The self-titled Pimpstress album that was issued on CD called Pimpstress – Pimpstress was given away at concerts and car shows in 2001 in limit amounts as a CD only with the title “Pimpstress” on top across the tracklist. This was an album sampler for her debut album, Pimpstress – Most Valuable Player, which was scheduled to be released nationally sometime in 2001 on Dope House Records. People purchased this album directly from the DHR booth at a car show. There was no cassette pressing of this album ever issued. This album is super rare and is a collectors item which cannot be found anywhere.
However this album was given away at concerts and car shows in 2001 in limit amounts as a CD only with the title “Pimpstress” on top across the tracklist. People purchased this directly from the DHR booth at a car show. There was no cassette pressing of this album ever issued. Songs such as Night Shift, Meet Your Fate, Thug Girl, So Throwed, Let Me Be Your Thug, and Who Am I?. There were 12 tracks total on that CD. Thug Girl, Who Am I, and Night Shift were singles of the album.
Songs such as Night Shift, Meet Your Fate, Thug Girl, So Throwed, Let Me Be Your Thug, and Who Am I? were on this album. There were 12 tracks total on that CD. Thug Girl, Who Am I, and Night Shift were singles of the album. Who Am I was the buzz single along with Night Shift. The song Night Shift was the #1 single off her album.
Her raps had a spicy Spanish tinge and flavor to go along with her raps. One thing that was certainly noticeable was that her talent and charisma were through the roof. That strong calm demeanor of her made listening to her enjoyable. Pimpstress is the sensual Dope House scientist knocking every man to his knees. They bow down givin’ mad props to the talented female pimp and her hard hittin’ rhymes. This is the coldest album from any female rapper from Austin, Texas. This is true Latina rap. Every song on this album is from the heart. She was pushing music and staying positive. They don’t call her Pimpstress for nothing. Homeboys nicknamed her Pimpstress because of her strong demeanor and ability to survive on the streets. Her intense lyrical vibe is something else.
On So Throwed, Pimpstress raps about how she is so throwed in the game. This song has that Houston rap sound all over it given how the word “throwed” is constantly strung around. On top of that she uses her cold lyricism.
Night Shift was recorded for SPM’s 1998 album Hustle Town. Pimpstress showed off her skills and abilities on the song where she shined. This song would be used on her debut album as a favor. The song Night Shift was the #1 single off her album and was the initial buzz single. Pimpstress made the song famous with her lyrics at the very beginning of her verse (Verse 2) which went, “It’s your midnight mistress/Player named Pimpstress/I keep it crunk/Handle up/On my business”
South Park Mexican first witnessed Pimpstress in action during a performance in New Mexico. Overtaken by her skills, the two exchanged numbers and later began work on “Night Shift” featured on Hustle Town. After working together and discovering their intense lyrical vibe, South Park Mexican signed Pimpstress to Dope House Records.
Now spread the word. South Park Mexican got them bricks on the dead end streets and watch them jump out boys because they rollin’ ten deep. Creepy crawlin’ the night. All strapped to kill on the motherfuckin’ hill. Y’all know the deal. Run up on a twenty and come get your ass an ice cube. Just understand the roughness. Causin’ raucous in a dope fiend’s bucket. The streets taught him to be loveless.
Pimpstress made the song famous with her lyrics at the very beginning of her verse (Verse 2) which went, “It’s your midnight mistress/Player named Pimpstress/I keep it crunk/Handle up/On my business”
It’s your midnight mistress and player named Pimpstress. She keeps it crunk and handles her business. Queen of your clique. Fiendin for her shit. Puffin’ black, and mobs. You can’t cramp her style. Player hatin’ bitches make her crack a smile. True G’s won’t change.
[Verse 2: Pimpstress]
It’s your midnight mistress
Player named Pimpstress
I keep it crunk
On my business
Queen of your clique
Fiend for my shit
I’m sucked and corrupt
Sixteen in my clip
Puffin’ black, and mobs, you can’t cramp my style
Player-hatin’ bitches make me crack a smile
We whooride in the moonlight
My Freddy Ruger sounds like the fourth of July
Fuckin’ with my feria
Wanna marry ya, then bury ya
Nina Ross, Mary Jane, Ms. Cocaine
The three devils brought us deep in the dope game
True G’s won’t change
Left your boys with no brains
Street zombies, takin’ out posses
Meet Your Fate was a song recorded for SPM’s 2000 album The Purity Album. This song would be used on her debut album as a favor. She went merciless with her fire lyrics. The story of one who went from girl to woman.
She went hard with these merciless lyrics of her fire lyrics. These were some of the hardest lyrics to the song. These lyrics are certainly gruesome and explicit.
Mad cuz yo house costs as much as yo bracelet
Never patient, competition, sound ancient
Im gettin followed by a Federal Agent
Engagements, gangsta banquets, piggarements, stainless
Leave you brainless make it painless
Hanus, 27 holes in his anus
1-2 Better call yo crews
3-4 Need to lock yo doors
5-6 Better load yo clips
7-8 Time to meet yo fate
My money flows like a runny nose
All I gotta do is find a place to throw away these bloody clothes
I pacanina while I shop at the Galleria,
Stay on my toes like a motha fuckin ballerina
From Pasadena to Amid that you know a Baby Bash beats the brotha of a Gras Groa
Rasheed he was raised on the wrong street
SPM had a father made of concrete
Low G lest the dogs loose fuck the troops
And Grimm is the spider called the Brown Recluse
Juan Gotti got the shotti puttin holes in they body
Murdaholics kill a nigga while he sittin on the potty
Hillwood Hustlaz and 24-7, Dope Game Legends, feel they presence
The young and the senseless, a message from Texas
Dope House Records eats you hoes up for breakfast
My click picks your pockets
Splits the profits, choose the targets, and take out the garbage
Fill the cartridge more lead than Zepplin
Cuz my kind don’t take kinds who doze
Who act like hoes while I sip Irish Rose
The song “Who Am I?” by Pimpstress is a rap anthem that celebrates her identity as a successful pimp and female rapper. Through her lyrics, she portrays herself as a confident and powerful woman who is proud of her achievements in the music and pimping industries.
Pimpstress opens the song with lines that indicate she is the baddest bitch, always on the hustle, trying to make it in the industry, and climbing the ladder of success. She boasts about her physical attributes which make her attractive to men, and how she turns heads wherever she goes. She is not afraid to put in work to make money, and she is dedicated to her craft, always writing rhymes to increase her output. Her talent in rapping has earned her a place in SPM, a music group, and she asserts that she has the potential to be the MVP (Most Valuable Player).
Pimpstress continues to assert her dominance through lyrics depicting her dangerous lifestyle. She represents Dopehouse, and she is affiliated with killers and drug dealers, who have her back. This affiliation enables her to travel across America, from A-Town to H-Town, Austin to Cali, and New York to the valley. Despite her association with criminal elements, she is respected and feared by many.
Pimpstress also addresses haters who are trying to bring her down. She delivers a stern message that anyone who disrespects her will regret it, as she is armed with a gun and not afraid to use it. She is also aware of her sexuality, and how her physical appearance attracts both men and women. The phrase “Big tits I’ll flip, I got’cha chocolate Latina” hints at her bisexuality and her willingness to experiment with different sexual partners.
Overall, the song celebrates the unique persona of Pimpstress, who is not afraid to speak her mind and embrace her identity as a female rapper and pimp.
Pimpstress is the baddest bitch in the Dope House Clique. Clothes always baggy for the stitch and the itch. Steady hittin’ licks. She has dreams to be rich and be on top of the list. Brown eyes and bow legs steady turnin’ heads. Rollin’ deep smokin’ blunts with codeine. The coldest Latina in them baggy ass clothes. Wreckin’ shows in Girbauds. She is coldest female rapper in this industry.
Pimpstress is the dopest bitch in the Dope House Clique snappin’ them necks. Cashin’ them checks. Sometimes hoe be actin’ shady by disrespecting a pimp. So she keeps them in check and regulates them. They get a chip from her chrome three eighty. Pimpstress is what they call her. Don’t make her reach for her heat or bad heat will meet you home. Miss Pimpstress dismisses your existence. Then you G’s you got beef, que pasa?
Pimpstress shows us how she is the baddest bitch on Dope House Records with these lyrics.
Cuz I’m the, Pimpstress, the baddest bitch
Clothes always baggy for the stitch and the itch
Thirty-five oh no, steady hittin’ licks
Dreams to be rich, and be on top of the list
Brown eyes and bow legs, steady turnin’ heads
Fuck all the cappin’ cuz yo I’m all about my bread
Corsege lens, put that down on the Benz
Rags to riches and get more grip from my pen
S.P.M. Put it down, and left it to me
I got that chrome M.V.P., hustlin’ loyal dope fiends
Rollin’ deep, gettin’ crunk, smokin’ blunts with codeine
Sacked the cream, triple beam, platinum records just gleam
Poppas, don’t wet on your own carpets
Hollow tips, I’m on that, puttin’ snitches in check
Drop gold diggers, floss chrome triggers
Dopehouse my crew, at six figures
Who am I? Pimpstress for life
Dopehouse is the family, so I gotta stay tight
Wreckin’ shows in girbauds, slammin’ through the side doors
I’m the coldest Latina, in them baggy ass clothes
Squeeze lip, pop trunk and recline
Woodstrip, candy paint, I owe it all to my rhyme
I’m the coldest female rapper in this industry
From A-Town to H-Town I put it down for the three
The dopest bitch in the clique, snappin’ them necks
Cashin’ them checks, what it takes to get wet
That’s on the real baby, sometimes hoe be actin’ shady
Disrespectin’ a pimp, get a chip, from my three eighty
They want beef pimp, then voy a lo piscina
Big tits I’ll flip, I got’cha chocolate Latina
Creamy thighs so lovely, ballas wanna touch me
Maybe cuz I’m down to pimp, they wanna fuck me
Ice on my rings, S.P.M. it’s a shame
So many killas on my team, you’d think we’re a gang
From Austin to Cali, New York to the valley
Babies screamin’ for the pimp because they know this bitch is bout it
Mob affiliated, to run with my killas, drug dealers
Those muthafuckas who be down for the scrilla
Pimpstress is what they call me, female roll call
Knockin’ pictures off the wall, Dope House is standin’ tall
Last but not least, I’m the freestylin’ beast
My pimp goes on sheets, I pimp my pen like most freaks
All them G’s that be saggin’, this a high dive act
Went out with the pimp, I got you comin’ so fast
Crystal barros, and bezzle champagne
S.P.M. put it down, check the emblem on my chain
Kiss the pinky ring, get up off your knees
Dope House is family, Austin, Texas where I be
Southwest from the 3, I kick it down from where I see
Then you G’s you got beef, que pasa?
Bounce is dead, and let it be known
On this microphone, I stand alone
Automatic chrome, underneath my throne
Don’t make me reach for my heat, or bad heat will meet you home
Miss Pimpstress, dismiss your existence
Have you callin’ me from Hell, long distance
I rate this album 5/5*****!!