[Ice Cube Talking]. Damn what you doing over here? Whassup?. Yeah I was thinking about you the other day. And I was thinking I should have never fucked wit' your ass. I should have left you right where I founnd you. My bed (echo). [Verse 1]. When I was with you all you ever do was bitch. Talk shit but you could suck dick. So I didn't sweat all the fussin' and cussin'. On New Year's Eve the night I was bussin'(wow). I would stress and strain to mantain. And didn't need to hear your motherfucking ass complain. About niggaz in the house (mm) feet on the couch. Talkin' all loud (yeah) blunt in my mouth (yeah). Bitch I got fifty cents on this genesis. Talkin' 'bout niggaz got to vacate the premises. (She's dead) Homie histor. An' outa nowhere your ass got hard. Poured out the pub then you got drugged. We at it again I tried to count to ten. There's no end to your naggin'. You can't treat me like I'm faggin' hoe. You see I'm saggin' (no). Why I gotta act like a motherfucking asshole (why). To be king of my motherfucking castle. You'll never be the missus (never). Breakin' all my dishes. And fuck all my X-bitches. [Chorus 1]. Fuck you fuck you and fuck you. The world ain't yours the world ain't yours. (repeat). [Verse 2]. On an' off off an' on bitch I'm grown. So stop playing on my phone (stop). It was a time we used to bump and grind. And find heaven (ahh). Without a motherfucking reverend. Managoua twages and bomb-ass massages. And dreams of three-car garages. You say I'm cheating when I'm up at the studio. Come to find out you the hoe oh. And you was way out. Talkin' 'bout rap was gonna play ya. And I was wasting my time writing rhyme (hahaha). You made yourself loud and clear. You wanted me to choose between you and my career (bitch). Started fucking with this baller named Chris. Couldn't resist the Rolex on his wrist. I kept on writing my raps with profanity. Now I'm on tour fucking bitches like Fanady. You tried to diss this now you missed this. And the first and fifteenth is like Christmas. Send me naked pictures but give it a rest. With Mrs Ice Cube tatood on your breast. Now you at the back door of my show. Dressed like a hoe axin' could you blow (no). Hell no but it's still delicious. Went from rags to riches. And fuck all my X-bitches. [Chorus 2]. Fuck you fuck you especially you. The world ain't yours the world ain't yours. (repeat). Now I hear you sayin' "Yeah I used to fuck 'em". Not lettin' 'em know I was a young buck then. Niggaz axin' me "Man did you love her?". Loved her stupid ass enough to fuck her with a rubber (bitch). Now I hear I'm your big brother (who?). Second cousin friend. Bitch since when?. Incest ain't the way I swing (nah). Never bought your ass a goddamn thing. That I had to pay for. I was hateful. Ungrateful (uh) and never faithful. Fuckin' everything that I could get my paws on. Walkin' through hell with gasoline draws on. Now I'm on the mic music is my life. Kids and a wife heard you was a dite (damn). It's your thing if you like the switches. But it's my world and fuck all my X-bitches. (Chorus 1). (Chorus 2). [Ice Cube talking]. Never go down the same road twice. Advice from the big homie Ice Cube. Hmm girl you better get away from here. I don't want that shit no more. Nana ahem and don't be callin' at my mama' house neither. I'm through wit' you. I'm through wit' you. I done got smarter. I done got smarter.