Don’t Trust ’Em Ice Cube

[Intro: Al Pacino]
Who do I trust?
Me! That's who!

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
You can't trust a big butt and a smile
No, that's the old style
In ['91], 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 she get socked up
You be broke and locked up
But the new's done hit
Bitches all over on some new and improved shit
To all y'all macks
Come to find out that bitches are pulling jacks
I remember every night all you had to worry about
Was getting caught at a red light
And a nigga jack you for your Dana Dane’s
Now shit done changed
'Cause you gots to watch the ones in the skirt
And it ain't about getting burnt
I know it sounds strange
But could you stop thinking 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!