Play the Game
Master Don Juan
The Law of The Tiger
by The Gree-Oh
The truth is, a lot of women are hypocrites, straight up and down. I mean, yeah, the average chick will say that she wants a loyal (read-enslaved) man. But let's break down who they generally catch the hots for. It ain't Matthew Peabody, who opens the doors for them and slides their chairs out so they can sit down, while his dumb-ass sends them flowers to the crib even when it's not Valentine's Day. Because they really look at Peabody as a ****head.
So naw, I'll tell you what them chicks do. They'll talk plenty of **** that sounds good to the average bench warmer like Peabody, who don't know no better, and them same chicks'll get all creamy between the legs when Darnell "Slick" Williams (the star baller with the rowdy friends) looks their way. Then they'll talk that bull**** to Peabody, "I don't have any interest in him," knowing damn well they spend time dreamin' 'bout "Slick" stickin' 'em where it feels good with a hot stiff one. Now wait a minute now . . . I'm not saying all of this to be kitty-hating, because I love the brown kitty.
Don't get me wrong on that. I'm just keepin' it real, like you young folks like to say so much. So let's get back on point with it. Why do women keep dreaming about being the only one to a man who gets ten offers to creep a night? I think Eddie Murphy said it way back in 1985 sometime, "My **** gets hard when the wind blow."
Now what these young broads out here think? That's a man's Johnson is gone go soft once he gets MP&R (money, power and recognition)? Shhiiidd! These young broads out here better go see that shrink downtown. And if they look good enough, he may even give them his professional opinion for free. "My dear, your husband has what's called hot **** anxiety, or the tiger syndrome.
It's where a powerful man fears that if he doesn't use his **** as much as he can while things are particularly hot for him in the jungle, he may lose out on opportunities that he fears may never come his way again. And then he'll hate himself for that, while secretly blaming you. So he constantly tells himself, '**** it! I only get to live once!' And he indulges himself in the many treasures that he's now afforded in life, just like you do at those expensive department stores where you like to shop."
She asks the shrink, "Well, ain't I enough for him?" And the shrink jokes, "Well, I'll tell you this much, you're enough for me. Just don't tell my wife that I said that. The stingy *****!" And the woman looks at the shrink appalled and says, "Well, you nasty, no-good mother****a'! I want my money back. When will you greedy-**** *******s ever stop?" He answers, "Frankly, my dear, I'd say when we run out of ambition." The woman screams, "Well, my younger sister has a God-fearing man who is also ambitious, and he never cheats on her! You don't know what you're talking about! I just picked an *******, that's all. And you're one, too."
And the shrink says, "I think I know your sister. Is her name Beverly Mitchell." The woman's eyes get big. She says, "Yes." The shrink says, "Well, please don't tell her that I said anything, but just to make you feel better, your sister was in here just last week. And she told me that she's running out of energy for humping five nights a week. And she's run out of all of her headaches, too-tired-tonights, I'm-not-in-the-moods, and it's-that-time-of-the-month excuses to hold her tiger down from running wild in the jungle."
So the woman finally looks bewildered and says, "Well, what in the world are we supposed to do then?" And the shrink tells her, "Stop chasing tigers, and find yourself a house cat. But if you've already leashed a tiger, who's definitely not gonna stay on that leash, then you just make sure that you hold on to the house, the kids, the name, and your share of the money, like my first three wives did." And the woman breaks down in tears and says, "But I love my tiger!And I don't want a damn house cat!"
So the shrink looks into her eyes in pity and concludes, "Well then, learn how to rule the jungle at your tiger's side. Because if he's really a tiger, then there's absolutely nothing that you can do to stop him from being one. But just remember this, if you can stand it, the head tigress will always have more power at his thrown, then she ever will by trying to roam the jungle on her own."
Before the woman could argue her point, like most of them will do, the shrink added, "And no matter how you feel about that reality, my dear, I just want you to know that I didn't make up those rules, I'm just explaining them. Because tigers were never meant to be caged. They were meant to be negotiated with."
by The Gree-Oh
The truth is, a lot of women are hypocrites, straight up and down. I mean, yeah, the average chick will say that she wants a loyal (read-enslaved) man. But let's break down who they generally catch the hots for. It ain't Matthew Peabody, who opens the doors for them and slides their chairs out so they can sit down, while his dumb-ass sends them flowers to the crib even when it's not Valentine's Day. Because they really look at Peabody as a ****head.
So naw, I'll tell you what them chicks do. They'll talk plenty of **** that sounds good to the average bench warmer like Peabody, who don't know no better, and them same chicks'll get all creamy between the legs when Darnell "Slick" Williams (the star baller with the rowdy friends) looks their way. Then they'll talk that bull**** to Peabody, "I don't have any interest in him," knowing damn well they spend time dreamin' 'bout "Slick" stickin' 'em where it feels good with a hot stiff one. Now wait a minute now . . . I'm not saying all of this to be kitty-hating, because I love the brown kitty.
Don't get me wrong on that. I'm just keepin' it real, like you young folks like to say so much. So let's get back on point with it. Why do women keep dreaming about being the only one to a man who gets ten offers to creep a night? I think Eddie Murphy said it way back in 1985 sometime, "My **** gets hard when the wind blow."
Now what these young broads out here think? That's a man's Johnson is gone go soft once he gets MP&R (money, power and recognition)? Shhiiidd! These young broads out here better go see that shrink downtown. And if they look good enough, he may even give them his professional opinion for free. "My dear, your husband has what's called hot **** anxiety, or the tiger syndrome.
It's where a powerful man fears that if he doesn't use his **** as much as he can while things are particularly hot for him in the jungle, he may lose out on opportunities that he fears may never come his way again. And then he'll hate himself for that, while secretly blaming you. So he constantly tells himself, '**** it! I only get to live once!' And he indulges himself in the many treasures that he's now afforded in life, just like you do at those expensive department stores where you like to shop."
She asks the shrink, "Well, ain't I enough for him?" And the shrink jokes, "Well, I'll tell you this much, you're enough for me. Just don't tell my wife that I said that. The stingy *****!" And the woman looks at the shrink appalled and says, "Well, you nasty, no-good mother****a'! I want my money back. When will you greedy-**** *******s ever stop?" He answers, "Frankly, my dear, I'd say when we run out of ambition." The woman screams, "Well, my younger sister has a God-fearing man who is also ambitious, and he never cheats on her! You don't know what you're talking about! I just picked an *******, that's all. And you're one, too."
And the shrink says, "I think I know your sister. Is her name Beverly Mitchell." The woman's eyes get big. She says, "Yes." The shrink says, "Well, please don't tell her that I said anything, but just to make you feel better, your sister was in here just last week. And she told me that she's running out of energy for humping five nights a week. And she's run out of all of her headaches, too-tired-tonights, I'm-not-in-the-moods, and it's-that-time-of-the-month excuses to hold her tiger down from running wild in the jungle."
So the woman finally looks bewildered and says, "Well, what in the world are we supposed to do then?" And the shrink tells her, "Stop chasing tigers, and find yourself a house cat. But if you've already leashed a tiger, who's definitely not gonna stay on that leash, then you just make sure that you hold on to the house, the kids, the name, and your share of the money, like my first three wives did." And the woman breaks down in tears and says, "But I love my tiger!And I don't want a damn house cat!"
So the shrink looks into her eyes in pity and concludes, "Well then, learn how to rule the jungle at your tiger's side. Because if he's really a tiger, then there's absolutely nothing that you can do to stop him from being one. But just remember this, if you can stand it, the head tigress will always have more power at his thrown, then she ever will by trying to roam the jungle on her own."
Before the woman could argue her point, like most of them will do, the shrink added, "And no matter how you feel about that reality, my dear, I just want you to know that I didn't make up those rules, I'm just explaining them. Because tigers were never meant to be caged. They were meant to be negotiated with."