Vogue February 1957
Photo by Richard Rutledge
..where I receive and entertain my guests
[Vincent Tolan]
Nigga, don’t act like a bitch!
That’s why I never love a ho (bitch)
50 Cent, Too $hort, and E-40 sayin’ BITCH! (remix!)
She sucked me off, don’t kiss that bitch
(from new york to the bay)
(from new york to the bay)
Oh why oh why’d you marry that bitch
[50 Cent]
He said he love ‘em man, you really think he love ‘em, man?
She’s a super freak, freakier than he understands
She not the type of girl that you take home to your mother
She’s the type that you take to the track to come up on a sucker
Watch her deep throat; see her DP
Ending up on fours like it’s easy
It’s not a big deal, she doin’ what she do
She doin’ it with everybody, not just you (hello)
I’m trying to put you up on game
You getting emotionalthen you can get the fuck on, man
You buy her everything; you let her treat you like a trick
That sugar daddy mentality, it make a nigga sick
She ask for it, you just run and get it for her
No matter how much you give her, she wants more
I hate to tell you, but you end up with a whore
And chances are, if niggas try, they gonna score
Man, fuck that
[Hook]
Bitch!
That’s why I never love a ho (bitch!)
50 Cent, Too $hort, and E-40 sayin’ BITCH!
She sucked me off, don’t kiss that (bitch)
Oh why oh why’d you marry that bitch
[Too $hort]
See me, I get everything I wanna get
I have some fun with it, and make her momma trip
Cause if I’m in her life, it’s a problem
A real player’s at your girl, you better stop him
Turn your back on the bitch she ain’t actin right
He hit it way before you now he’s back in her life
What you gon’ do when you lose her?
She got a nigga on the side just to use her
If it’s me, I’m parkin at the front do’
And you be knockin on her bedroom window
You see the shadows, you hear the sounds
But you don’t do nothin you just turn back around like a (BITCH!)
Feelings hurt, ready to cry
You cain’t believe, everything she said was a lie
She got a lot of bitch in her but not more than you
I never underestimate what these whores’ll do
[Hook]
Nigga don’t act like a (bitch!)
[50 Cent]
You love her, I fuck her
She might jump off, she your baby momma
You kiss her, I twist her
And send her ass back to you before you miss her
[Vincent Tolan]
(Bitch!)
I’m a player, baby (I’m a player, baby)
Don’t play no games
(bitch!)
I remain the same, I ain’t never gon’ change
for you bitch
Nah, not for you baby
That’s why I’ll never love a ho
50 Cent, Too $hort, and E-40 sayin’ BITCH! (come on 50 Cent)
She sucked my off, don’t kiss that bitch
(please don’t kiss her, please don’t kiss her)
Oh why oh why’d you marry that bitch
[E-40]
Never slippin and slippin and skippin and drippin and missin (missin)
These cats that I be hangin around don’t listen (don’t listen)
I be hippin and sippin and smokin and drinkin and spittin (spittin)
and these musty mouth broads they be trippin (they be trippin)
I mean the bitch thought she was bad (bad)
I knew what that batch was thinkin
when she thought what she was thinkin, but she shouldn’ta thought that
I told her the money costs too much and I ain’t got a dime
You got to pay me (pay me) or pay me no never mind
I (I) don’t sit on the toilet when I go piss (piss)
You (you) got feminine tendencies like a bitch (bitch)
Me (me) I’m solid and concrete I keep it funky (funky)
We (we) we pull up in somethin, actin a donkey (donkey)
She (she) she liftin her dress up showin her monkey (monkey)
See (see) he trippin, he trickin, throwin her money (money)
B (B) I-T-C-H, all in her face (face)
E (E) 40 so laced, stay on the case
There have been some big changes here at Netflix. Way back in July, your company’s market value was $16bn. We think shareholders may prefer our new, more manageable market cap of about $7bn. This exciting shift means new investors can buy our shares for almost 60 per cent less than they cost just a few months ago.
Some of our longer-term investors may find this transition a little bit confusing. We apologise most sincerely. Let us take some time to say what’s happened.
Of course, we don’t set our stock price. You, our investors, do that. And to those who owned the stock at its peak, thanks for believing in us when our shares were trading at 60 times this year’s earnings. That made sense if you consider only our sales growth (over 50 per cent in June, the sixth straight quarter of acceleration) and dominant market share of US online subscription viewing (nearly 90 per cent this year, according to IHS screen digest). We appreciate the way you averted your eyes as Amazon and Hulu hopped over our industry’s low barriers to entry, and our content costs rose even as revenue per subscriber fell.
Things are different now. We made two bold decisions: an abrupt and poorly presented price increase and the break-up of our brand. “Netflix” was too well known; we thought people might prefer to rent DVDs from “Qwikster”. While neither decision can explain the crash in our shares, they did focus everyone’s attention on what a hard business we’re in and how unsustainable our margins appear. Now that we have set a much lower entry point for investors, we can announce today that we’re rolling back the Qwikster idea. Please don’t worry about how our new, lower valuation (24 times earnings) still dwarfs, say, Apple’s (14 times), despite Apple’s faster growth. We hope you are as excited about Netflix’s future as we are.
- FT Lex
“Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.”
—Steve Jobs 2005 Stanford Commencement
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