(Ah yeah)

(Y'all Hip Hop hoes)

(Check this out)

(Bitch)

Yeah bitch

No more Mister Nice Guy

Y'all bitches check this shit out right here now

Word up baby

No more Mister Nice Guy

Fuck all the bullshit

Fuck all that nice shit

No more Mister Nice Guy

(You are not the sensitive man you used to be)

I used to be romantic and considerate

But now I hit the skins I jump right in, and then get rid of it

Cause I remember when you used to treat me like a stepson

You hung around for fun but yo, I wasn't gettin wet none

Treated you like you was a star big as Madonna

I took you out on dates to go eat steaks at Benny Harner's

I called you on the telephone to see what you was doin

Took a trip to the zoo and bulls were steady tryina do it

??? but I didn't get my rocks off

Talkin bout knockin boots, I didn't even get your socks off

Tryin everything inside the book to get you naked

I guess the candlelight dinners and Spinners records didn't make it

But yo, I'm still ringin your bell holdin roses

We might as well been Eskimos in clothes rubbin noses

I woulda gave you stars from out the sky

But soon as I got the pie

Poof - no more Mister Nice Guy

(You bitch)

Bitch you're actin real funny with your pussy

Yeah bitch

No more Mister Nice Guy

Bitch I been waitin for like a fuckin month and a half

Word up baby

No more Mister Nice Guy

What the fuck is the problem?

What's the problem?

Fuck that shit

No more Mister Nice Guy

Fuck you and your pussy

(Bitch)

(Ah yeah)

(What's the matter,