Released: November 22, 1994

Songwriter: Ice Cube Doctor Jam Madness 4 Real

Producer: Madness 4 Real Doctor Jam

[Refrain]
You don't wanna fuck wit these

[Verse 1]
You don't wanna fuck wit these
Run up you big-ass bitch and I'll have you clockin' G's
Wit my knockout jab, mess around and stab
Yo' ass in the gut, I don't give a fuck
Down with the brown, clownin' these honkies
That got us in the mix with they 666
Tricks get found, stinkin' like tuna
Bailin' through your hood in my fresh suede Pumas
And I don't hit gates, nigga pump yo' brakes
Cause I ain't runnin', you better start gunnin'
Take your hand off your metal
There's nowhere to hide, cause the world is a ghetto
Want my afro long like Mad Dawg
On a velvet poster, 40 on the coaster
Cause moms don't play that shit
Been hard on a nigga since 8-8-6
Sayin' you need Jesus, cause I got the fresh sweatshirt
With the three fat, creases
And it's on like that, nigga where you at?
At a phone booth, I'm comin' in the Coupe
Beanie pull over, fool there they go
Drive real slow so we can let them hoes know
That G's even bust on L.A.P.D.'s
Make 'em eat cheese cause they don't wanna fuck with these

[Refrain]
And he don't wanna fuck wit these

[Verse 2]
I got mo' flavor than a ho with a dick
And a stick of gum on her tongue, I get you sprung
With the psycho-alpha-disco, my fist go
In my pocket, grabbin' on my pistol
But I won't pull it out 'til it's time to spit
Make the girls say, "Damn, niggas can't have shit"
Cause I see Satan, waitin' in the cut
For this black motherfucker, to bail out his hut
And I don't give a mad-ass fuck
About a sheriff who's tryin' to tear-off a hair off
My chinny chin chin hit him up with the right
And then I bend bend got his ass in my sight
My Chuck's hit the cement, then I bent the corner
Yellin', "Cop Killer", and fuck Time-Warner"
Got the wick-a-tick niggas say, damn he's so sweet
Hypnotize yo' ass like that shit "Knee Deep"
And you hate it, gang-affiliated
Niggas be bumpin', just a little somethin'
From that loc'ed out nigga that cater to the O.G.'s
And let you know, that you don't wanna fuck wit these

[Refrain]
And you don't wanna fuck wit these
And you don't wanna fuck wit these

[Verse 3]
Rollin' through the hood, when I see a bitch
I hit the switch, she's on my dick
Fresh t-shirt, thick like I hangs
They say I got St. Ide's rushin' through my veins
From the CRASH units, all the way to Vice
They claimin' Ice Cube, ain't nuttin nice
Cause I keep hittin', fuck Bill Clinton
No repentin', just representin'
I can walk through the park cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, cause I ain't the one
Bang you're dead, brains out your head
I wish I was the nigga that invented infrared
Now I got it poppin' but what's that odor?
Smells like a hot pot of that bakin' soda
Cause I know niggas from A's to Z's slangin' ki's
Sayin' you don't wanna fuck wit these

Nigga please

Ice Cube

Straight outta South Central Los Angeles, Ice Cube became one of the most respected rappers in hip-hop, helping to usher in the era of gangsta rap with N.W.A and as a solo artist. He has gone on to become a mogul in Hollywood but still remains true to the game that brought him his success.

Born O'Shea Jackson on June 15, 1969, Ice Cube got his name from his older brother, who threatened to put him in a freezer and pull him out when he was an ice cube. He began rapping in high school and started his rap career as a member of Stereo Crew, which released the single “She’s a Skag” through Epic Records in 1986, and C.I.A. with the 1987 track “My Posse.” Both groups featured producer Sir Jinx, the cousin of DJ/producer Dr. Dre.

Ice Cube’s big break came when he wrote the song “Boyz n the Hood” for Eazy-E, which led to the formation of N.W.A. as a group. After the release of the 1987 compilation N.W.A. and the Posse, the group released their classic debut Straight Outta Compton in 1988. A financial dispute caused Cube to leave the group in 1989 and start his successful solo career, starting with his 1990 platinum debut Amerikkka’s Most Wanted.