1. Hello - (featuring Dr. Dre and MC Ren) 2. Pimp Homeo (Insert) * 3. You Ain't Gotta Lie (Ta Kick It) - (featuring Chris Rock) 4. The Gutter Shit - (featuring Jayo Felony, Gangsta, and Squeak Ru) 5. Supreme Hustle 6. Mental Warfare (Insert) * 7. 24 Mo' Hours 8. Until We Rich - (with Krayzie Bone) 9. You Can Do It - (featuring Mack 10 and Ms. Toi) 10. Mackin' & Driving (Insert) * 11. Gotta Be Insanity 12. Roll All Day 13. Can You Bounce? 14. Dinner With The CEO (Insert) * 15. Record Company Pimpin' 16. Waitin' Ta Hate 17. Nigga Of The Century

3. You Ain't Gotta Lie (Ta Kick It) - (featuring Chris Rock)[Chris Rock]You ain't gotta lie ta kick it[Ice Cube (verse one)]I know ya like to see me doin' badBut i'm doin' good, fuck the police that's rollin' thru my neighborhoodFuckin' peaker wood see me in the five speedI don't care if his motherfuckin' eyes bleed (yeah yeah!)This is my weed, this is my worldDon't get mad when you see them hundred spokes twirlCandied out while you spit yo' last on the pearlThe Don Daada, i'm hotta than holly wattaWish i was your baby fatha, cuz i got a fuckin' head on my shoulderAnd lead in my holster, face on the posterThe kinda nigga that you wanna get close ta'But you can't so you start the lyin'Just like that nigga that think he dyin'Get ta cryin', snitchin' and testifyin'To all my people if i'm talkin 'bout your baby mamaWhen she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama[Chris Rock]Yo Cube, im goan have all da biches here--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey ain't call me backBut i just paged my auntie--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--[Ice Cube]Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--[Ice Cube (verse two)]I'm a be as real as I can with thisNot just the fake analyst on canabis, who only say that the world isScandalist, without findin' out a way to handle thisDismantle this, either with the rhyme or the fistHow the fuck we get in the belly of this bitch?I be rich if it wasn't for the snitchLyin' to the enemies, wild conspiraciesI'm a say this 'till the day that I dieSeven thirty fives bring on bitches liesWhile you bullshitin', I'm hard hittin' like2pac, I keep spittin' 'till my heart stopYoung niggas tryin' to tell me that i'm playedOnce they say you played, nigga you must be payed (HA HA! huh ha)Pushin' weight since the tenth grade do my thingGot more plaques than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'[Chris Rock]Yo Cube, i got the new Biz 9000--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--I got the Playstation in the windshield nigga!--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--[Ice Cube]Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--[Ice Cube (verse three)]I hate to see your ass comin' (yep), with your mouth runnin'Talkin' 'bout somethin' (what?), that ain't meanin' nothin''Bout your second cousin (hmm), who be always buzzin'Where she was or wasn't, who she now fuckin'Stories by the dozen Punch you got the sequel (what?)To let you tell it Randy Moss is your peopleIt's evident, your ass lie like the presidentBut stretch marks on your mouth is the evidence (ha ha)How the fuck can your friends be the benjamins?! (punk)And your little ass car's full of fender benzThere you go on the stand with your hand up (lyin')Testifyin' about a man that's in handcuffsWe should do you like the Mack saidAnd if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a black headLet him ooze, let him looseLet him lie by his motherfuckin' ass on the news (yeah yeah)[Chris Rock]Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69 karots--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--It's Kryptonite nigga, Kryptonite!--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--[Ice Cube]Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me--You ain't got to lie ta kick it--[repeat last 4 lines][Chris Rock - ad lib outro...]

8. Until We Rich - (with Krayzie Bone)[Krayzie Bone]Nigga the mission's to get what you don't gotThe struggle it don't stop, until we drop[Ice Cube]Krayzie Bone and Ice Cube..The best thing in life in life is life (uh-huh, uh-huh)Get your mind right, and get your grind right (we gotta keep goin)[Krazyie] Hey young thugs (we gotta keep goin)Get your mind right, and get your grind right[Krazyie] Hey young thugs..Get your mind right, and get your grind right[Ice Cube]Look into my eyes if you wanna know meBefore you hypnotized, homey what do you seeA figure that's just a little bigger than dealersA hustler countin figures ain't pulled no triggersCan you dig us, we be the ultimate lickWe's the hitters, that make the ultimate hitsKinda floss-ey, kinda boss-eyIt's gotta be done my way, do what the {fuck} I sayTop of the pyramid, homey what I tell youIf you leave this Westside umbrella you hit the cellarBring me my slippers, black robe, and my globeand I could rule the world with my eyes closed(with my eyes closed..)[Chorus: Krayzie Bone]See the mission's to get what we don't gotuntil we filthy rich and on top ---- you betta go get it, it's yoursNigga the mission's to get what you don't gotThe struggle it don't stop until we drop[Cube]Krazyie Bone and Ice CubeSee the mission's to get what we don't gotuntil we filthy rich and on top ---- you betta go get it, it's yoursNigga the mission's to get what you don't gotThe struggle it don't stop until we drop[Ice Cube]To all the little homies that's watchin TVI see you tryin to be a O.G. like meChasin dreams, pullin mo' schemes for wealthBut the best thing in life is health, be yourself playaTelevision it'll keep yo' ass wishin forever You'll never get you life togetherDon't talk about death, I got too much life to liveToo many orders to give -- what it is, showbizTaught you what a trick and a hoe is (WHAT?)Showed you what a Six-ty Fo' is (WHAT?)Lord knows, "In God We Trust"and everybody in the world wanna be like us (everybody)[Chorus][Ice Cube]To the kids of the world that's waitin for wealthWaitin for health, you better do for selfHomey that's yo' last cupForget about the fast buck; boy, get you ass upPeople use yo' brain to gainDo something that ain't never been done; and we can spend hun'sWipe our ass with twenties, light our joints with onesThrow away the guns, have nuttin but funAnd homey we could do that {shit}!Police have a fit, when yo' paper's legitWe gotta get off the phone, we gotta teach our ownSend your baby to school and she'll come back grownWe got to talk to our grandma'sAnd she'll help us throught them dark halls, and them pitfallsEverybody know we got the world to gainWe got to stop the pain, lord stop the rain[Chorus][Ice Cube]Keep goin, little homey why you slowin?Keep rollin, little homey why you slowin?Keep rollin, little homey why you slowin?Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin[Krayzie Bone]Hey young thugs, the world is yours..Hey young thugs, the world is yours..Hey young thugs, the world is yours..Yeah young thug, the world is yours..Hey young thugs, the world is yours..Hey young thugs, the world is yours..Hey young thugs, the world is yours..(get your mind right, and get your grind right)Yeah young thug, the world is yours..Hey young thugs, the world is yours.. (Ice Cube..)Hey young thugs, the world is yours..(the best thing in life is life)Hey young thugs, the world is yours.. (I got to say it twice)Yeah young thug, the world is yours..(the best thing in life is life)Hey young thugs, the world is yours..(get your mind right, and get your grind right)Hey young thugs, the world is yours..Hey young thugs, the world is yours..Yeah young thug, the world is yours..

13. Can You Bounce?--Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake itWiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little--[Ice Cube]Baby baby can you bouce to this (bounce)Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (bounce)Turn it up, we can clown to thisThrow your hands in the air if you down with this[verse one]I hear you bragin 'bout the money you foldin'Same nigga that be kissin' my colonWhen you picture me rollin'Nigga picture me holdin', pure heat like NolanThey call me Poppa DoctorSee your bitch and i knock herI collect them like PokemonFrom Nokishan, accept the ones with no behindYou can keep 'em, keep 'em from creepin' where i'm sleepin'Same bitch and same club every weekendSame drink, same dress, brainlessWhat would you do if i handed you a stainlessCan't fuck with a girl that's gamelessWould you tell the po-po's what my name isBaby baby can you bouce to this (baby bounce)Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (smoke an ounce)Turn it up, we can clown to thisThrow your hands in the air if you down with this (yeah yeah)--Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake itWiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little-- [repeat][verse two]Don't stop get it get itI'm not the kind to get jiggy with itI'm the kind to get niggy with itI'm a show you what it's all about, trick!Shake yo' ass till your curls fall out, bitch!Don't pretend you can live without, dick!Come with me ain't no doubt that i'm, rich!Whatchoo goan do in the early 'mornWhen the lights come on, and your drink is goneDo you think you grownThink we convone (?)It's a party at my house i got drinks at homeGet to undressin', pull out the lethal weaponLook you in the eye and i aks you one questionBaby baby can you bouce to this (bounce)Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (what choo smokin' on?)Turn it up, we can clown to thisThrow your hands in the air if you down with this--Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake itWiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little-- [repeat][Jay-Z sample]---"Bounce, bitch, bounce wit me wit me...can ya"---[repeat][verse three]Who that nigga that be in the club every weekWho that cheep mutherfucker won't buy you a drinkWho that bitch dressed like a freak but she won't speakWho that hoe think she is, like her shit don't stinkWho that player on the floor, sweatin' in all silkWho that girl showin' tits, like she got milkWho that hater in the corner, always on tiltWho that fool in the parking lot about to get killed (yeah)Baby baby can you bouce to this (can you bounce)Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (blaze one)Turn it up, we can clown to thisThrow your hands in the air if you down with this(if you down with this)Baby baby can you bouce to this (huh)Fuck around and smoke an ounce to this (dogg best C.G.(?)Turn it up, we can clown to thisThrow your hands in the air if you down with this--Bounce it bounce it, shake it shake itWiggle wiggle, Make it jiggle, just a little-- [repeat]yeah, Ice Cube (bounce it, bounce it...)[Jay-Z sample]---"Bounce, bitch, bounce wit me wit me...can ya"---[repeat]

15. Record Company Pimpin'[Ice Cube]Please listen to my demo [x8]A nigga told me, the record company's the pimpThe artist is the hoe, The stage is the cornerAnd the audience is the trip, god damn[verse one]Incredible young nigga, you can't belive i'm just one niggaGod damn i've gotten biggerIntellect superior,Walk in a room and make the whole interior, inferiorIf you look me in my eyesYou might fuck around and loose control of your mind body and your soulGrab aholdUndisputed on the microphone, what choo thinkIf you wink, i'll make you ich thinkDid you blink, did you ever drink your own brain matterShotgun enima, this ain't no cinemaAll praises due to the creator--for this man here, that can't no nigga stand near--True, inventor of the double-youWhat choo wanna do, i got the red and the blueShow me one nigga dedicated to rapsI'll show you ten niggas dedicated to snapsRecord company death traps settin' decoysJust to pimp young b-boysWith a cup full of yak, studio contactManiac with a contractWell turn up the bass and the motherfuckin' trebleAbout to do a deal with the devil for my vocal levelBullshit points, plus he want to rub it inAnd take all my publishin', god damnDo i take it up the rectumJust to rock the spectrumGive up a right arm, just to do a formHell no, all you motherfukers goan leave this bitch limpin'No more, record company pimpin'No more (No more), record company pimpin'No more (No more), record company pimpin'No more (No more), record company pimpin'No more No more No more No moreYou ain't pimpin' me (uhn uhh, uhn uhh)I ain't pimpin' you (uhn uhh, uhn uhh)I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free)So what we gonna do (can i holla at you, holla at you)You ain't pimpin' me (please listen to my demo)I ain't pimpin' you (please listen to my demo)I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free)So what we gonna do (can i holla at you, holla at you)[verse two]I'ma keep it simple, it went from "please listen to my demo"To "get your ass out my limo"Stretch presidentialIt's essential cuz the record company will have your ass in a rentalIf you let 'em, You have to behead 'emContracts you never read 'emCEO's you never met 'emSent to an atourney, Burnstein and BurneyNigga that's his lawyer, ain't got nothin' for yaTreat ya like they emloy ya, i'm a warriorBite you in the ass like a Georgetown HoyaWhen they ignore ya cause, you got to hold your ballsCatch a motherfucker slippin' in bathroom stallsAnd then you show 'em that you ain't a rookieLet 'em know that you'd rather have, more points than more pussyPimp turned bookieNow how the fuck i get in so much debtGod damn, we just metWelcome to the rap gameMotherfucker be confused and broke before he know whats happenin'You can be the star and fuck womenI'ma just play the back and keep winnin'No more (No more), record company pimpin'No more (No more), record company pimpin'No more (No more), record company pimpin'No more No more No more No moreYou ain't pimpin' me (please listen to my demo)I ain't pimpin' you (please listen to my demo)I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free)So what we gonna do (i got to holla at you, holla at you)You ain't pimpin' me (uhn uhh, uhn uhh)I ain't pimpin' you (uhn uhh, uhn uhh)I just wanna be free (i just wanna be free)So what we gonna do (can i holla at you, holla at you)It went from please listen to my demoTo get your ass out my limo [x4][outro]Mama's, don't let your kids grow up to be rappersUnless you tell them if they gonna get in this buisnessThey better learn this buisnessOr they goan get fuckedSimple as thatSimple as that

16. Waitin' Ta Hate(Ain't no 'California Love') (Love) (Love)...I see them niggasYou see them niggas?I see them niggasLook at them niggas just waitin to hate (wait)Waitin to hate, waitin to hate (look at them niggas)Look at them bitches just waitin to hate (wait)Waitin to hate (wait) waitin to hate[VERSE 1]Get your ride on, ride onThis ain't the day for you to die on, die onI'm a nigga that they lie on, lie onSee these shoes you wanna try on, try onYo, we can go to war with the enemyAll we need is A.K.s and HennessyThis ain't back in the days of TennesseePull the trigger and release the energy [shots]See muthafuckas run till they catch oneIn the back, and it might cause a cardiacBitch act like he died and we brought him backHim screamin for his mama and his sister packFlatline -These niggas wanna act likeThey ain't never had a full can of act-rightMake me pull out my gat, rightAnd smoke his muthafuckin ass like a crackpipeSo what you sayin, muthafucka?We ain't playin, muthafuckaA.K.'in muthafuckasSo what you sayin, muthafucka?We ain't playin, muthafuckaA.K.'in muthafuckasLook at them niggas just waitin to hate (wait)Waitin to hate, waitin to hate (look at them niggas)Look at them bitches just waitin to hate (hate)Waitin to hate (hate) waitin to hate[VERSE 2]Get your smoke on, smoke onHere's another verse to choke on, choke onTo all my niggas in the pen, get your yoke onTo all my thugs in the house, get your loc onWe can really give a fuck about a broke homeAll we care about is bitches we can poke onNigga, what's that bullshit that you spoke on?Better roll on 'fore we split your whole domeCause you're fuckin with Ice Cube the TerribleFuck around, I make your life unbearableMake you live all scary and carefulCome through my neighborhood, you better tip-toeCause if you loud, then you might get chased downWestside Connection catch a case nowPo-po's find your monkey ass face downTell your mama that you in a better place nowSo what you sayin, muthafucka?We ain't playin, muthafuckaA.K.'in muthafuckasSo what you sayin, muthafucka?We ain't playin, muthafuckaA.K.'in muthafuckasLook at them niggas just waitin to hate (wait)Waitin to hate (hate) waitin to hate (look at them niggas)Look at them bitches just waitin to hate (wait)Waitin to hate (hate) waitin to hate (look at them bitches)(Ain't no 'California Love') (Love) (Love)'You can hate me now'(Ain't no 'California Love') Ah-ah (Love) (Love)[VERSE 3]To all my niggas with the lleyoThey rock it up like Play-DohThey cook it up like WacoBetter do what I say soBetter lay low, cause you fuckin with a haloDeath to the niggas with the big mouthAnd death to you devils from the Old SouthAnd death to you hoes turnin tricks outAnd death everyone that go the bitch routeCheck itIf you infected by this recordBow down butt-nakedAnd pray to GodIce Cube won't spare the rodWestside Connection here to mob, nigga, robWe can take it to the streetsWe can take it to the concreteYou niggas know where the Don beYou bitches ain't tryin to find meAll you haters need to shut the fuck up and get behind meLook at them niggas just waitin to hate (look at em)Waitin to hate (look) waitin to hate (look at them niggas)Look at them bitches just waitin to hate (ugh)Waitin to hate (ugh) waitin to hateSo what you sayin, muthafucka?We ain't playin, muthafuckaA.K.'in muthafuckasSo what you sayin, muthafucka?We ain't playin, muthafuckaA.K.'in muthafuckasThis is dedicated To them hatersWho ain't gon' kill nothinAnd who ain't gon' let nothin dieYou know emYou know emWhen you see Ice Cube you better hollaAnd pop a collarWhen you see Ice Cube you better hollaAnd pop a collar

17. Nigga Of The Century[Ice Cube]Say you little son of a bitch, what choo tryin' to be?--when i'm big i wanna be a thug----you wanna be a thug, huh?! (yeah yeah)What choo know (about) a thug, huh?! (yeah yeah)You wanna see the bad guy?!Look at Ice Cube (yeah yeah), that's the bad guy!You need people like him, can point cha fingas!Huh?! (yeah yeah) the fuck you know about this shit?!You ready to die?! O - K A YWhere is that, you ready?Cuz they ain't touch the bad guy!!! oKay?--I'm the nigga of the century--oh, so zhuu a bad guy, c'mon prove itc'mon, you think you bad?How bad you are?!--I'm the nigga of the century-c'mon lets see how bad you arec'mon bad guy! C'MOAWNL!!!--[verse one]We the worsest, all purposeYou want murderers?well you Serve us, hattin' motherfuckers with curb dustYou heard us, don't shit make us nervousNot even when these fuckin' feds try to serve usMention me, when you write it in your historyAs a nigger with the key to the misteryGrand motta ain word don't mean shit to meWho gives a fuck what they think, and what they seeLive how i got to liveGive what i got to giveTeach my kids positive, as well as the negativeHope to raise better kidsThe world needs a seditive, pray to god that we let him live--Cuz you bad guy!-- I'm the nigga of the century--The diamond scruff!--All you niggas better mention me--Me that's who!--It ain't no mysteryGoin' down in history, niggas better mention me--You better mention me!--I'm the nigga of the century--O - K A Y !!!--All you niggas better mention me--Me that's who!--It ain't no mysteryGoin' down in history, niggas better mention me[verse two]A nigga told me to keep hope aliveSurvive, and 95 'ill get you paradiseSo i tried, nigga had to swallow his prideBut look into my eyes, i'm too wise to cook friesTwelveth grade graduation, summer vacationMama said get the facin' on them applicationsDidn't know back then, i was too youngPublic school made me dumb as a motherfuckerWhat should i do in my lifeReverend Price, do you got some adviceBefore i roll the diceA nigga don't wanna shoot craps, cuz it ain't all fun and gamesWhen you tryin' to get that money mangGangbang, maintain or slang caneT.V. got a nigga where he can't use his brainWhat the fuck you talkin' bout, choose or looseBitch i don't know the motherfuckin' rules! (for real)--Cuz you bad guy!-- I'm the nigga of the century--The diamond scruff!--All you niggas better mention me--Me that's who!-- It ain't no mysteryGoin' down in history, niggas better mention me--You better mention me!--I'm the nigga of the century--O - K A Y !!!--All you niggas better mention me--Me that's who!--It ain't no mysteryGoin' down in history, niggas better mention me[verse three]Who am i when it's do or dieYou can see a man's sould thru the human eyeCan't spend all your lifetime gettin' highCuz you and i got to do, for you and iAcktin' wild as a jevenileNow my whole life depends on the outcome of a trialWait-pow! these people ain't playin' nowGot to bring 85 percent of the time nowFuck that, rather roll with the ruff packIn the jet black, listenin' to ruff rapSee it's quite simple, you bitches ass niggas don't knowWhat i've been thru, the weather's presedentialThe warfare's mental, i sell my soul to the lordFor the perfect instrumentalAnd the number two pencilAnd all the hussle found in chromasones of my kinfolk--Cuz you bad guy!-- I'm the nigga of the century--The diamond scruff!--All you niggas better mention me--Me that's who!-- It ain't no mysteryGoin' down in history, niggas better mention me--You better mention me!--I'm the nigga of the century--O - K A Y !!!--All you niggas better mention me--Me that's who!-- It ain't no mysteryGoin' down in history, niggas better mention me--yeah, ok ok ok ok, call loko take it easy mang, choo got it!Choo leave it the fuckin' illest nigga to fuckin' shit you!Dess no problem withs that! gawn'na fuck dat!June have a fuckin' heart attackIt's over! EVERYBODY KNOWS NOW!It's no fuckin' secretJoo know dis motherfucker, O - K A Y ?!!It's over! that's it, die !!!BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!! BANG !!!--[Ice Cube - 'Pushsin Weight' sample]I got that bomb...bomb...tit-tit...Tity-tit...tity-tity...tity bomb...bomb...bomb w-when I hit you uhh uhh uhh...~