Released: November 22, 1994

Songwriter: Prince

Producer: Prince

[Intro]
Damn
Let me see you dance

[Verse 1]
New coat, huh?
That's nice
Did you buy it?
Yeah, right
You seeing that rich motherfucker again
You know who I'm talking about
That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
Don't try to play me for yesterday's fool
Because I'll slap your ass into the middle of next week
I'm sorry baby, that's the rules
I pay the rent in this raggedy motherfucker
And all you do is suck up food and heat
Say what? Oh yeah?
For someone who can't stand them T.V. dinners
You sure eat enough of them motherfuckers
Who bought you that diamond ring?
Yeah, right
Since when did you have a job?
You seeing that rich motherfucker again
What's his name? Bob?
Bob, ain't that a bitch?
What's he do for a living?
Manage rock stars?
Who?
Prince?
Ain't that a bitch?
That skinny motherfucker with the high voice?
Please, who do I look like baby?
Yesterday's fool?
Don't you know I will kill you now?
You're fucking right
I gotta gun
You think I don't?
Then what's this?
Oh, you quiet now
Uh uh!
Little? Yeah, right. It might be little but it's loud

Yeah, right
Uh uh!

Now put that suitcase down
And go in there
And put on that wig I bought you
No, No
No, No
The reddish-brown one
Bob, ain't that a bitch?
Oh
Gotcha
Got ya

[Chorus]
Hey Bob, if you're out there, let me see you dance
You said you was funky
C'mon, c'mon

Ain't that a bitch?
Bob

[Verse 2]
(Come out with your hands up)
I'll kick your ass (This is your last warning)
Think I won't? (Oh no! The nigga's got a laser)
(Let's get the hell out of here)

Is Mr. George home?
Hello, Mr. George?
This is your conscience, motherfucker
Why don't you leave motherfuckers alone?
What's wrong with you?
Well, why can't we just dance?
Why can't we just dance?
No, fuck that, fuck that
I don't talk about you, I don't talk about you
Wit' yo' little almond-shaped head ass
Who the fuck do you think this is?
I'll kick your ass... twice

[Chorus]
Bob, if you're out there
Let me see you dance
You said you were funky, c'mon

[Bridge]
B-O-B, spell the shit backwards, what'd it say
Same motherfucking shit
Turn it out

[Outro]
Bob, ain't that a bitch?

Prince

An American singer-songwriter, musician, multi-instrumentalist, and actor that produced 22 RIAA-platinum albums during his 40-year career, Prince may be known for one of many different things – his turn as “The Kid” in the iconic film/album/8 ½ minute ballad “Purple Rain”, being the writer behind the acclaimed anthem “Kiss,” rivaling Michael Jackson at the pinnacle of his career, being the inspiration behind censorship laws, or being the artist addressed as an unpronounceable symbol throughout the 1990s—but while many know of Prince, most don’t fully understand the impact his legacy left on this world.

Going by many aliases throughout his life, Prince Rogers Nelson was born in Minneapolis, Minnesota on June 7, 1958 with his father’s (John L. Nelson) stage name as his own given one. Growing up, Prince suffered from serious epileptic seizures at a very young age, but he had wrote his first composition of many by age seven, and outside of his love for basketball, he wanted music to be his purpose in life. His tumultuous childhood, witnessing alcoholism and abuse, caused him to find refuge in neighbor André Cymone’s home in his teens, where the two competed in local band competitions, leading to Prince’s introduction to Morris Day alongside music with his cousin’s band 94 East, leading him to be courted by record labels and ultimately signed to Warner Bros. Records with complete creative control; at 19, his debut album, For You (1978) was released – Prince played all 19 instruments on the record.

Influenced by the likes of Miles Davis, Rick James, and James Brown, Prince desired to form a music dynasty and after the success of his next albums – the platinum-selling Prince (1979), the sexually-charged Dirty Mind (1980), and politically-motivated Controversy (1981) – he negotiated for the ability to form his own label and manage artists of his own. Prince’s trademark sexual/religious rhetoric within pop-and-dance, funk-rock sound gained him a following, but his opening slates for Rick James and The Rolling Stones were both negatively received and facing bankruptcy, the young artist began to reach for mainstream popularity. Cashing on the drug-influenced doomsday mania of the times, 1982’s 1999 easily achieved that mainstream appeal, landing him on MTV, music charts, and radio stations across the world.