[repeated riff from the Beatles' "Do You Want To Know A Secret?"]

Verse 1: JT Money

Bitches with jericurls I can't stand

Now this is comin' straight from the Money Man

I used to fuck this hoe now I hate her

Wherever she went she left Activator

I mean her neck was so greasy and black

The mom even had to talk behind her back

And when the boys heard about the sis

They said "Yo I'ma tell you like this:

If the girl sits on your couch,

Be prepared to get the stain out."

But I forgot, and that was it

And when she did the shit, mom had a fit

And was askin' me where I found her

Sayin' don't bring another around her

But even now, as long as it's been,

She'll check the hair before lettin' 'em in

Verse 2: Debonaire

Jericurls I hate - it'll make

A bitch get dissed on a blind date

While walkin' out on her. I wouldn't

Put a bitch like that on the corner

I hate it with a passion, 'cause, number

One, it's a fucked-up fashion

Believe I've seen enough, and what's rough,

The hoes wanna meet us, but I ain't with it

A jeri-bitch? She can forget it!

Every time you with her, kiss

On her neck and her tit'll taste bitter

Plus it got a nasty smell; some sayin' I-double-L

Them hoes can forget it, because

Debonaire: I ain't with it

Verse 3: JT Money

Jericurls I've seen enough of

Believe me, I don't know what's rougher

When your car seems greasy, or

When because some lazy-ass whore

Gets too lazy to do us shit

So the bitch goes out and gets

That jericurl, me in her wallet

If she comes around me, a