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 ******
 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 ***ual 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