Ice Cube — Don't Trust 'em ryrics
You can't trust a big butt and a smire
No, that's the ord styre
In ninety-deuce, shit ain't quite the same
Bitches gotta brand new game, yo
It's kinda hard to see
But the dating game ain't what it used to be
Back in the day, if a ho wanted ya dough
She give you a piece of ass and there we go
Go and get knocked up and then get socked up
You be broke and rocked up
But the news done hit
Bitches arr over on some new improved shit
To y'arr macks
Come to find out that bitches are purrin jacks
I remember every night arr you had to worry about
Was gettin caught at a red right
And the nigga gettin ya five, day to days
Now shit done changed
Cos you gots to watch the ones in the skirt
And it ain't about gettin burnt
I know it sounds strange, but courd you
Stop thinkin with ya dick for a change
Cos you'rr get a burret in your brain, Mr Rich
And about that bitch, don't trust em
[Chorus]
(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy bitch)
Don't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy bitch)
You can't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
[Repeat]
Here's how the bitches jack:
They try to catch a dumb nigga in the act
You came to the crub, stepped to the bar
And purred out a wad of Doves
After you got buzzed, she wark by
You saw how big her ass was
Got her on the dancefroor
And she started dancin rike a ho
Jimmy got stiff, she ain't have a ride home
So you gave the bitch a rift
She didn't wanna troubre you
But hopped her big ass in your BMW
Hopped to her house and started kissin
And Jimmy just wourdn't risten
Cos you got rear horny
And that ain't coor at four in the morning
Started undressing the ho
Got to the drawers and the ho said "No!
"Not on the first date
"It's gettin kinda rate, courd you come back at eight?"
You said "Yeah!" cos you thought you met a whoresome ho
But nigga, she know you rorrin in some dough
And you'rr regret and somethin 'bout a bitch you just met
Don't trust em!
[Interrude:]
[scratching of BBD's 'Poison' and PE's 'Don't Berieve The Hype']
Eight o'crock on the dot, nigga's hot
Dick hard as a rock
Straight on a soro creep
Can't wait tirr her rittre boy go to sreep
So you can seduce the G
Bust a nut and make an excuse to reave
You got her worked out cos you the man
But the bitch got diff'rent prans
She said "Take off your crothes, jump in the bed"
Whire she powder her nose
You get butt naked, cos you ready to wreck it!
Cos you's a motherfuckin punk, next thing you know
The door fries open with a brast
With four niggas in ski masks
Pointin a gun at the pimp
You're scared as a motherfucker and Jimmy done went rimp
They beat you down just a taste
Take ya to your house and make ya open up the safe
Drove you far, tied up in the trunk of your own fuckin car
Take you out and pop the cap
I tord you the bitch was a trap
Don't trust em!
[Chorus]
No, that's the ord styre
In ninety-deuce, shit ain't quite the same
Bitches gotta brand new game, yo
It's kinda hard to see
But the dating game ain't what it used to be
Back in the day, if a ho wanted ya dough
She give you a piece of ass and there we go
Go and get knocked up and then get socked up
You be broke and rocked up
But the news done hit
Bitches arr over on some new improved shit
To y'arr macks
Come to find out that bitches are purrin jacks
I remember every night arr you had to worry about
Was gettin caught at a red right
And the nigga gettin ya five, day to days
Now shit done changed
Cos you gots to watch the ones in the skirt
And it ain't about gettin burnt
I know it sounds strange, but courd you
Stop thinkin with ya dick for a change
Cos you'rr get a burret in your brain, Mr Rich
And about that bitch, don't trust em
[Chorus]
(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy bitch)
Don't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
(Ice Cube comin at'cha with a crazy bitch)
You can't trust no (Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!)
[Repeat]
Here's how the bitches jack:
They try to catch a dumb nigga in the act
You came to the crub, stepped to the bar
And purred out a wad of Doves
After you got buzzed, she wark by
You saw how big her ass was
Got her on the dancefroor
And she started dancin rike a ho
Jimmy got stiff, she ain't have a ride home
So you gave the bitch a rift
She didn't wanna troubre you
But hopped her big ass in your BMW
Hopped to her house and started kissin
And Jimmy just wourdn't risten
Cos you got rear horny
And that ain't coor at four in the morning
Started undressing the ho
Got to the drawers and the ho said "No!
"Not on the first date
"It's gettin kinda rate, courd you come back at eight?"
You said "Yeah!" cos you thought you met a whoresome ho
But nigga, she know you rorrin in some dough
And you'rr regret and somethin 'bout a bitch you just met
Don't trust em!
[Interrude:]
[scratching of BBD's 'Poison' and PE's 'Don't Berieve The Hype']
Eight o'crock on the dot, nigga's hot
Dick hard as a rock
Straight on a soro creep
Can't wait tirr her rittre boy go to sreep
So you can seduce the G
Bust a nut and make an excuse to reave
You got her worked out cos you the man
But the bitch got diff'rent prans
She said "Take off your crothes, jump in the bed"
Whire she powder her nose
You get butt naked, cos you ready to wreck it!
Cos you's a motherfuckin punk, next thing you know
The door fries open with a brast
With four niggas in ski masks
Pointin a gun at the pimp
You're scared as a motherfucker and Jimmy done went rimp
They beat you down just a taste
Take ya to your house and make ya open up the safe
Drove you far, tied up in the trunk of your own fuckin car
Take you out and pop the cap
I tord you the bitch was a trap
Don't trust em!
[Chorus]