Verse 1: JT Money
 Bitches with jericurls I can't stand
 Now this is comin' straight from the Money Man
 I used to fuck this hoe   now I hate her
 Wherever she went  she left Activator
 I mean her neck was so greasy and black
 The mom even had to talk behind her back
 And when the boys heard about the sis
 They said  "Yo  I'ma tell you like this:
 If the girl sits on your couch,
 Be prepared to get the stain out."
 But I forgot, and that was it
 And when she did the shit, mom had a fit
 And was askin' me where I found her
 Sayin' don't bring another around her
 But even now, as long as it's been,
 She'll check the hair before lettin' 'em in

 Verse 2: Debonaire
 Jericurls I hate - it'll make
 A bitch get dissed on a blind date
 While walkin' out on her. I wouldn't
 Put a bitch like that on the corner
 I hate it with a passion, 'cause, number
 One, it's a fucked-up fashion
 Believe I've seen enough, and what's rough,
 The hoes wanna meet us, but I ain't with it
 A jeri-bitch? She can forget it!
 Every time you with her, kiss
 On her neck and her tit'll taste bitter
 Plus it got a nasty smell; some sayin' I-double-L
 Them hoes can forget it, because
 Debonaire: I ain't with it

 Verse 3: JT Money
 Jericurls I've seen enough of
 Believe me, I don't know what's rougher
 When your car seems greasy, or
 When because some lazy-ass whore
 Gets too lazy to do us shit
 So the bitch goes out and gets
 That jericurl, me in her wallet
 If she comes around me, a ring around the collar
 'Cause that there, I can't deal with
 Put grease on my (?), you'll pay for my shit
 Oh yeah, but I forgot -
 'Bout the sheets gettin' greasy and what-not
 Whether fuckin' or takin' a nap,
 Make that bitch wear a shower cap!

 Verse 4: Debonaire
 Check it out, I think some of the folks
 Think a nigga makin' jokes
 But it's true, about them hoes
 They be gettin' grease on your clothes
 And though a nigga got loot,
 I hate grease gettin' on a fresh silk suit
 You can say I fear 'em
 Deb' wouldn't be caught dead near 'em
 There's a guy, I won't say no names
 But the player's shit burst in flames
 I can't see my shit like that
 'Cause, man, I'd rather be seen in plaids
 It makes a nigga look like a fag,
 Walkin' 'round with his head in a bag
 And yo, I tell ya, they need to quit
 'Cause the Clan ain't with that shit