I was six years old
When my momma got laid
I was stuck inside a whore house
I couldn't run away
She was the best hoe
She had rich men and more
And my escape was hanging out and screaming for more
Somebody listen please
It used to be so hard doing me

Living in the ghetto
In someone elses house
Trying to find a man to hold but none would pay for me
Living in the projects
My neighbour did a sheep
But now that I became a stripper
Everyone is paying me
Don't feel sorry for me

All the days collided
Each Hangover less painful than the next
I was stuck inside someone else's car and always second best
Oh, I'd do you now 'cause now I realize
That it's safe outside to come alive if i wear a bullet proof vest
So if you're listening thanks to the plastic surgeon
There's so much more to me you haven't seen

Living in the ghetto
Of someone else's house
Trying to find a man to hold but none would pay for me
Living in the projects
My neighbour did a sheep
But now that I became a stripper
Everyone is paying me
Don't feel sorry for me

Client, pimp, prostitue, pimp, client
Everything's cool now
Client, pimp, prostitue, pimp, client
Everything's cool now
Oh, my sex is good
I've got more than anyone should
Oh, my sex is good
And the past is in the past

I was living in the ghetto
Of someone else's house
Trying to find a man to hold but none would pay for me
I'm now gettin more pay
I'm spending it on me
Oh and my 4 kids Shaniqua, Latonya, Yokeisha, and Kenbaily
Oh and i have H.I.V
So don't feel sorry for me
Don't feel sorry, don't feel sorry for me

Living in, living in, living in the ghetto
Living in, living in, living in the projects