can be the man He wine and dine, but me and you we whine and grind And when I'm on the field keep him on the sidelines [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2Pac, Richie Rich] Now it's time for the moment of truth, I got ya naked Totally sweating, let's see how hot I can make it Tongue kissing til yo' head swang, I'm so into you Witness a nigga make the bed bang If it's all mine, then let me know, now scream my name out Do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow? Not to mention, the multiple positions I inflict A boss player, freaky motherfucker, can addict Uhh, it's on and poppin, now you seed what I was seeing Why yo' eyes rolling, Luke seen ya girl I ain't going nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there While he's stressed out and knock I stretch out the cock Hold the boots, and let the nigga execute And though you got it right, I'm going home tonight You say you don't need a man, but I don't care You in the presence of a player, I'd rather be ya nigga