She'll sit back on the sidelines waitin' to catch you slippin'
First argument with your man, and she's dippin'
She don't give a fuck how long ya'll been together
Her only concern is that he'll lace her forever
With the finest jewelry, the latest fashions, & late night stays at the hotels
While you crying on the phone telling "Rochelle"
And she's sittin' back saying "do tell."
Cause guess what?.... She's a "Rochelle."
The chick in diguise frabricating the position of a "bestfriend"
Injecting you with sharp needles of bad advice just so she can win
Winkin' her eye at your man everytime you turn around
Ever notice when you look back, her eyes shift to the ground?
Yeah, she be that chick that you think you can trust
Her middle name is lust;
She doesn't discriminate neither
She's a people-pleaser.
While she's doing your man, she got another one on the phone
He likes how she "quote on quote" masturbates while your man makes her moan
She don't give a fuck
She call it luck
Shit, she got two niggas screamin' her name
The adrenaline rush is part of the game
And you know who she blames?
You women that run your mouths to chicks like this
So quick to spill your personal life to anybody you wish
Get to know a hoe before she makes you her pimp
Only to court your own man and demote you to a temp
Evaluate your "friends" right from the door
Because it's nothing more vendictive than "the mind of a whore."