Ain't No Love
Pooh Man Lyrics

Now $hort! I know you didn't think that shit was over, you little ugly ass nigga!
Addressing Too $hort, Pooh Man lets him know that their beef isn't over yet and calls him out for his appearance.

Too $hort... Nothin' can save ya ain't no love, $hort (4x)
Repeatedly letting Too $hort know that there's no love for him and that nothing can save him.

Now mickity mic down Guns out, mothafuckas Lowin' the holes It's the kid from the gutter
Bringing the mic down and readying for battle, Pooh Man announces himself as the kid from the gutter.

Punks get on tapes And they sound so real But real niggas don't get in court and squeal
Calling out those who pretend to be tough on tapes but end up snitching in court when caught.

Yeah, regard all that punk ass Racia shit Got on the stand and ran your mouth Like a bitch, little snitch
Reminding Too Short of his previous snitching on Racia and calling him out for it.

Pooh-Man did it! Pooh-Man did it! He made me with it! Court is in session, $hort And you've been indicted
Proudly claiming responsibility for what he did, Pooh Man lets Too Short know that he's been indicted.

Hoe trusta Oakland busta And you gets no love from the gutter See we remember when you had to have A baserock cawy and a nice hot bath
Highlighting Too Short's roots in Oakland and letting him know that he doesn't get any love from there anymore. Also, mocking his previous living conditions.

Smokin' and chokin', Sir Too $hort Just thinkin' about the day before See you never shouldn't fuck With the real killa
Calling Too Short the fake one and that he shouldn't have messed with the real killer

I goes deep on you dopefiend nigga Got on the mic and called me a punk And funk is what you want So there it is, junk
Threatening Too Short that he'll go deep on him and calling him out for calling him a punk. Empathizing that Too $hort is weak and that he wants to have a 'funky' battle.

Dirty, tired, fucked around And get my foot off in his ass Let's hood ride, mob, fuck talkin' bad No punk let?s me check myself, partner
Maintaining his toughness, Pooh Man asserts that he'll get his foot on Too $hort's ass and hood ride with his crew.

I ain't gonna bust ya I rather ride up and drop ya But the rappin' is weak shit And I'm down with this street shit And you ain't shit but a weak bitch
Clarifying that he wouldn't just shoot Too $hort; rather, he'd drop him off on his own. Telling Too $hort he's weak, and he's not. And that his down with the street shit.

The ugliest nigga in rap Try to cap on the nigga From the mothafuckin' hood So when I see you it's all good
Mocking Too Short for being the ugliest nigga in rap and ready for a fight when they meet.

I boarded to your ass last year But you didn't hear me dough It's 94 and Banks need a little more
Turning his attention to Ant Banks now, Pooh Man tells him he tried to get his attention last year but he didn't hear him, and now, in 1994, he needs to pay attention.

Lips lookin' hell of luscious Digidy down goes my zipper Nigga, you can suck this And you must like slurpin' dicks
Mocking Ant Banks for his luscious lips and expressing his attraction to him in a sarcastic way that implies he's gay.

Because you ridin' on $hort's tip Like a jockin' little bitch Ridin' around in your too-short-hand-me-down I left the Dangerous Crew And that's why you're clownin' now
Making fun of Ant Banks for riding on Too $hort's coattails and wearing hand-me-downs clothes from him.

The bigidy Banksta ain't no gigidy gigidy gangsta When the truth comes out you ain't shit but a pranksta Try to hang in my hood lookin' out of place
Calling Ant Banks out for pretending to be a gangsta, calling him a prankster, and warning him against coming to his hood.

Now get in where you fit in, chunk Can't hang on the block Cause you ain't shit but a punk So I ain't givin' no rule To assume you want some mothafuckin' funk
Advising Ant Banks to fit in where he can and informing him that he won't give him any rules, so he shouldn't come looking for trouble.

Then bring it to the crew So bring it on if your ass wants to trip And to this hollow-tip, bitch Blast that ass, yes, I would Cause on the streets, nigga, it's all good
Giving Ant Banks permission to bring his trouble to the crew, but warning him that he's not afraid to shoot him with a hollow-tip bullet if need be, and that on the streets, anything goes.

Beep, beep, beep Oh, there goes my pager And it's your bitch, yo, I think I best to fade her Took her to the motel parking lot
Changing the subject, Pooh Man talks about his pager going off, and how he thinks he'd better respond to his side chick who's paging him now.

Little light skinned bitch got just a little too hot It's goin' down, pannies comin' off Another tramp bitch got automatically toasted I think you found out and got jealous
Describing how his side chick got too hot, took off her panties, and how another girl got jealous and got automatically cut off from him.

Cause I was diggin' your bitch And runnin' back tellin' all the fellas But you took her home And wanted to marry the bitch I would dig her in this, mister
Telling Too Short how he's been with his girl and telling others about it, and mocking him for wanting to marry a girl he's been with.

And bury the bitch Stop spendin' all your cash and fix your teeth $hort Dog must like being ugly Came at a nigga wrong Little cavity creep walkin' around with Nikes on
Insulting Too Short for his looks and mocking him for having a cavity and walking around with Nikes.

Bitch ass nigga ain't got no heart Be ready to finish anythin' your punk ass started Cause I did funk with the best So when you ridin' in your Lexus Nigga, put on the vest
Calling Too Short a coward and warning him that he should be ready to finish anything he starts because Pooh Man has 'funked' with the best. He also advises Too Short to wear a bulletproof vest when driving his Lexus.