Lirik dan Chord Lagu P.I.M.P. dari 50 Cent

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - "P.I.M.P." merupakan salah satu lagu hip hop populer yang dibawakan oleh rapper 50 Cent.

Lagu ini adalah singel keempat dari album debutnya yang berjudul Get Rich or Die Tryin' pada 2003 lalu.

Versi remix dari lagu ini turut menampilkan sesama rapper Snoop Dogg, Lloyd Banks dan Young Buck dengan sebuah video musik yang sudah tayang sebanyak 503 juta kali hingga artikel ini ditulis.

Baca juga: Lirik dan Chord Lagu My Life dari 50 Cent feat. Adam Levine dan Eminem

Simak lirik dan chord lagu "P.I.M.P." oleh 50 Cent.

[Chorus]
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
                                                      A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
A
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
                                              Dm
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
                                                     A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
A
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
                                           Dm
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P (Now, Shorty)

[Verse 1]
Dm
Now, Shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
                                                                            A
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
                                                A 
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
                                                                                         Dm
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her, 'cause they want her
Dm
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
                                                           A
A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada
                                                              A
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
                                                                            Dm
I got the bitch by the bar tryin' to get a drink up out her
Dm
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
                                                                                       A
She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York
                                                                           A
I ain't that nigga tryna holla 'cause I want some head
                                                                    Dm
I'm that nigga tryna holla 'cause I want some bread
                                                                          Dm
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
                                                                                  A
Bitch, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
                                                        A
Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see
                                                                  Dm
You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P (P!)

[Chorus]
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me (Woo!)
                                                         A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (Me)
A
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
                                            Dm
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
                                                         A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
A
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
                                        Dm
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P (Now, Shorty)

[Bridge]
Dm
I'm 'bout my money, you see, girl, you can holla at me
                                                 A
If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
                                                               A
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
                                             Dm
Head full of hair, bitch, I'm a P-I-M-P
                                                             Dm
Come get money with me if you curious to see
                                          A
How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
                                                                           A
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some TV
                                                   Dm
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P

[Verse 2]
Dm
Girl, we could pop some Champagne and we could have a ball
                                                                A
We could toast to the good life, girl, we could have it all
                                                              A
We could really splurge, girl, and tear up the mall
                                                                      Dm
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
Dm
I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should fall
                                                              A
If you got problems, I can solve 'em, they big or they small
                                                             A
That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit
                                                         Dm
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch

[Chorus]
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
                                                   A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
A
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
                                                 Dm
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me
                                                  A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
A
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
                                       Dm
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P (Now, Shorty)

[Verse 3]
Dm
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
                                                    A
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
                                              A
I holla at a ho 'til I got a bitch confused
                                                        Dm
She got on Payless; me? I got on gator shoes
Dm
I'm shoppin' for chinchillas in the summer, they cheaper
                                                                  A
Man, this ho, you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon' keep her
                                                                  A
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin' know
                                                                        Dm
This ain't no secret, you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Dm
Bitch, choose on me, I'll have you strippin' in the street
                                                              A
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
                                                                        A
Now Niki my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
                                                        Dm
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Dm
Get your ho out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
                                                  A
'Cause I need four TVs and AMGs for the six
                                                    A
Ho, make a pimp rich, I ain't payin', bitch
                                           Dm
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick

[Chorus]
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me (Yeah)
                                                     A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (Woo!)
                                                A
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see (Huh-uh)
                                         Dm
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
Dm
I don't know what you heard about me (Huh-uh)
                                                A
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (Yeah)
                                              A
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
                                              Dm
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P

[Outro]
Dm
Yeah, in Hollywood they say, "There's no b'ness like show b'ness"
                            A
In the hood they say, "There's no b'ness like ho b'ness", you know?
                                         A
They say I talk a little fast, but if you listen a little faster
Dm
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch