No  that's the old style
 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 locked up
 But the news done hit
 Bitches all over on some new improved shit
 To y'all macks
 Come to find out that bitches are pullin jacks
 I remember every night all you had to worry about
 Was gettin caught at a red light
 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 could you
 Stop thinkin with ya dick for a change
 Cos 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 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 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
 Cos you got real horny
 And that ain't cool 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 late, could you come back at eight?"
 You said "Yeah!" cos you thought you met a wholesome ho
 But nigga, she know you rollin in some dough
 And you'll regret and somethin 'bout a bitch you just met
 Don't trust em!

 Interlude:
 (scratching of BBD's 'Poison' and PE's 'Don't Believe The Hype')

 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 cos 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, cos you ready to wreck it!
 Cos you's a motherfuckin punk, 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 motherfucker 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