[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
  Na,na 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
  I ain't fuckin' wit' your daughter