I wanna say something about this girl I know
 She tried to play me out  though  check it out

 This I dedicate to the girl I hate
 It's a piece of my mind rhyme put on a plate
 So yo  go ahead swinger  I'm putting up my middle finger
 I'm not sad or mad  I don't feel anger
 You're not all that fly trying to play the role
 I had girls that looked better on the hoe stroll
 Working night patrol, you know what I mean?
 I get cash and still wear Jordache jeans
 You thought your drug-dealing man was much better
 Because he always came and got you in a plush Jetta
 Or an Audi, a Benz, or a Jaguar
 You didn't think G. Rap was going that far
 I'm here to tell of, because you thought I fell off
 And now if you're riding the tip, just get the hell off
 You wanted to leave because you didn't believe that I would achieve
 Cause you had something up your sleve
 Perhaps you might have thought I'm a dreamer with a fat head
 Now you're stuck with a baby from a crack head
 Come to my shows, you want to check to see if I wreck it
 The only record your man got is a jail record
 I know you like him a lot because he's a big shot
 The only picture you got is his mug shot
 I'm on a label with well know singers in it
 Look, your man's getting booked and fingerprinted
 Polo drives a Benz from state to stae
 By the way, guess who made his license plates
 Thought I was finished, down, going through the blues
 Here's a hundred dollars, go buy some new shoes
 Go ahead good looking, you can keep booking
 >From my recital I'll never get my title tooken
 So you got a little 9 to 5, so what?
 What do you do for a living, slice cold cuts?
 You look slick, but you know every Tom and Dick
 You're more quick than a chick from a porno flick
 While you scrub floors, I go on tours
 >From me, G Rap, yo, truly yours

 (Yo G man! You should diss her man. I heard he's a homo jimmy man!)

 Listen up money, or should I say honey?
 You're looking more sweeter than a Playboy bunny
 Fingernails filed, your hair is styled
 And the gear that you wear looks hot and wild
 Everybody says is he, some kind of sissy?
 Your name was "Moose" but now they call you "Missy"
 Night or day lights, you fall for the gay rights
 I thought you would stay bright, but now you wanna play fight
 With men, and Len, your real close friend
 But you wouldn't be his friend if his knees didn't bend
 You're not a lady dear, you're a square and a queer
 Berrettes in your hair, bamboo in your ear
 Running in cars, hanging out in bars
 Winking your eyes to guys that wear bras
 Skintight Levi's and even kneehighs
 Don't try to lie, sugar, I know why
 In the ladies bathroom, spraying on perfume
 Stuffing your t-shirt with two balloons
 You don't think about the opposite sex at all
 Instead of sugar walls, you'd rather have a ball
 Way back in the days, you was as big as a cow
 But look at you now, at jams you say "ow"
 A sex disease was a common as TB
 But gays today get VD in 3-D
 And that is called AIDS in case you didn't know
 And the only blow I'm giving is this knockout blow
 Switching with your bandana looking like Diana Ross
 >From me G Rap, yo, truly yours

 (Hey yo, finish dissing that girl, man)

 Yo, do me a favor, and pick up a pen and pad
 And try and write down the numbers of the men you've had
 So remember when you're putting someone else in check
 Go to the Wizard of Oz and get some self-respect
 Won't say no names, it might leave a permanent scar
 I don't have to go that far, you know who you are
 And if you don't, then everybody else does
 Cause all the fellas be telling me how good you was
 I can't accept a girl with a ruined rep
 I'm like a chef, I just cook up the stew and step
 Off with her clothes, like Moby Dick, there she blows
 She wanna throw like the girls from the peep shows
 Your man was large, but now he's getting kinda tiny
 And you run up behind me trying to get pregnant by me
 And in a year, I'll bet you'll be on welfare
 Don't cry for help dear, you put yourself there
 The way it looks, you'll end up in Playboy books
 While your man is in Manhattan snatching pocket books
 Bugging and mugging with a big 12 guage
 Starving so bad I can see his ribcage
 Yo, you used to tell me all the time that you would be a model
 Later in life, you're living in a crack bottle
 So when you're begging on your knees because I'm clocking G's
 You'll be in zero degrees getting processed cheese
 Wearing Dungaress, yo baby I don't need a girl with broken hands
 Cause his man's a woman beater
 So when you get sores, from giving up drawers
 Remember Kool G Rap said "Truly Yours"

 Yo, I don't even know why you tried to play me honey
 Now I'm down with Warner Brothers getting Bugs Bunny money
 (Word, now you wild females know how G rap lives