The Luniz are a rap duo out of Oakland consisting of Yukmouth and Numskull,… Read Full Bio ↴The Luniz are a rap duo out of Oakland consisting of Yukmouth and Numskull, two friends who have known each other since junior high. Originally calling themselves The Lunitunz, the two gained fame after six years together when they appeared on Dru Down's Explicit Game album. Their debut album, Operation Stackola, was released in 1995 and knocked Michael Jackson's HIStory off the top of the R&B charts on the strength of the hit single "I Got 5 on It," which featured guest vocals by Michael Marshall of the Timex Social Club. Luniz lyrics take novel, comic approaches to sex, drugs, and everyday occurrences.They have released 3 albums "Operation Stackola","Lunitik Muzik" and "Silver & Black". Currently the group is signed up to Yukmouth smoke-a-lot records.

Broke Hos
Luniz Lyrics

Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴

(You gotta have a J-O-B
If you wanna be with me)
'Cause broke ho's is a no-no
Broke ho's is a N-O, N-O, fa sho

I'm tired of these motherfuckers
Talkin' 'bout broke ass ho's
You motherfuckin' right I'm a broke ass ho

Breakin' your motherfuckin' ass off every time I see you
I needs my cash, mayne
I gotta have it, gon' have it, gon' get it

Who's the mack? I'm the mack, you's the mack
Kickin' a gangsta limp and pimp like Pretty Tone
Now it's your herringbone I'm wearin' home

Dearly beloved, I'm so low-budget, no gold nuggets
Chillin', we're in the two door Cutlass, same ol' bucket

I love it when them bitches call me J.J
'Cause I'm the bay-bay, them bitches come visit on pay day

To get checks to buy leather coats, that's why I'm solo
'Cause broke bitches is a no no

(You gotta have a J-O-B
If you wanna be with me)
'Cause broke ho's is a no-no
Broke ho's is a N-O, N-O, fa sho

Bitch, that's just like when that nigga took me to Vegas
His fat ass fell asleep
I got him for his Rolex, and his car keys (What!)
Mobbed his shit back to the town
Sold his triple gold ones for a playa's price (Haha!)

My balls been off the wall like Michael, psycho
Therapy to carry me, and felt me
A bitch can't help me less that bitch wealthy
'Cause they ain't shit but hoes and tricks
So I goes and get a bitch that's foldin' grip
That love to buy niggas clothes and shit
Vogues and shit, for my hooptie, Gucci link
Me don't want a broke ass hoochie 'cause they coochie stink
Think, while your fa sho sho bitch is a no no
Niggas kick down you do' with fo'-fo'
She got your ass licked at the mo'-mo'
Don't know why ya go trustin' the bitch
'Cause she suckin ya dick but he fuckin ya bitch in the mix
But don't get it twisted, these bitches be broke as fuck
Knowin' on the under they be posted up
Sellin' butt on O'Farrell, make dinero, cash
Or get a eight-and-a-half up yo' narrow ass
I lay my pimpin' down like Ron O'Neal, chill in the village
Deal wit' more clean dope fiends than Willis
Broke bitches feel this

(You gotta have a J-O-B
If you wanna be with me)
'Cause broke ho's is a no-no
Broke ho's is a N-O, N-O, fa sho

(You gotta have a J-O-B
If you wanna be with me)
'Cause broke ho's is a no-no
Broke ho's is a N-O, N-O, fa sho

Ooh, bitch, ain't that Num from the Luniz?
(Yeah, I heard that motherfucker got hella scrilla)
Huh, you ain't knowin'? I'mma set the motherfucker up
Get him high, give him some sunshine pussy
And the money all mine (Ooh, yeah)

I wanna fuck and that's it, after that, split
I didn't kiss ya 'cause ya breath smelled like shit
I only stayed 'cause you was lickin' me
But then I got fed up because ya dookie braids was stickin' me
Ya lookin' like ya from the blue lagoon
But I ain't trippin' 'cause I know that you'll be leavin' soon
Bitch, you only with me cause you think dat I'm rich
You fucked twenty mo' niggas and come to me sayin' you got the itch
But I ain't got it, punk, I used a jimmy
(Uh uh, 'member that day we was fuckin' to Humpty Hump?)
Yep, the rubber broke, and I jumped, hit my head on the lamp
'Cause I was amped, off the drank and the hamps

(You gotta have a J-O-B
If you wanna be with me)
'Cause broke ho's is a no-no
Broke ho's is a N-O, N-O, fa sho
(You gotta have a J-O-B
If you wanna be with me)
'Cause broke ho's is a no-no
Broke ho's is a N-O, N-O, fa sho
(You gotta have a J-O-B
If you wanna be with me)

'Cause broke ho's is a no-no
Broke ho's is a N-O, N-O, fa sho

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Luniz's "Broke Hoes" reflects the rappers' rejection of women who are not financially independent. The song is basically a warning to women who rely on men for money, as the rappers clearly state that they won't tolerate broke women. According to them, their independence hinges on their ability to make money, and they want their women to match that level of independence.

The lyrics are particularly interesting because they are a reflection of the societal changes that occurred in the 90s. At the time, the rise of hip-hop culture and the increasing popularity of gangsta rap brought a lot of attention to the issue of money and independence. The ’90s were a time when people were striving for financial independence, and many rappers used their music to promote this cause.

In "Broke Hoes," the rappers are communicating that they want their women to be their equal. They don't want to feel like their women are "gold diggers," only interested in them because of their wealth. The chorus line, "you gotta have a J-O-B if you wanna be with me," is a clear message to women that they must be financially independent if they want to be in a relationship with these men.

Overall, the song's lyrics communicate a message of self-sufficiency, while also encouraging women to take control of their own lives. It's an empowering message that may seem harsh, but it highlights the importance of financial independence.

Line by Line Meaning

(You gotta have a J-O-B If you wanna be with me)
To be with me, one must have a job.

'Cause broke ho's is a no-no
I don't want broke ho's.

Broke ho's is a N-O, N-O, fa sho
I am absolutely not interested in broke ho's.

I'm tired of these motherfuckers Talkin' 'bout broke ass ho's
I'm sick of people talking about broke ho's.

You motherfuckin' right I'm a broke ass ho Breakin' your motherfuckin' ass off every time I see you I needs my cash, mayne I gotta have it, gon' have it, gon' get it
Yes, I'm broke but I still need my money, and I'm going to get it from you whenever I see you.

Who's the mack? I'm the mack, you's the mack Kickin' a gangsta limp and pimp like Pretty Tone Now it's your herringbone I'm wearin' home
I'm the mack, I'm pimping like Pretty Tone, and now I'm taking your herringbone home with me.

Dearly beloved, I'm so low-budget, no gold nuggets Chillin', we're in the two door Cutlass, same ol' bucket
I'm poor, driving a cheap car, and I don't have any jewelry.

I love it when them bitches call me J.J 'Cause I'm the bay-bay, them bitches come visit on pay day To get checks to buy leather coats, that's why I'm solo 'Cause broke bitches is a no no
Bitches like to call me J.J and visit me on pay day to get money for leather coats, but I don't want broke bitches around me.

Bitch, that's just like when that nigga took me to Vegas His fat ass fell asleep I got him for his Rolex, and his car keys (What!) Mobbed his shit back to the town Sold his triple gold ones for a playa's price (Haha!)
I went to Vegas with a guy, stole his Rolex and car keys while he was asleep, and sold them for money.

My balls been off the wall like Michael, psycho Therapy to carry me, and felt me A bitch can't help me less that bitch wealthy 'Cause they ain't shit but hoes and tricks So I goes and get a bitch that's foldin' grip That love to buy niggas clothes and shit Vogues and shit, for my hooptie, Gucci link Me don't want a broke ass hoochie 'cause they coochie stink Think, while your fa sho sho bitch is a no no
I'm crazy like Michael Jackson, seeking therapy and only trusting wealthy bitches who like to buy expensive things like clothes and shoes for me. I don't want broke hoochies because they stink and aren't worth my time.

Niggas kick down you do' with fo'-fo' She got your ass licked at the mo'-mo' Don't know why ya go trustin' the bitch 'Cause she suckin ya dick but he fuckin ya bitch in the mix
Guys will break down your door with guns and take all your stuff, while the girl you trust and are having sex with is also sleeping with someone else.

But don't get it twisted, these bitches be broke as fuck Knowin' on the under they be posted up Sellin' butt on O'Farrell, make dinero, cash Or get a eight-and-a-half up yo' narrow ass
These women are actually really poor, even though they act like they have money and sell themselves on the street.

I lay my pimpin' down like Ron O'Neal, chill in the village Deal wit' more clean dope fiends than Willis Broke bitches feel this
I'm a true pimp like Ron O'Neal, and I deal with more drug addicts than Bruce Willis. Broke hoes need to recognize who I am.

Ooh, bitch, ain't that Num from the Luniz? (Yeah, I heard that motherfucker got hella scrilla) Huh, you ain't knowin'? I'mma set the motherfucker up Get him high, give him some sunshine pussy And the money all mine (Ooh, yeah)
Someone recognizes Num from the Luniz and is planning to set him up to take his money and use sex to do so.

I wanna fuck and that's it, after that, split I didn't kiss ya 'cause ya breath smelled like shit I only stayed 'cause you was lickin' me But then I got fed up because ya dookie braids was stickin' me Ya lookin' like ya from the blue lagoon But I ain't trippin' 'cause I know that you'll be leavin' soon
I only want to have sex and I didn't even enjoy it because the girl's breath smelled bad and her hair was dirty. I know she'll be leaving soon so I'm not worried.

Bitch, you only with me cause you think dat I'm rich You fucked twenty mo' niggas and come to me sayin' you got the itch But I ain't got it, punk, I used a jimmy (Uh uh, 'member that day we was fuckin' to Humpty Hump?) Yep, the rubber broke, and I jumped, hit my head on the lamp 'Cause I was amped, off the drank and the hamps
The girl is only with me because she thinks I have money, but I'm not giving her anything. We've had sex before but I used protection, although one time the condom broke and I hit my head on a lamp because I was drunk and high.

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Missing Link Music
Written by: Jerold D Jr. Ellis, Garrick Husband, Garrick Husbands, Gregory Jacobs

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

TRACKS

Genre not found

Artist not found

Album not found

Search results not found

Song not found

Comments from YouTube:

Alex Mack

4y↑20

Pitiful shame these dudes wasn't waaaaay bigger than they were. 2tight lyricist with authentic oaktown pedigrees.

Ronald Hawkins

5y↑9

This shit gives me chills, my HS days Bk NY still bumping this classic in summer '95😭😭 wish I can go back.

Eric Johnson

4y↑1

Graduated in '94 bought a Chevy Beretta a year later and had this on bump everyday in the summer of '95 along with that Warren G, and E-40 in a major way!