Gena clasped one of the bedposts and made her way to the bottom of the four-poster bed. She mustered up as much strength as she could, desperately wanting to know where she was. She could smell the sweet fragrance of flowers wafting through the window. There was a breeze blowing through an open window, she noticed, as the soft silk panels were billowing gently with the air. Ready to move around, Gena rose from the king-size bed that she had been lying on. She decided to make finding the answer to that question her life’s mission. Where am I? She couldn’t help but begin to wonder. It was intricately designed, with a touch of sophistication Gena did not recognize anything. Startled but not afraid, Gena looked around the room. The sound of voices filled the tiny hallway. Early one morning, Gena awoke to a ruckus outside her bedroom door. Gena rested her body and mustered her strength as the weeks passed. The kind and loving nurse fed Gena and gave her pain medication and sleeping pills. She sang to her, she read to her, and she talked to her. She felt the nurse near her bedside constantly and could overhear the nurse talking to the doctor in the distance. Her only assurance that she was safe was that she was being taken care of by a nurse and a doctor. She couldn’t pull herself out of the bed without feeling agonizing pain. She could barely open her bruised and blackened eyes. Her head, left arm, rib cage, and left thigh were all bandaged. The room’s décor was unlike any hospital décor that she had ever seen. But, as time passed, she realized she wasn’t. At first, she had thought she was in a hospital, lying in a bed. She looked around the room, not quite realizing where she was. She was bruised from her head to her toes. So back off genius, I don't need you to correct my broken English.Gena slowly tried to open her eyes, feeling pain beyond belief throughout her entire body. You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes, You don't associate with the NEGROES You wanna be just like Jack, But Jack is calling you a nigger behind your back. In particular, he calls out rappers who switch from hardcore in an attempt to cater to overwhelmingly white audiences at the expense of integrity, those who fail to be in touch with their roots, and especially blacks who align themselves in a white clique at the expense of snobbery towards their own: The song is a condemnation of Uncle Toms who sell out themselves to white communities and audiences: "Stop selling out your race, and wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face." More broadly, the song's lyrics criticize African American assimilation into the middle class.
"True to the Game" laments the trend of hip hop artists and other celebrities crossing over into mainstream music. The video features appearances by DJ Pooh and actress and Friends star Lisa Kudrow.
Another scene in a photo studio shows a rapper (apparently intended to be MC Hammer) clad in hardcore-style clothing who later changes into a red sequined outfit, symbolizing and parodying his transition into mainstream pop music. The video's outdoor scenes are set on Crenshaw Boulevard, which in the aftermath of the 1992 Los Angeles riots featured many burned-out buildings. In the video, Ice Cube kidnaps various rappers (some resembling his former bandmates) who are portrayed as "record sellers" and not "true to the game".