[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
Yes I'm too smart to get dicked, or so the case may be
That's how the ho felt when she found out that she couldn't play me
I know the game and I know it rather swell, too
Rubbin' up on my dick and givin' me hints that you interested
Thinkin' first you'll kiss my lips, you'll rub my hips and you'll take a sip
Of Hennessy, hit the hooter, pa** out and I'll take the strip
Hell nah, monkey mouth trick, ya stupid hoe
You must be a fool if you thinkin' that I don't know
But nah, you broke a** hoes be wantin' to come up, shakin' that money maker
But I'll break her, cuz the b**h is a faker
Or maybe she just don't know the formula, of how to get rich quick
Without makin' happy dick
That's all the b**h know, is how to be a mega-hoe
I guess it just goes to show that she's to ignorant to know
That I won't be played, or ganked or gaffled, but I ain't perfect
I whip the dick out now and then and let 'em slurp it
But I'm careful, bein' aware of the b**hes
That's torchin' n***as on purpose 'cause they think they deserve it
Yeah that's some cold sh**, my experince oughta learn ya
That if a n***a ain't tryna smoke ya a b**h tryna burn ya, so
[Chorus: DJ Quik, scratched samples]
Trust no b**h
Punk b**hes
Trust no hoe
Funky co*k hoes
Trust no b**h
Punk b**hes
Trust no hoe
Funky co*k hoes
Lemme hear it
[Verse 2: Playa Hamm]
I refuse to lose so I choose few and trust none
See my ladies I love, but to these b**hes I ain't the one
When I tell you to trust no b**h, it might not occur to you
Females ain't the only b**hes that I'm referring to
See you can't help a b**h, let alone treat swell a b**h
'Cause a b**h sold out, gon' sell out, or the b**h gon' snitch
b**hes wanna be and gon' always go be around
Watching what you do and tryna use you and keep you down
Playa Hamm ain't gon' bore you with a story, you got your own
I'm a strengthen your conviction to give that dog a bone
And move on, 'fore the motherf**er fake you, f** you
And make you take they punk b**h-a** to the bank, fool
See b**hes gets paid, these b**hes got charm
I see em all at the mall, on TV, and on my homies arms
Yeah, some of my homies got b**hes, but we breakin' b**hes, homie
So I come like this b**h, act like you know me
[Chorus: DJ Quik, scratched samples]
Trust no b**h
Punk b**hes
Trust no hoe
Funky co*k hoes
Trust no b**h
Punk b**hes
Trust no hoe
Funky co*k hoes
[Verse 3: Eazy-E]
Eazy-E, the mothaf**in' manipulator
When it comes to p**y holes, just watch how my dick grows
But since all hoes fall in the b**h category
Trustin' no hooker-a** b**h is mandatory
How much do you you want b**h? How much can you take?
'Cause a n***a like the E you can't break
Put that skinny little a** in my face and I'll slap it
Whip out my dick and let you lick before I tap it
My left hand's on your a**, my right hand's on your head
'Cause b**hes get the nut and n***as get the lead
s**in' my dick, lickin' my balls, make me come faster
s**in' my toes, lickin' my a**, you know you are the master
Now you just won't stop
s**in' everybody's dick 'cause it's good till the last drop
But that sh** won't phase me
I trust no car wreckin' b**hes, this one's for you, Tracy
Yeah, you biiitch!
[Chorus: DJ Quik, scratched samples]
Trust no b**h
Punk b**hes
Trust no hoe
Funky co*k hoes
Trust no b**h
Punk b**hes
Trust no hoe
Funky co*k hoes
Trust no b**h
Punk b**hes
Trust no hoe
Funky co*k hoes
Trust no b**h
Punk b**hes
Trust no hoe
Funky co*k hoes
[Verse 4: AMG]
p**y ain't nothin' but a hole in the nine-deuce
I'd rather make a mil' while I'm sippin' a cold brew
b**hes ain't sh**, word to the diggy-diggy-dick
Eazy-E, P-P-C, AMG & Quik
b**h I ain't Babyface so save your whip appeal
I never go on dates with broke b**hes, that's free meals
I'm supposed to pay the way to lucrative panty deals?
b**h please, you better hit the knees
Or you can even touch your toes
'Cause I'm still playin' ya'll punk hoes like dominoes
And if you s** the dick right and the p**y's tight
I might not beat you down until the second night
Once a dog, always a dog, b**h
You little trick-tramp s*ut with the big bu*t
'Cause you ain't sh**, b**h
I'd rather f** you than love you
b**h I never trust ya
[Chorus: DJ Quik, scratched samples]
Trust no b**h
Punk b**hes
Trust no hoe
Funky co*k hoes
Trust no b**h
Punk b**hes
Trust no hoe
Funky co*k hoes
Trust no b**h
Punk b**hes
Trust no hoe
Funky co*k hoes
Trust no b**h
Punk b**hes
Trust no hoe
Funky co*k hoes
[Outro: DJ Quik, (Eazy-E,) scratched samples]
Hell mothaf**in' yeah
This is one for all them triflin'-a**, no-good, riff-raff
Crab-scratchin', once-a-month-bleedin'
No-douchin', disguistin' b**hes
You know you you're gettin this one from DJ Quik
My n***a Eazy-mothaf**in'-E (Let's double up on them hoes)
AMG is definitely in the house
And the P-P-C is sendin' this to you
[Hook: DJ Quik, Scratched samples]
That b**h Cindy is a mothaf**in' funky co*k hoe
And Misha is a no good funky co*k hoe
That b**h Fada is a no good funky co*k hoe
And Robin is a triflin'-a** hoe
Dana is a funky funky co*k hoe
You know Vida is a triflin'-a** funky co*k hoe
And Marcy's a disgusting funky co*k hoe
And Karen is a funky a** funky co*k hoe
Eazy said Tracy is a no good funky co*k hoe
He said April is a triflin'-a** funky co*k hoe
[Outro: Eazy-E]
And like I said before
All b**hes ain't sh**