I suppose I should tell you what this bitch is thinkin'
You'll find me in the studio, and not in the kitchen
I won't be braggin' 'bout my cars, or talkin' 'bout my chains
Don't need to shake my ass for you 'cos I got a brain
If I told you 'bout my sex life, you'd call me a slut
When boys be talkin' 'bout their bitches no one's making a fuss
There's a glass ceiling to break, uh huh there's money to make
And now it's time to speed it up 'cos I can't move at this pace
Sometimes it's hard to find the words to say
I'll go ahead and say them anyway
Forget your balls and grow a pair of tits
It's hard, it's hard, it's hard out here for a bitch
It's hard (for a bitch, for a bitch)
For a bitch, it's hard
It's hard out here for a bitch
It's hard (for a bitch, for a bitch)
For a bitch it's hard, it's hard out here
You're not a size 6, and you're not good looking
Well you better be rich, or be real good at cooking
You should probably lose some weight, 'cos we can't see your bones
You should probably fix your face, or you'll end up on your own
Don't you want to have somebody who objectifies you?
Have you thought about your butt, who's gonna tear it in two?
We've never had it so good, uh huh we're out of the woods
