I was (Ab)jus ti fied when (Db)I was five.

Rais ing Cain, I spit in (Eb7)your (Ab)eye.

(Gb)Times are chang ing, now the (Db)poor get fat, but the (Db)fe ver’s gon na catch (Ab)you when the (Eb7)bitch gets (Ab)back, oh.

(Ab)Eat meat on a Fri day, that’s all right.

I e ven like steak on a (Eb7)Sat ur day (Ab)night.

I can (Gb)bitch the best at your so cial do’s.

I get (Db)high in the eve ning (Ab)sniff ing (Eb7)pots of glue, ooh.

(Ab)I’m a (Eb7)bitch, I’m a bitch.

Oh, the bitch is back, stone cold so ber, as a (Db)mat ter of fact.

I can (Eb7)bitch, I can bitch ’cause I’m bet ter than you.

It’s the (Gb)way that I move, the (Eb7)things that I do, whoa.

I (Ab)en ter tain by pick ing brains,

sell my soul by (Eb7)drop ping (Ab)names.

I (Gb)don’t like those!

My God, what’s that?

Oh, it’s (Db)full of nas ty hab (Ab)its when the (Eb7)bitch gets (Ab)back, oh.

(Ab)I’m a

(Ab)Bitch, bitch,

the (Db)bitch is back.

(Ab)Bitch, bitch,

the (Db)bitch is back.

(Ab)Bitch, bitch,

the (Db)bitch is back.

(Ab)Bitch, bitch,

the (Db)bitch is back.