(Yeah, for your nation...
   for your nation...)
  
   Verse One:
  
   A bitch nigga wit an attitude named Cube
   Step to Com wit a feud
   Now what the fuck I look like dissing a whole coast
   You ain't made shit dope since AmeriKKKa's Most
   Wanted to cease from the Midwest to the East
   On the dick of the East for your 1st release
   Your lease is up at the crib, house niggaz get evicted
   And videos wit white boys talking you get Wicked
   Natural Born Killa, nigga you natural born God
   Look, read listen, got the nerve to say you rob
   Hyprocrite, I'm filling out your Death Certificate
   Slanging bean pies and St Ide's in the same sentence
   Shoulda repented, on the 16th of October
   Get some beats besides George Clinton to rock over
   Rap career is over, better off acting
   What trouble I see, you're managing WC and Wack 10
   You backed in to a four corner hustla
   Lying on your dick, said you was fuckin her
   Use Higher Learning, don't take my words out of text
   Went from gangsta to Islam to the dick of Das EFX
   It'll take the Nation of Millions to Hold Me Back
   From giving you mouth shots or hit wit the pipe Ralph got
   When sucker ain't around, it's your Friday, it was good
   I wasn't salty, she was wit the Boyz N the Hood
  
   Chorus:
  
   I see the bitch in you when you don't speak your mind
   The bitch in you, looking me in my eyes lyin
   I see the bitch in you, simply hard, you find
   The bitch in you but yo it's coming out
  
   Verse Two:
  
   Up on this rap shit, Cube, I'm calling out
   I break in and smack niggaz that's in the Slaughterhouse
   This ain't no East coast, West coast, none of the above
   I'm from Chi, I went to Cali, niggaz gave me love
   There's a thin line between the fake and the real
   Grafted ass nigga, I see through your Glass Shield
   Had skills once upon a time on this project, yo
   I'm a have ta wreck a Ho'shea
   I heard a ho say you her favorite rapper
   (So what) so I had to slap her, ugn
   And violate you, a Muslim drinking brew
   Your nigga ain't no Mack 10, he's a 22
   I seen you, you ain't say shit to ATL
   Cube, I like that diamond charm, I might cuff it, then sell
   It out, like you sold Kam and Threat
   A year ago, you wasn't talking shit about the West
   Guess you knew you're shit was done plus the one got you cable
   Hoo Bangin, you ain't banging shit but the table
   And the Circle Madd, ain't got no choice but to fight
   Ain't none of y'all muthafukas got a chance on the mic
   Anytime you come out, yo, I'm a talk about you
   Until you let that bitch in you, walk up out you
   Any last words before I hit the switch
   From the immortal words of one, a bitch is a bitch
  
   Chorus