Stop lying to yourself, sweetie. When you’re grinding to someone rhyming about bitches and tricks, he is talking about you. It doesn’t matter if you’re Karrine “Superhead” Steffans or MC Lyte: Hiphop culture doesn’t give its women much respect. Female figures are viewed as bitches, hos, or mamas. So unless you’re Gloria Carter or Voletta Wallace, consider yourself the object of the demeaning adjectives coming from your stereo speakers. But the subjects of Nobody Knows My Name, a 1999 documentary by filmmaker Rachel Raimist, show women in hiphop to be pioneers who are dedicated to the art form despite their second-class status. The film, which is part of Provisions Library’s monthlong “Change Methods” hiphop film series, doesn’t paint a completely rosy picture. But the inspirational DJs, MCs, B-girls, and hiphop wives featured are enough to make a girl wanna burn her Snoop tapes and try dancing to a different beat. Turn off the BET and check out the film at 7 p.m. at Provisions Library, 1611 Connecticut Ave. NW. $5 (suggested donation). (202) 299-0460.