Lyrics:

[verse 1]
I crave to understand just why you would wanna split when i used to be your man yo, we used to be the shit our relationship was real to the deal not play-dough everything was groovy(coolie?) like a cigarette with yayo then you started flippin' say you wanna hit the clubs but going out dancing never interfered with us in the past honey-dip so why’s it make a diff now? when i start to get a word you would start to whiff like how my brothers start to whiff if we’s about to have some beef i feel like smacking you in the grill and removing some of your teeth but i chill, and kept my temper cool like the breeze cause i thought you were my girl and not just another skeeze in the past you used to flip and tried to dip i used to chase you cause i thought deep down inside that i could not replace you not about getting girlies cause im hip to the seed ive been knocking crazy boots since before my early teens but i mean by your emotion your love and your devotion now i’m thinking different cause i drank another potion i dont give a fuck about you. and all your so-called friends, motherfuck them too you probably can't understand that’s why i’m flippin' like a coin but yo the pain that i felt was like a kick to my groin or maybe worse, some type a' curse, or even voodoo i wish i would have known that that’s the type of damage you do i would have kept stepping you know moving like (so to so?) i thought that you was real but yo you’re faker than fake gold and now you’re gonna act like i’ll never never leave ya, i may want'cha but bitch i dont need ya

[Chorus x4]
I don't need ya, bitch, I don't need ya

[verse 2]
Now a woman can bring you up or a woman can bring you down but i ain’t the one you stupid bitch, so how ya sound? saying that i need ya to survive, i bet with food and water hoe that i can stay alive and yo you know i can't forget about a fat blunt but no one ever said i had to have a whack stunt now this ain't dedicated to all Nubian women just the ones that i cannot understand how they be livin'
I can't seem to figure why the hoes stay behind me i heard they want a nigga with the dope in the 90’s well baby don’t mind me cause my name ain’t sammy sucka for me to go and give a hoe some dough because i fucked her
Now i got the sisters in rap down to attack but all that ladies first shit can kick it to the back i never had objections to opening a door or pulling up a chair for a girl that’s not a whore
But hearing them problems (all day? go they?) to me that’s kinda drastic they’re just like sins they take your cash through your plastic well baby doll i ain't the motherfuckin' one, who says i gotta pay ya cause i get the job done and though i get it done who says i get it done for you?
And since ya ain’t crippled why dont'cha get a jobs too?
Now sisters in rap gets mad at me, just because the sci kicks re-al-ity i wouldn’t have have a thing to say if bitches wouldn’t do it and since ya do do it, why dont'cha face up to it? talkin' all that shit like you know i’ll never leave ya, i may want'cha but bitch i dont need ya

[Chorus x4]
I don't need ya, bitch, I don't need ya

[verse 3]
Im the man im the man im the man dont forget it bitch cause when you found out who i was you started sweating this well now you’re frontin' like you’re all T-H-A-T i must protest your no contester, you ain't' playin' me cause if i didn’t put you up you wouldn’t have a crib and if i never bust a nut how would you have a kid see black men are the future as well so you bitches need to stop frontin' like its all about yourselves and reunite with the true black brother cause you ain't lookin' white when you rollin' with that, other pale skin lookin' motherfucka, forget the jungle fever need to leave the little sucka and roll with the blackness, yes you tried to defy but ya need to give some slack miss or i might have to leave ya, cause yo i may want ya but bitch i dont need ya

[Chorus x4]
I don't need ya, bitch, I don't need ya