Now see, I try to keep the peace But your lies is killin' me Yo ass is in these streets On them bogus, late-night creeps You said you were with your boys Then tried to switch it Go 'head with the bullshit 'Cause I ain't none of these bitches The truth is coming to getcha Pain is about to splitcha You done put your hands on me And Dre is about to get withcha I done messed around and spotted you Like you was famous Now you got the dumb look on your face like Whatcha name is? Nigga, I know whatcha game is! You done lied to me so much, it's painless Boy, you took mommy's first seed for granted Now your cheating ass is about to be strained 'Cause most of y'all niggas can't deal with the truth Be hatin' when your woman start hit you with the truth Tryin' to turn it all around when you know it's the truth And you always runnin' away from the truth You lied till you make yourself think it's the truth Undress the lie, tell what you got: Truth Should have been up front and just told the truth But instead, you wanna go and try to hide the truth Now see, time and time again, you got away with murder The bitch calls here again, see, I'ma have to hurt her Fool that you roll with, he be hittin' on me You so busy partyin', your too damn blind to see You don't think that I know that scheme Your mess with the intelligence of a wise ghetto queen Boy, it ain't much you can get past me I will leave yo ass cryin', take it from me 'Cause most of y'all niggas can't deal with the truth Be hatin' when your woman start hit you with the truth Tryin' to turn it all around when you know it's the truth And you always runnin' away from the truth You lied till you make yourself think it's the truth Undress the lie, tell what you got: Truth Should have been up front and just told the truth But instead, you wanna go and try to hide the truth Mommy, listen up! You got me confused Told you I was out smokin' with my dudes Then we pop chrys right after we hit the Swiss Then later on that night, you ain't gonna believe this shit There was a knock at the door Now check it: I'm 'bout to hip ya The door opens, what, about ten or eleven strippers? The first thing I did was went into a room to pick up A phone to call you, but, no, said the liquor But now, I got the hiccups Hands up, like a stick-up! Got to come all up in here and hear your ass bicker And after all that, what make this shit the worse? Even though I'm wrong, I admit the truth hurts Hum, see, some of y'all niggas can't deal with the truth Be hatin' when your woman start hit you with the truth Tryin' to turn it all around when you know it's the truth And you always runnin' away from the truth See, you lied till you make yourself think it's the truth Undress the lie, tell what you got: Truth Should have been up front and just told the truth But instead, you wanna go and try to hide the truth