for your nation...)
 Verse One:
 A bitch nigga wit an attitude named Cube
 Step to Com wit a feud
 Now what the fuck I look like dissing a whole coast
 You ain't made shit dope since AmeriKKKa's Most
 Wanted to cease from the Midwest to the East
 On the dick of the East for your 1st release
 Your lease is up at the crib  house niggaz get evicted
 And videos wit white boys talking you get Wicked
 Natural Born Killa, nigga you natural born God
 Look, read listen, got the nerve to say you rob
 Hyprocrite, I'm filling out your Death Certificate
 Slanging bean pies and St Ide's in the same sentence
 Shoulda repented, on the 16th of October
 Get some beats besides George Clinton to rock over
 Rap career is over, better off acting
 What trouble I see, you're managing WC and Wack 10
 You backed in to a four corner hustla
 Lying on your dick, said you was fuckin her
 Use Higher Learning, don't take my words out of text
 Went from gangsta to Islam to the dick of Das EFX
 It'll take the Nation of Millions to Hold Me Back
 From giving you mouth shots or hit wit the pipe Ralph got
 When sucker ain't around, it's your Friday, it was good
 I wasn't salty, she was wit the Boyz N the Hood
 Chorus:
 I see the bitch in you when you don't speak your mind
 The bitch in you, looking me in my eyes lyin
 I see the bitch in you, simply hard, you find
 The bitch in you but yo it's coming out
 Verse Two:
 Up on this rap shit, Cube, I'm calling out
 I break in and smack niggaz that's in the Slaughterhouse
 This ain't no East coast, West coast, none of the above
 I'm from Chi, I went to Cali, niggaz gave me love
 There's a thin line between the fake and the real
 Grafted ass nigga, I see through your Glass Shield
 Had skills once upon a time on this project, yo
 I'm a have ta wreck a Ho'shea
 I heard a ho say you her favorite rapper
 (So what) so I had to slap her, ugn
 And violate you, a Muslim drinking brew
 Your nigga ain't no Mack 10, he's a 22
 I seen you, you ain't say shit to ATL
 Cube, I like that diamond charm, I might cuff it, then sell
 It out, like you sold Kam and Threat
 A year ago, you wasn't talking shit about the West
 Guess you knew you're shit was done plus the one got you cable
 Hoo Bangin, you ain't banging shit but the table
 And the Circle Madd, ain't got no choice but to fight
 Ain't none of y'all muthafukas got a chance on the mic
 Anytime you come out, yo, I'm a talk about you
 Until you let that bitch in you, walk up out you
 Any last words before I hit the switch
 From the immortal words of one, a bitch is a bitch
 Chorus