The Truth

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