[Verse 1:]
You can't trust a big butt and a smile,
No, that's the old style,
In ninety one, shit ain't quite the same,
Bitches got a 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 sucked up,
You be broke and locked up,
But the news done hit
Bitches all over on some new improved shit.
To all y'all macks,
Come to find out that bitches are pullin' jacks,
I remember every night all you had to worry about
Was getting' caught at a red light
And a nigga jack you for your Daytons and chains;
Now shit done changed,
‘Cause you gots to watch the ones in the skirt,
And it ain't about gettin' burnt,
I know it sounds strange, but could you
Stop thinkin' with ya dick for a change?
‘Cause you'll get a bullet in your brain, Mr. Rich,
And about that bitch, don't trust ‘em!
[Chorus:]
Ice Cube comin' at cha with a crazy pitch,
Don't trust no bitch! Bitch! Bitch!
Ice Cube comin' at cha with a crazy pitch,
You can't trust no bitch! Bitch! Bitch!
[Verse 2:]
Here's how the bitches jack:
They try to catch a dumb nigga in the act;
You came to the club, stepped to the bar
And pulled out a wad of doves,
After you got buzzed, she walk by,
You saw how big her ass was,
Got her on the dancefloor,
And she started dancin' like a ho.
Jimmy got stiff, she ain't have a ride home,
So you gave the bitch a lift,
She didn't wanna trouble you,
But hopped her big ass in your BMW.
Hopped to her house and started kissin',
And Jimmy just wouldn't listen
‘Cause you got real horny,
And that ain't cool at four in the morning.
Started undressin' the ho,
Got to the drawers and the ho said, «No!
Not on the first date!
It's gettin' kinda late, could you come back at eight?»
You said, «Yeah!» ‘cause you thought you met a wholesome ho,
But, nigga, she know you rollin' in some dough,
And you'll regret, and something 'bout a bitch you just met –
Don't trust ‘em!
[Verse 3:]
Eight o'clock on the dot, nigga's hot,
Dick hard as a rock,
Straight on a solo creep,
Can't wait till her little boy go to sleep,
So you can seduce the G,
Bust a nut and make an excuse to leave.
You got her worked out ‘cause you the man.
But the bitch got diff'rent plans.
She said. «Take off your clothes, jump in the bed!»
While she powder her nose,
You get butt naked, ‘cause you ready to wreck it!
‘Cause you's a mothafuckin' pro, next thing you know
The door flies open with a blast
With four niggas in ski masks
Pointin' a gun at the pimp,
You're scared as a mothafucka and Jimmy done went limp.
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 told you the bitch was a trap,
Don't trust ‘em!
[Chorus:]
Ice Cube comin' at cha with a crazy pitch,
Don't trust no bitch! Bitch! Bitch!
Ice Cube comin' at cha with a crazy pitch,
You can't trust no bitch! Bitch! Bitch!