Yeah,
   To the ladies,
   One mo' message from T.I.P.,
   I represent every man in America,
   Naw,the world
  
   You wanna know what he what he
   thinkin' bout when he ain't
   talkin to you bout why he can't
   be your man you sure you wanna know
  
   Here it is
  
   [Verse 1]
   My girl say I don't love her
   She say we just fuckin'
   Nothin' against you
   It's just that I hate tux
   She wanna toast with the Mo' and the ice
   Throwin' the rice
   Wake up with me for the rest of your life
   Ask me where I'm going,when I'comin back when I bounce
   Runnin her mouth, call herself the queen of the south
   Redecorate the crib throwin satin on the couch
   Catch me out adulteratin' takin' half of the house
   Well it ain't she don't deserve it
   Just I don't wanna give it
   The life she wanna live
   Shorty I don't wanna live it
   Makin' money shorty's missin'
   To all kind of digits
   From KeKe's to Chaniques's
   To Bianca's and Brigettes's
   Poppin' up unannouced, shorty call 'fore you visit
   Nothing about a number, mind your goddamn business
   Look bitch, some shit bout Tip won't change
   We can hang, but I got to let you know one thang
  
   [Chorus]
   I can't be your man
   It ain't you it's me, sorry shorty
   I can't be your man
   Where I been, I don't see no rings on these fingers
   I can't be your man
   Look to the future, find someone better than me
   I can't be your man
   You deserve much more, I'm no good to you shorty
  
   [Verse 2]
   Don't it seem like shit be cool for a month and a half
   All of a sudden you frontin' and showin your ass
   Complainin' bout what you got
   Shorty look what you had
   Before me, it was pull-out couches and Bilitant bags
   Now she mad cause she ain't got a T.V. in her Jag
   I tell you what if that ain't good enough get back on the bus
   Give up the princess cuts and the Prada and stuff
   I take you out to eat and you order a bottle of what?
   Ungrateful wonderin' why I'm not faithful
   Ballin's all good but this shit is just wasteful
   Want me to pay your bills
   Help you get a bigger crib
   Shorty I don't mind helpin'
   But show some initiative
   Ain't brought nothin' to the table but hard times and heartache
   Do something, get on the grind for God's sake
   A reminder, rewind this message from your highness
   For those that chose to take my kindness for blindness
  
   [Chorus]
   I can't be your man
   I don't cheat cause I ain't shit,
   I'm cheatin' cause you aint shit
   I can't be your man
   Every time I walk in the house you sittin' on that goddamn couch
   You ain't got nothing better to do
   I can't be your man
   Cook, clean, iron, pay the water bill, shorty do something
   Work with me
   I can't be your man
   Ay, pack you shit shorty, I'm droppin yo ass off at yo mami house
   Right now
  
   [Verse 3]
   One more scenario
   Bout another jazzy hoe
   That I met on the road
   After a show in Ontario
   Shorty say she got a man
   That don't really scare me though
   But she say he got a temper
   So, but what he jealous for
   Cause you told him you were cheatin
   Hell, well what you tell him for
   Shit, what that got to do with Tip
   You better let him know
   Now she want to let him go
   But what for
   So you can get with me and keep being a slut hoe
   I don't think so baby better stay where you at
   I'm no good for you
   Never mind the way that he act
   You got a kid and a crib with him
   What's better than that
   I'm in town for the week you better settle for that
  
   [End Chorus]
   I can't be your man
   I'm here for 4 days shorty, 4 days
   I can't change the world
   I can't be your man
   He don't treat you right?
   What that gotta do with me?
   I can't be your man
   He be cussin' you out and shit
   You cheated on him shorty, can you blame him?
   I can't be your man
   You ain't fend to bring that bullshit to me
   I don't want naan parts of it
   I can't be your man
   Look here man
   Get that shit out of my face
   Kick rocks
   I can't be your man
   I ain't fend to have nothing to do with it
   Their will be none of that round here
   I can't be your man
   Besides shorty you talk to much
   I can't deal with it
   I can't be your man
   You say you work where
   Mickey D, get the hell out of here shorty
   Man look ay, I can't deal with it
   You got too much baggage with you man
   You and little, uh,uh,uh little Opus Cunningham
   Y'all kick rocks down the damn street
   I can't deal with it shorty
   N...,complain...,what..., you ain't got what?
   Shorty when I met you shorty you was barefooted
   Sittin' on the railroad track with some straw in yo mouth
   What the hell you complainin' about what you got now
   Wh-Wh-What nigga you got steak and eggs right here
   I'm sayin, what the business is?
   Get the hell out of here man
   Ay man you need to show me some appreciation round here
   You in the damn living room more than the muthafuckin' furniture shorty
   I can't deal with that shit man
   Get a damn job
   Do something for me
   Lazy bitch, All the bad bitches in the world and I had to hook up
   With the sorriest hoe in America
   Why don't you take the weight off my back every now and then
   why don't you pay a bill
   30 damn dollars, the cable bill ain't but 30 damn dollars shorty
   Why don't you change the..., flip the mattress
   Man wash some clothes, change a light bulb
   Goddamn shorty, I gotta do every thing round this sumabitch
   A lazy bitch, ain't nothing worse than a lazy bitch shorty wasted talent