Player - Tairrie B., Eazy-E, Dr. Dre

Dr. Dre- Yeah I posed the same girl.

Man, she was like big ego tripping on to

something, you know what I’m saying?

Eazy-E-Yeah I was stepped up to her.

Man, she acted like she didn’t know who I

was

(Now, ain’t that a bitch.)

Well, here’s a low down

Coming at you Comptown, style

Ruthless and wild

That’s shows and everywhere I go

So yo, for those who don’t know

What I mean when I call a man a player

That’s what we call them here from LA

And I’m not the type of girl to play no game

I just call them like I see them by the real name

Soop sucker, some male MCs

In full effect, I’m pulling all of these

But when I’m on the mic, you know I do things right

I’m in house homeboys, so it’s ladies night

Boys come up to me and always acting in the hood

Trying to play it off and always lose their cool

They drop to their knees, start to skis

Saying please baby, please baby (baby, baby, please)

Boys, don’t beg (don't beg)

I walk away, still not hanging on to my leg

I tell him have a little pride, you looking a mess

Why would people catch a nothing, so let’s do this

You wonder why you weren’t kisses

Busted homeboy you’ve disk, cause you’re a player

I’m a player.

I’m a, I’m a player.

I’m a, I’m a player

(You're a player.)

I’m a player.

I’m a, I’m a player.

I’m a, I’m a player

(All my boys ah, you can go. I’ll call you when I need you.)

Word to the brother and the mother too

Cause you say you want to take me out wining and dining

I know what’s on your mind and it’s grinding

I’m no toy, get your hands off my body, boy

It’s not that type of party, you place or mine, is a played out lie

To quote this rhythm, you ain’t that fine

So don’t try to make a move when I sit on the couch

I’ll hit you where it hurts, so you will say ouch

I’ll kick you where it counts, if you try to pounce on me

So let me say as I pronounce the word player (sucka)

It’s means fake or Casanova

And I hope you know you ain’t ever getting over

Take your mean, pink, Caddy a purr

What made you think I’m one of those girls

With a sugar daddy, honey I’m Tairrie B

I make my money on the mic, it’s simple to see

That all you ever think about is girls in the sack

The only thing you’re going to get from me (tell'em to them T) is a smack

I said damn today, my beeper keeps on buzzing

Men are calling every hour, on the hour, by the dozen

So a piece of advice, that were

Don’t try to talk to me when I’m rapping

I’m busy, can’t you see that I’m working

Keep it up and I’ll send you home chirping

Cause I take apart men, like I took a part Ken

And barbie dolls back when I was ten

Then it was kissed up, now I play real

It’s like I’m talking to a boy

Yo I’m built, the clock keeps ticking, to tell you my time

Twenty-four/seven, I’m kicking your rhythm

My nails are done, marcasite don’t run

I’m a ruthless bitch, but I ain’t the one

To be played, just paid, a platinum fade

It’s my trademark, my body’s so hard

Is what I use to abuse the groove, I choose

So tell me who’s gonna flex

I’m stepping and the weapon is sex

Kill that noise, I’ll be next, if your a player

I’m a player.

I’m a, I’m a player.

I’m a, I’m a player

(You're a player.)

I’m a player.

I’m a, I’m a player.

I’m a, I’m a player

Well it’s the end of the rhythm

So it’s time to remind the men

Well a lover or a friend

Never dominant force

A prominent source

And as such

With a feminist touch

Too much on the real tip

A couple to eat with and take out men who trip

Cause it ain’t about a man, a bank account, or a car

If you’re live, I’ll drive and will go far

But if you’re not, you’ll be caught in fat cold busted

Driving maybe shot and taught what lusted

I’m no stunt, keep the front from your posse

I don’t want, ten glossy

See I came, not to jest my name

To step to all you suckers, cause you all act the same

I see you look my way, say you got played

When you never got a date, not to mention a lay

I’ve been stone cold swinging, bringing the verse

And when the rhyming done, (bitch just did what)

So if I don’t look like a real rapper to you, I use slang

Step to this, cause I don’t want to get the hang

I’m Tairrie B, here’s a subject at hand, I ain’t a rapper

And you ain’t man, you’re a player

I’m a player.

I’m a, I’m a player.

I’m a, I’m a player

(You're a player.)

I’m a player.

I’m a, I’m a player.

I’m a, I’m a player

The D.O.C — Hey yo, man.

Can you believe what she just said, you know what I’m

saying?

How can she…

Dr. Dre- Word, talking all that nonsense

The D.O.C- How can she call the T to the O to the C a player, man?

Do I look like a player to you?

Eazy-E- Hell, no!

You don’t look like a god…

Tairrie B- Oh, and I suppose you’re the one to talk, right baby?

Yo, I’m coming out of Comptown and I don’t play that shit

Straight up.

(yeah)