作曲 : Butler, Fleming, Freeman, Shaw
 (Uh, Uh) One time for yo' mutha******'...(whuut)
 Back, ******* (uh)...Kool Ace (whuut), UGK...(huh)
 
 
[Chorus: Pimp C]
 Pimpin' ain't no illusion,
 And pimpin' ain't never died.
 Mo' pimps was on that heroin
 And yo' pimp tripped out on that fry.
 The dikes done came through
 And straight threw off all the game;
 Got all these hoes thinkin'
 They could manage they own change.
 
 
[Kool Ace:]
 But it ain't no illusion,
 I know...you all have witnessed
 He rollin' in my Caady mo'
 Wit' fly *******,
 Makin' ole deals: Now, ho (huh, huh)
 Ain't Bob Barker
 But I'm caught up in this game
 Mo' like...Peter Parker.
 P-I-M-P, take the P's that I am.
 I want you payin' hoes in my army
 Like...uh...Uncle Sam,
 And we gon' jam...
 I'm talkin' 'bout the world greatest show
 I know my *******t is extreme
 But I'm all about them does.
 When I'm steppin' on the scene
 Be there four deep...hella clan
 My reality is your favorite dream
 (Stop that *******t, daddy...)
 Best believe Kool Ace gon' keep it real.
 Pimp C & Bun B to testify for the ear
 Excuse me, y'all, but this about Southern *******t.
 Now, tell me can you...uh...feel this, *******?
 We givin' 'em brain contusions...
 Pimp C, what's the conclusion?
 
 
[Pimp C:]
 Pimpin' ain't no illusion...
 
 
[Chorus: x2]
 
 
[Pimp C:]
 Pimpin' ain't dead...******, it just began
 (How the ****** you know Sweet Jones?)
 My hoes still out there sellin' ass.
 Yo' ******* is out of pocket,
 'Cause yo' pimpin' was scary;
 Real hoes gon' front on a simp
 But she gon' do it for daddy.
 ****** ******s watch them mack and pimp on my floozie;
 But, boy, my ******* know the difference
 Between real pimpin' and movies
 It's the difference between real leather
 And that *******t at yo' house.
 I don't know what y'all doin' up there,
 But we really pimpin' in the South.
 Every since I was 17,
 I been stackin' my green:
 Went for servin' rocks to fiends,
 And rockin' club full a teens.
 Went from bumpin' Screw in Houston,
 Sippin' promythazine,
 To ridin' in a 8 600 with sheath,
 To smokin' on sticky green.
 I'm still Pimp C, *******
 I'm claimin' P.A., they hate us;
 But, me and Kool Ace rollin' a Lexus
 Sittin' on all gold Daytons.
 *******, take a look around
 Those hoes steady choosin'.
 This is the conclusion: pimpin' ain't no illusion.
 
 
[Chorus: x2]
 
 Bun B:
 If you got any love fo' that broad you wit'
 ******, move her 'fore you lose her,
 'Cause a beggar ain't a mutha******' chooser.
 Third leg is a ******* abuser, infamous
 In cities where big pimpin' is my hoes clean.
 No AIDS, herpies, cyphillis
 Come catch a wif a this...
 Damn, can't you taste it?
 Now yo' money's up in smoke
 Like you freebased it.
 Now ******* replaced it
 Wit' a sexual favor
 But don't get mad at real pimpin', ******
 Check yo' behavior...and savor
 The aroma from Promona to Tacoma;
 Got my pimpin' diploma for bein' a Cadillac chromer.
 ****** a Sonoma...
 I'm on a mission for Benzes
 Knowin' 'xactly where my ends is, ballin' relentless.
 And then my friends is
 Slappin' ******s with glass chins
 It's funny...sendin' tricks home
 Broke and defenseless; and, ever since this
 Boy been pimpin' the pen,
 I promise never to ever leave home
 Without my pimpin' again...that's why...
 
 
[Chorus: x2]
 
 
[Too $hort:]
 You know, I got to tell you players what I'm talkin' about:
 My ******* got bold opened a bank account.
 When I found the ******* checkbook,
 I didn't get mad
 'Cause there was no doubt that I be gettin' the cash.
 I broke it down to her,
 She gave me the dough;
 Do you remember what you was
 Before I made you a ho?
 You was a broke *******,
 You couldn't even smoke *******t,
 Couldn't stay fo-cused,
 And, don't forget it, *******...
 Yo' whole life changed the day you met me.
 Now you think you need a bank account,
 Baby, I can't see
 You managin' this money...it's too much.
 All you do is look good...
 And then you ******.
 Git my money, git yo' money
 It's all the same.
 The *******t ain't even funny when you talk about this game.
 They call me Too $hort, baby
 I'm still in it.
 Ain't no camouflage, nuttin' but this real pimpin'...beeyatch.
 
 
[Chorus: x3]
 ...pimpin' ain't no illusion