Ice Cube - Don't Trust 'em Lyrics

You can't trust a big butt and a smile
No, that's the old style
In ninety two, 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 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 jack you for your date and chains
Now shit done changed
'Cause you gots to watch the ones in the skirt
And it ain't about getti'n 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

(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!)
(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!)

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 dubs
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 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!" 'Cause 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!

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 different 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 motherfuckin' 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 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!

(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!)
(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!)