Trust No b*tch lyrics

[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
Yes I'm too smart to get di*ked, 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 di*k 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, pass 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 ass hoes be wantin' to come up, shakin' that money maker
But I'll break her, cuz the b*tch is a faker
Or maybe she just don't know the formula, of how to get rich quick
Without makin' happy di*k
That's all the b*tch 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 di*k out now and then and let 'em slurp it
But I'm careful, bein' aware of the b*tches
That's torchin' n*ggas on purpose 'cause they think they deserve it
Yeah that's some cold sh*t, my experince oughta learn ya
That if a n*gga ain't tryna smoke ya a b*tch tryna burn ya, so

[Chorus: DJ Quik, scratched samples]
Trust no b*tch
Punk b*tches
Trust no hoe
Funky c*ck hoes
Trust no b*tch
Punk b*tches
Trust no hoe
Funky c*ck 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*tches I ain't the one
When I tell you to trust no b*tch, it might not occur to you
Females ain't the only b*tches that I'm referring to
See you can't help a b*tch, let alone treat swell a b*tch
'Cause a b*tch sold out, gon' sell out, or the b*tch gon' snitch
b*tches 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*cker fake you, f*ck you
And make you take they punk b*tch-ass to the bank, fool
See b*tches gets paid, these b*tches got charm
I see em all at the mall, on TV, and on my homies arms
Yeah, some of my homies got b*tches, but we breakin' b*tches, homie
So I come like this b*tch, act like you know me

[Chorus: DJ Quik, scratched samples]
Trust no b*tch
Punk b*tches
Trust no hoe
Funky c*ck hoes
Trust no b*tch
Punk b*tches
Trust no hoe
Funky c*ck hoes
[Verse 3: Eazy-E]
Eazy-E, the mothaf*ckin' manipulator
When it comes to pus*y holes, just watch how my di*k grows
But since all hoes fall in the b*tch category
Trustin' no hooker-ass b*tch is mandatory
How much do you you want b*tch? How much can you take?
'Cause a n*gga like the E you can't break
Put that skinny little ass in my face and I'll slap it
Whip out my di*k and let you lick before I tap it
My left hand's on your ass, my right hand's on your head
'Cause b*tches get the nut and n*ggas get the lead
Suckin' my di*k, lickin' my balls, make me come faster
Suckin' my toes, lickin' my ass, you know you are the master
Now you just won't stop
Suckin' everybody's di*k 'cause it's good till the last drop
But that sh*t won't phase me
I trust no car wreckin' b*tches, this one's for you, Tracy
Yeah, you biiitch!

[Chorus: DJ Quik, scratched samples]
Trust no b*tch
Punk b*tches
Trust no hoe
Funky c*ck hoes
Trust no b*tch
Punk b*tches
Trust no hoe
Funky c*ck hoes
Trust no b*tch
Punk b*tches
Trust no hoe
Funky c*ck hoes
Trust no b*tch
Punk b*tches
Trust no hoe
Funky c*ck hoes
[Verse 4: AMG]
pus*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*tches ain't sh*t, word to the diggy-diggy-di*k
Eazy-E, P-P-C, AMG & Quik
b*tch I ain't Babyface so save your whip appeal
I never go on dates with broke b*tches, that's free meals
I'm supposed to pay the way to lucrative panty deals?
b*tch 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 suck the di*k right and the pus*y's tight
I might not beat you down until the second night
Once a dog, always a dog, b*tch
You little trick-tramp sl*t with the big butt
'Cause you ain't sh*t, b*tch
I'd rather f*ck you than love you
b*tch I never trust ya

[Chorus: DJ Quik, scratched samples]
Trust no b*tch
Punk b*tches
Trust no hoe
Funky c*ck hoes
Trust no b*tch
Punk b*tches
Trust no hoe
Funky c*ck hoes
Trust no b*tch
Punk b*tches
Trust no hoe
Funky c*ck hoes
Trust no b*tch
Punk b*tches
Trust no hoe
Funky c*ck hoes

[Outro: DJ Quik, (Eazy-E,) scratched samples]
Hell mothaf*ckin' yeah
This is one for all them triflin'-ass, no-good, riff-raff
Crab-scratchin', once-a-month-bleedin'
No-douchin', disguistin' b*tches
You know you you're gettin this one from DJ Quik
My n*gga Eazy-mothaf*ckin'-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*tch Cindy is a mothaf*ckin' funky c*ck hoe
And Misha is a no good funky c*ck hoe
That b*tch Fada is a no good funky c*ck hoe
And Robin is a triflin'-ass hoe
Dana is a funky funky c*ck hoe
You know Vida is a triflin'-ass funky c*ck hoe
And Marcy's a disgusting funky c*ck hoe
And Karen is a funky ass funky c*ck hoe
Eazy said Tracy is a no good funky c*ck hoe
He said April is a triflin'-ass funky c*ck hoe

[Outro: Eazy-E]
And like I said before
All b*tches ain't sh*t