chronic 2001
Dr. Dre
Chronic 2001


The Watcher
Fuck You
Still D.R.E.
Big Ego's
What's the Difference
Bar One
Light Speed
Forgot About Dre
The Next Episode
Let's Get High
Bitch Niggaz
Car Bomb
Murder Ink
Some L.A. Niggaz
Pause 4 Porno
Bang Bang
The Message


The Watcher [Dr. Dre] Things just ain't the same for gangsters Times is changin, young niggaz is agin Becomin O.G.'s in the game and changin to make way for these new names and faces but the strangest things can happen from rappin when, niggaz get wrapped up in image and actin Niggaz get capped up and wrapped in plastic and zipped up in bags when it happens, that's it I've seen em come, I've watched em go Watched em rise, witnessed it and watched them blow Watched em all blossom and watched em grow Watched the lawsuits when they lost the dough Best friends and money? I lost them both Went and visisted niggaz in the hospital and saw the same shit all across the globe I just sit back and watch the show (the watcher) Chorus: Dr. Dre Cause everywhere that I go ain't the same as befo' (the watcher) People I used to know just don't know me no mo' (the watcher) But everywhere that I go I got people I know (the watcher) who got people they know So I suggest you lay low (the watcher) [Dr. Dre] I moved out of the hood for good - you blame me? Niggaz aim angry at niggaz they can't be But niggaz can't hit niggaz they can't see I'm out of sight, now I'm out of they dang reach How would you feel if niggaz wanted you killed? You'd probably move to a new house on a new hill and choose a new spot if niggaz wanted you shot I ain't a thug - how much Tupac in you you got? I ain't no bitch neither - it's either my life or yo' life and I ain't leavin - I like breathin Cause nigga we can go round for round Clip for clip, shit fo'pound for pound Nigga if you really wanna take it there we can Just remember that you fuckin with a family man I got a lot more to lose than you, remember that when you wanna come and fill these shoes (the watcher) Chorus {*GUN SHOT*} [Dr. Dre] Things just ain't the same for gangstas Cops is anxious to put niggaz in handcuffs They wanna hang us, see us dead or enslave us Keep us trapped in the same place we raised in Then they wonder why we act so outrageous Run around stressed out and pull out gauges Cause everytime you let the animal out cages It's dangerous, to people who look like strangers But now we got a new era of gangsters Hustlers and youngsters livin amongst us Lookin at us, now callin us bustaz Can't help but reminisce back when it was us Nigga we started this gangsta shit! And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? It's funny how time fly I'm just havin fun, just watchin it fly by (the watcher) Chorus (the watcher - 4X) Fuck You [answering machine girl] Hi baby I know your under a lot of pressure at your work and all And I do understand You have no idea how much I understand But you also don't have any idea how much I love you I love you so much I think about you I feel you in my arms I miss you.. I miss you terribly I've just always wanted someone like you in my life I love you so much; that I'd do anything I'd do anything I'll be your perfect woman for you [Dr. Dre] I just wanna fuck bad bitches All them nights I never had bitches Now I'm all up in that ass bitches Mad at 'cha boyfriend, aint 'cha? You'se a bad girl, gotta spank ya Gotta thank ya for that head clinic Explicit, hella photogenic And tell your friends where the dick's at Where they can get hit and won't get back to they soulmate Before you kiss 'em use Colgate "She Swallowed It!" Yeah the bitch took the whole eight and ran with it, then let Mel-Man hit it and Hit the Man hit it; damn bitches Man, this is what I'm talkin about Chicken-head, chicken-fed, with a dick in your mouth Out and about with your nigga like it never took place (Airtouched) Next time you need a taste Chorus: I just wanna fuuuuuck you No touchin and rubbin gul, you got a husband who loves.. you.. Don't need you all in mine I just wanna fuuuuuck you We can't be kissin and huggin gul, you got a husband who loves.. you.. You need to give him your quality time [Devin the Dude] You got the number, it's on you to make the call You know I cum quick; help you re-decorate your walls Cut your backyard, don't have to act hard to get the cock And if I'm goin too far, I take it out and wipe it off and put it back up, and keep going You tryin to hide it from your husband but I know he be knowin that your pussy's been tampered with Did you show him the new trick of how you can make it smoke a cancer stick You be workin it like a dancer bitch, it's hard on me Not to give you all of my time, that you wanted You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed I'd rather spend my mornin diggin through some records instead But, tonight, I guess it'd be aight if we can touch bases Hookup somewhere and exchange some "Fuck Faces" I know your man's lookin for ya, he's always tryin to run ya Don't worry bout me handcuffin gul cause I just wanna fuck witchu [Snoop Dogg] .. fuck witchu On the sneak tip, on some creep shit So whatcha gon' do, ya freak bitch? You, actin, like you, don't, do, dicks That's the kinda bitch I hate fuckin wit Baby was a virgin, that's what she said So I gave her some Hennesey, she gave me some head I fucked her on the flo', so I wouldn't mess up my bed Then Lil' 1/2 Dead put his dick on her head Take that bitch home, and give her a bone And give her the number to my cellular phone Man, she blowin up my pager, the shit's gettin major A favor for a favor, this dick is what I gave her Somethin to go by, and bitches know why Stuff dick in they mouth, and then I'm out (see-ya!) Twenty-fo' seven, Dre, Snoop, and Devin We servin' these hoes, and never lovin these hoes, beotch! Chorus Still D.R.E. [Snoop] Yeah nigga, I'm still fuckin with ya Still waters run deep Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, '99 Nigga (Guess who's back) Still, still doing that shit, Andre? [Dr. Dre] Oh for sho', check me out It's still Dre Day nigga, A.K. nigga Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How nigga? My last album was "The Chronic" (nigga) They want to know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it [Snoop - singing] If you ain't up on thangs [Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game Still, puffing my leafs, still fuck with the beats Still not loving police (Uh huh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (fo sho) Still got love for the streets, repping 213 (fo life) Still the beats bang, still doing my thang Since I left, ain't too much changed, still Chorus: [Snoop Dogg] I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl [Dr. Dre] Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E (Repeat 2x) Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week Still, I stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke til I sleep Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat I bring the fire til you're soaking in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru I'm still at it, After-mathematics In the home of drivebys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E Chorus It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch Laid back in the shack, play this track I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world Still (Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl) I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back [Snoop - singing] So if you ain't up on thangs [Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre be the name still running the game Still, got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars Still gon' get mine regardless Chorus 3X [Snoop] Right back up in ya motherfucking ass '95 plus four pennies! Add that shit up, D-R-E right back up on top of thangs Smoke some with your dog No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks! Some of that real sticky icky icky Oooh wee! Put it in the air Oh you's a fool D.R. Big Ego's [Dr. Dre] I got mo' class than most of em, ran wit the best of em Forgave the less of em, and blazed at the rest of em What can I say? Cal-i-for-ni-A Where niggaz die everyday over some shit they say Disconnected from the streets forever As long as I got a baretta, nigga, I'm down for whateva I roll wit my shit off safety - for niggaz that been hatin me lately and the bitches that wanna break me If Cali blew up, I'd be in the Aftermath Bumpin gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G. started from that S.O.B., D.R.E. Like Dub-C I'm rich rollin, pistol holdin Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin Put the flame to the killer nigga Worldwide homicide mob figure and a builder, for real I'm hittin switches, makin bitches eat bitches See me grab my dick everytime I pose for pictures I own acres, floor seats watchin The Lakers I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases Dedicated to all of those with big ego's Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos 1 - Niggaz play this in they Rovers Jeeps and Regals 2 - Bitches play this in they Benzes Jeeps and Geos {repeat 2X} [Hitman] I bust a Mr. Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin hoes at movies Passin by with uzis - and who you aimin at? That shady bitch and that bitch nigga that was claimin that Rat-ta-tat-tat {*automatic gunfire and screaming*} {*more screaming as tires peel out*} I don't sympathize for wack hoes and wimpy guys You got to recognize Hitman is a enterprise Cali pride, born to ride and South Centralized The Henny got me energized - smoke the guys tryin to focus on mines - poke they eyes out I'm L.A.'s loc'est - hope they don't have to find out the hard way like snitch niggaz in the pen that get hit when the guards look the other way We hittin HARD, Hitman and Dre You playin games, I suggest you know the rules We puttin guns to fools, make you run yo' jewels Take yo' honey and cruise to the snootiest snooze, Cabos Pop coochie til the nut oozes, you shouldn't fuck wit crews that's sick, Aftermath cause we rule shit I'm Big Hit, don't confuse me wit no other by the flow motherfucker Dedicated to all of those with big ego's Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos 1 - Niggaz play this in they Rovers Jeeps and Regals 2 - Bitches play this in they Benzes Jeeps and Geos {repeat 2X} Xxplosive [Six-Two] Xxplosive, West coast shit My nigguh-ish ways attract, girls that used to turn they back Causin me to yank they arm and pose like I would do the harm Now I'm sayin thank you cause they tell me, my shit's the bomb Xxplosive.. ..for my niggaz drinkin Cognac, smokin weed, always pack mo' than one, firearm, chrome rims, ridin on Chronic in yo' system, let me know, my shit's the bomb - Xxplosive.. [Kurupt] West coast shit nigga Overdosage - imperial pistols ferocious Fuck a bitch; don't tease bitch, strip tease bitch Eat a bowl of these bitch, gobble the dick Hoes forgot to eat a dick can shut the fuck up! Gobble and swallow a nut up, shut up and get my cash Backhanded, pimpslapped backwards and left stranded Just pop ya collar, pimp convention hoes for a dollar Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce impala Pimpin hoes from Texas to Guatemala Bitch niggaz paid for hoes, just to lay wit hoes Relax one night, and paid to stay wit hoes Captain Save'Em all day (bitch) well save this dick Bitch nigga, you more of a bitch than a bitch You ain't into hittin pussy, or hittin the switch You into hittin bitches off of the grip, you punk bitch [Nate Dogg] All my real Doggs still kick it wit me All my down hoes still trickin wit me All the true gangstas know Nate ain't never love no hoe All the hoodrats still shake it for me All my true fans still checkin for me All the real smokers know They ain't passin nuttin but dope indeed... Real trees... Chronic leaves... No seeds... When I had you last night, baby Before - I blew yo' mind, (blew-blew-blew your mind) I thought we had a chance, lady No more - now that I'm sober you ain't that fine Hmmm-hmmmhmmmm... Don't wanna treat you wrong Don't wanna lead you on Here baby, hit the bong while the west coast rolls along While we - still makin gangsta hits You'll be - still jockin gangsta dicks Damn girl you think you slick Somebody better get this biiitch, this biiiitch [Hitman] I got these freaky hoes Clappin they hands, stompin they feet Every now and then they put they mouth on me Nowadays a G like me can't even call it A 23-year old pussy fiend and freakaholic Pimpin bitches on the regular, I put that on the G A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be Lemme drop some shit about this bitch I used to know She gave ya boy the head and said don't let nobody know A bonafide pro, I had to grab the hoe She got freaky in yo' sixty-fo', I skeeted in her throat Been knowin the hoe for fo' days, pimpery pays And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the mote' They be beepin me and shit, but we don't kick it no mo' Them hot hoes is fiendin, they on the nuts But beitch, I'm out ya pussy when I nut, f'real {Exxplosive..} What's the Difference [Phish] What's the difference between me and you? (repeat 2X) [Dr. Dre] Back when Cube - was rollin wit Lorenzo in a Benzo I was bangin wit a gang of instrumentals Got the pens and pencils, got down to business; but sometimes the business end of this shit can turn your friends against you But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you I still remember the window of the car that you went through That's fucked up, but I'll never forget the shit we been through And I'ma do whatever it takes to convince you Cuz you my nigga Doc, and Eazy I'm still wit you Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, and that's just bein real wit you You see the truth is Everybody wanna know how close me and Snoop is And who I'm still cool wit Then I got these fake-ass niggaz I first drew with Claimin that they non-violent, talkin like they *voice sample* Spit venom in interviews, speakin on reunions Move units, then talk shit and we can do this Until then - I ain't even speakin your name Just keep my name outta yo' mouth and we can keep it the same Nigga, it ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em That's the difference Chorus: Phish (repeat 2X) What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one - but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin [Xzibit] Yo I stay wit it While you try to perpetrate, play wit it Never knew about the next level until Dre did it (YEAH) I stay committed while you motherfuckers baby-sitted I smash you critics like a overhand right from Riddick (Yeah!) Come and get it, shitted on villians by the millions I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (Come on!) A heartless bastard, high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid - never come down Pass it around if you can't handle it Hang Hollywood niggaz by they Soul Train laminates What's the difference between me and you? (What?) About five back accounts, three ounces and two vehicles Until my death, I'm Bangladesh I suggest you hold yo' breath til ain't none left Yo that's the difference Chorus [Eminem] Aight, hold up hold up! STOP THE BEAT A MINUTE!! I got somethin to say Dre; I wanna tell you this shit right now while this fuckin weed is in me (The fuck?!) I don't know if I ever told you this, but I love you dawg I got your motherfuckin back, just know this shit [Dre] Riiight? .. Slim, I don't know if you noticed it But I've had your back from day one, nigga let's blow this bitch [Em] I mean it dawg, you ever need somebody offed - who's throat is it? [Dre] Well if you ever kill that Kim bitch, I'll show you where the ocean is [Eminem] Well that's cool, and I appreciate the offer But if I do decide to really murder my daughter's momma I'ma sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her And cruise around wit her for seven hours through California And have her wavin at people (Hi!) Then drop her off on the corner at the police station and drive off honkin the horn for her Raw dawg, get your arm gnawed off Drop the sawed off and beat you wit the piece it was sawed off of Fuck blood, I wanna see some lungs coughed up Get shot up in the hot tub til the bubbles pop up and they nose and cough snot up, mucus in hot water That's for tryin to talk like The Chronic was lost product That's for even THINKIN of havin them thoughts thought up! You better show some respect whenever the Doc's brought up!! So what's the difference between us? We can start at the penis Or we can scream, "I Just Don't Give a Fuck," and see who means it! Chorus 1.25X Light Speed [Dr. Dre] Hey, yo whassup? My name is Dre Can I blaze some Chonic witchu? [girl] Nigga what? FO' SHO'! Roll that shit up! [Dr. Dre] Hell yeah, still "Alwayz Into Somethin'" Heart still in Compton The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes and Firm Fiascoes - assholes Fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up doin a tango.. And cash, always in my grasp Came up in the game wearin khakis not kangols, stranglin hoes When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass One feed me mangoes, the other lightin my hash Rap tabloids write Dre's light in the ass (what?) Came home uptight, ready to mash like a gas pedal, get on that sixty-four Chevy level AK-47 heavy metal Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils cause we rebels over here, I smell Chronic in the air that means we takin over this year You hear? [girl] Chronic, two-thousand, "ONE! {*echoes*}" --> KRS-One [Dre] That means we takin over this year, ya hear? [girl] Light Speed, blazin Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed Or we might be sippin on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas [Hittman] I hang among hustlers, I slang and hoo-bang Bronson when bustaz roll through, can't fuck with my bold crew We will hold you captive and bust cause gangbangin is the active, activity where I be livin B, there ain't no Liberty Statue Hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you slippin, without yours, it's warfare outdoors Ambulance, violent uproars Trash niggaz takin out like chores I meet whores on tours Jeans hot as pepper so I sip, champagne on stormy shores We on some hardcore, pornographic Totin Austrian firearms that's made out of plastic In these drastic surroundings, it be sounding like Lebanon, makin fools "RETREAT!" like Megatron and Starscream Oh yeah I scream-on-stars to get loot and crossover like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar Get out your car son, that's how I came to bougie niggaz Act bad one, it's either that or make front page stardom I'm the Golden Child, chased by Sodom ?? gots my bulletproof it's hard to shoot me you hear? (By the time you see him {*BLAM BLAM*}) That means it's real fuckin hard to shoot me, you hear? [girl] Light Speed, blazin Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed Or we might be sippin on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas Forgot About Dre [Dr. Dre] Y'all know me, still the same O.G., but I been low key Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no G's No wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles, and no ski's Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks to add to the wall full of plaques Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Hoe please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the oldies? Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C's The Snoop D-O-double-G's and the group that said mother-"Fuck Tha Police" Gave you a tape full of dope beats to bump when you stroll through in your hood And when your album sales wasn't doin too good who's the Doctor they told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely All you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or The Firm flopped Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin no sleep so FUCK Y'ALL, all of y'all; if y'all don't like me, BLOW ME! Y'all are gonna keep fuckin around wit me and turn me back to the old me Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X) Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say but nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre [Eminem] So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?) Or anyone tryin to bring trouble your way? Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (YUP) Then just study a tape of N.W.A.! One day I was walkin by, wit a Walkman on, when I caught a guy give me an awkward eye (What you lookin at?) And strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryin to park a Dodge when I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage {*CRUNCH*} Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off "Fuck you too bitch, call the cops!" I'ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin barkin dogs And when the cops came through me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still weren't found out (RIGHT HERE) From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin today and tomorrow's the new And I'm still loco enough To choke you to death wit a Charleston Chew {*Eminem's vocal turntable*} Slim shady - hotter then a set of twin babies in a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up when the temp goes up to the mid 80's Callin men ladies; sorry Doc but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's okay, go with him Hailey (Da-da?) Chorus [Dr. Dre] If it was up to me, you muh'fuckers would stop comin up to me wit your hands out lookin up to me, like you want somethin free When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumpin me But now that I got this little company Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease But you won't get a crumb from me Cause I'm from the streets of (Compton, Compton) I told em all - all them little gangstas Who you think helped mold 'em all? Now you wanna run around talkin bout guns like I ain't got none What you think I sold 'em all? Cause I stay well off Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad tryin to get this damn label off? I ain't havin that; this is the millenium of Aftermath It ain't gon' be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap! You can have it back So where's all the Madd Rappers at? It's like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats, know that I was strapped wit gats when you were cuddlin a Cabbage Patch Chorus Chorus 1/2 (after music ends) The Next Episode [Snoop Dogg] (Kurupt) La-da-da-da-dahh It's the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!) La-da-da-da-dahh You know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E. (YEAH YEAH YEAH You know who's back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!) What what what what? (So blaze the weed up then!) Blaze it up, blaze it up! (Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, 'sup Snoop??) Top Dogg, bite em all, nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up Thug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin it up Lowlife, yo' life, boy we livin it up Takin chances while we dancin in the party fo' sho' Slip my hoe a forty-fo' and she got in the back do' Bitches lookin at me strange but you know I don't care Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin my hair Bitch quit talkin, quick walk if you down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap Come back, get back, that's the part of success If you believe in the S you'll be relievin your stress [Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahh [Dre] It's the motherfuckin D.R.E. (Dr. Dre MOTHERFUCKER!) [Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahhh [Dre] You know I'm mobbin with the D-O-double-G [Dr. Dre] Straight off the fuckin streets of C-P-T King of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet (Fleetwood) or Coupe DeVille rollin on dubs How you feelin whoopty=whoop nigga whut? Dre and Snoop chronic'ed out in the 'llac with Doc in the back, sippin on 'gnac (yeah) Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods (what hoods?) Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood! South Central out to the Westside (wessyde) It's California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pub I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club with my jeans on, and my team strong Get my drink on, and my smoke on Then go home with, somethin to poke on (whassup bitch?) Loc it's on for the two-triple-oh Comin real, it's the next episode... [Nate Dogg] Hold up, waiiiiiiit for my niggaz who be thinkin we soft We don't, playyyyyyy We gon' rock it til the wheels fall off Hold up, heyyyyyyyy for my niggaz who be actin too bold Take a, seeaaaaaat Hope you ready for the next episode HeyyyeyyyeEYEYyyyEYYYY.... .... smoke weed everday! Let's Get High [all together] All these niggaz and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon' fuck! (repeat 4X) [Hittman] Talkin that, walkin that, spittin at hoes Smokin this, drinkin that, hittin at hoes Fuck this I'm hittin that I'm hittin em both Have one ridin dick, one lickin my toes When I'm lovin these hoes there ain't no love involved No hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bear britches Rare bitches like to pose in them Black Tail pictures Bitch jumped off my dick, "Is that Dre over there?" [Dr. Dre] Yeah -- I just took some Ecstasy Ain't no tellin what the side effects could be All these fine bitches equal sex to me plus I got this bad bitch layin next to me No doubt, sit back on the couch Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out [Kurupt] Come on let's get high (hiiiiigh..) let's get high (hiiiiigh..) Come on let's get high (hiiiiigh..) let's get high, all my ladies let's get high (hiiiiigh..) high (hiiiiigh..) Let's get high (hiiiiigh..) Come on let's get high I make the four hop {*hydraulic sound*} pull up at the spot Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel Stompin in the party, Kurupt, Young Gotti I'm fuckin somethin in this bitch, hit em with some gangsta shit Put somethin in your mouth bitch real tasty I'm lookin real sauce in my gangsta-ass Casey's Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an' got all the hoes in this motherfucker bouncin {*hydraulics*} Down to.. YO WHATTUP SCRAM JONES? Mel-Man what's crackin? Whassup wit all these ol' punk ass hoes in here? [Ms. Roq] Nigga WHUT??! I'm a hustlin bitch! I like them get rich niggaz, them hit the switch niggaz Niggaz bout the sex and which bitch to hit next while I'm kickin my game and collectin them checks Got all y'all niggaz vexed to fuck this triple-X rated hoe You say you ain't eat it - you ate it though And uhh, Roq don't stop, can't be droppin no drawers To the niggaz how you figure got you shittin in yours Yeah, little dicks always runnin they mouth While a bitch is better off to masturbate and be out All you bitches up in here know what I'm talkin about Get the loot, get the ice, fuck the wife, no doubt Tryin to live lavish, marry a big dick and stay carried Holla back at them niggaz that hollered at me Pop the Cris', whip the six and shit and have all y'all niggaz limp when I twist my shit Yeah! Bitch ass niggaz! Bitch Niggaz [Dre] Some good-ass weed! [Snoop Dogg] Check it out Dogg; this game is a motherfuckin trip man Word on the streets Everybody always tryin to run up on me hollerin about word on the street is dis nigga said dis.. Man I don't give a FUCK about what that nigga said man! That's what's wrong with you niggaz, you niggaz is just like bitches Hoe-ass niggaz, talk too motherfuckin much (speak) Study your own, get your own -- yahmsayin? Be independent nigga - BEOTCH! [Dre] Yeah [Snoop] Bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz).. Bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz).. Bitch-ass niggaz (beotch).. [both] BITCH NIGGAZ (bitch niggaz).. [Snoop] Yeah I'm talkin about you (beotch).. [Dre] Bitch niggaz [Snoop] and you too (beotch).. [Snoop Dogg] Hmm.. Dogg.. I meet mo' bitch niggaz than hoes - look here And I really don't know, but that's just how it go (damn) Dogg - so many niggaz like to keep up shit And just like a bitch (beotch) niggaz be talkin shit (nigga) Smilin in my face and then they blast me in the back (ka-ka-ka-ka-ka) Niggaz stay strapped from way back, cause payback..'ll make niggaz wanna pop that shit If you ain't ready for the game (uh-uh) nigga stop that shit We rock that shit, my nigga Dre, drop that shit (right) No mo' talkin, I'm walkin and I'm poppin the clip Glock on the hip, set-trippin dippin an' shit If you act like a bitch (nigga) nigga you get smacked like a bitch [Snoop] Bitch niggaz, bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz) [Dr. Dre] These niggaz don't know what the fuck is goin on Yo Dogg, check it kick back Let me holla at these niggaz for a minute.. Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity The aggravated, makin these punk muh'fuckers hate it COMPTON is the city I'm from Cain't never leave the crib without a murder wea-pon Huh, I cain't live my life on broke no mo' And most of these fools ain't shit but cutthroats They smile in a nigga face - and for what? They got the game fucked up, and want my thang fucked up I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot The top notch nigga, I'm fiendin for that spot Now peep game on what Six-Deuce told me [Six-Two] These niggaz after yo' paper, Dr. D.R.E. (what?) And these punk-ass hoes is lookin for dough You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a nigga never know Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low Just like Master P said, "There Dey Go, There Day Go" Bitch niggaz... uh-huh... {Dr. Dre cuts and scratches "attention all personnel"} {"stop scheamin, and lookin hard" -> Audio Two} {"stop scheamin,,, and..and lookin hard"} [Dr. Dre] Bitch nigga, a bitch nigga Bitch nigga, HELLA bitch nigga Youse a bitch nigga, motherfucker bitch nigga A bitch nigga.. a bitch nigga [Hitman] I know yo' type, so much bitch in you, if it was slightly darker lights was little dimmer my dick be stuck up in yo' windpipe! Hmm, you'd rather blow me than fight, I'm from the OLD SCHOOL like Romey Rome homey yo, you owe me the right to slap you, like the bitch that you are, that wanted to cap you every since you was mad doggin me with that bitch in yo' car Fool {singing} "Who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff" Man, you shit on Hit, get yo' shit bust; plus pistol-whipped, cover it up - use yo' bitch's blush Mr. Powder Puff yo', bark ain't loud enough, huh I know chihuahuas that's mo' rah-rah, HA HA I have to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths You don't want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me Doggy Dogg, Diggy Doctor plus me No youse a busta slash hussy, soft as a Hush Puppy Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimen's a bitch nigga! {Dr. Dre cuts and scratches "attention all personnel"} {"stop scheamin, and lookin hard" -> Audio Two} {"stop..stop..stop scheamin, and lookin hard"} {"..op-stop..ah-op-op-stop-sch-sch-scheamin, and lookin hard"} {"stop scheamin.. an-an.. an-an.. an-and lookin hard"} {"stop scheamin, and lookin hard"} {"stop skee-scheamin, and lookin hard"} {"stop scheamin, and.. and.. and.. stop scheamin, and lookin hard"} Murder Ink [Hitman] When darkness be closin in I'm motivated, with the howlin wind with a list of chosen men, frozen in sin Knowin that your end is beginnin Swift silent and deadly There's no defendin my plots, I know your every movement For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby's mother's house Even at your down-low weed spot But the backdrop, wasn't flattering enough I didn't want people gathering and stuff {*cameras click*} Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff Here - puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo' wig Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK Twist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag {*WHOOSH*} Bullet stuck to his brain like a mack Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet This is anybody MURDERAHHH to fuckin everybody MURDERAHHH Nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed This is anybody MURDERAHHH Motherfuckin everybody MURDERAHHH Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed [Ms. Roq] Peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough Lurkin through the turf, think how I'ma just work Give em chase to the crib and yo he properly laced Stepped out the car, put my steel, to the side of his face Murder - this the fuckin Case, rob this nigga and shake the fuckin spot cause in a few it's gon' be crawlin with cops! Who's the bad bitch now, you crept on, paid the piper Who'da thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper Detrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo' lesson But it's too late nigga bye-bye, better count yo' blessings I been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin Was, nigga now you finger fucked and steady fallin A thug wit no love, but bitch niggaz die fast Thug niggaz die young - oh what you thought you would last? Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad and jack my nigga off, til his dick get soft Resume the wifey boo shit, cause yo my man don't know that his bitch is straight ill, servin ass with fo'fo' {*KABOOM*} I'm a motherfuckin MURDERAHHH Bitch disses anybody MURDERAHHH Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed I'm a motherfuckin MURDERAHHH Uhh bitch disses anybody MURDERAHHH Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed! {*echoes*} Ed-ucation [Eddie Griffin] Aww they say uhh.. .. a black man is a pimp Well let me tell you the biggest pimp on planet motherfuckin Earth, is her momma It's her MOMMA that told her, "Get a man that got a good job gurl! Make sure he got a good car gurl! Make sure he can take you out and buy you somethin gurl!" What happened to just fallin in love with a nigga with a bus pass -- -- just cause you love the nigga? But +I'm+ the pimp motherfucker! I gotta be the player! Biggest hoes, on planet Earth.. .. are walkin through the motherfuckin neighborhood You KNEW when you got with the nigga he already had a woman You knew he already had a family but you fucked him anyway!!! And then when you thought you gon' lose the nigga you went and got pregant - didn't you bitch, DIDN'T YOU!! THE OL' KEEP A NIGGA BABY And then when the nigga ain't around, what do you tell the child? "Aww that nigga ain't shit, that's why yo' daddy ain't here; cause that nigga ain't shit." How bout bein a woman, and tellin the kid the truth that yo' momma, you was a hoe! TELL THE KID! Momma was a hoe, I was weekend pussy I had you to keep the nigga, it didn't work out that's why he ain't here - but he a good nigga cause he take care of his REAL family I was just a dumb bitch, tryin to keep, a nigga that I wanted Some L.A. Niggaz [MC Ren] Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker (West West y'all) Yeah, L.A. niggaz L.A. niggaz rule the world nigga Y'all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin? Niggaz don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin? But this shit come all the way back around here My nigga Dre, droppin heat box on y'all bitch-ass Yaknahmsayin? You gotta recognize L.A. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin world, nigga Recognize this [Time Bomb] Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag G'd from the feet up Blued up from the sewer's how I grew up Loc'n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up (threw up) At Leimert Park, taggin, hittin fools up Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' school up You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you Now there's another motherfucker with no future But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever, dope like Cuba Got em jumpin {*King T starts speakin, indecipherable*} [King T] I'm comin "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha Picture this, Dr. Dre twistin wit Tha Liks and Hittman bought a fix Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch Here it tick tick tick tick {*BOOM*} Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic Weed and cocaine sold seperate, check it From sundown to sunup -- clown done run up The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what? Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al, Kokane We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day -- in L.A.! It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way -- in L.A.! [Hittman] Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move They call me Hitt - cause I spit like gats do cock me back Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?) Mash on you for your turkish chain, C.K. B.K. Blued up or flame, I ran wit a gang I helped niggaz get, jacked for they Dana Dane's My pants hang below my waistline I look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah) I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline don't waste my time Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass bitches Hawaiian thai, drive-by, six-fo's on switches [Xzibit] I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF' Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood Slugs for the fuck of it Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor Better than yours, drivin away gettin head from a whore It's AvireX-to-the-Z Fuckin with me might get you banned from TV, cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself [Defari] Five in the mornin, burglars at my do' Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer Let em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo' and bruise by the case SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings Chorus [Outro] In L.A. That's how we ride (4X) Housewife Chorus: Kurupt Now this this is one of them occasions where the homies not doin it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a hoe a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end a bitch is a bitch, but a Dogg is a man's best friend So what you found you a hoe that you like But you can't make a hoe a housewife (wife) [Dr. Dre] I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip (Where the fuck is my money?) I cannot G guilty You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy She on the dillzy, I take advantage All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin Spanish I'm mannish - get yo' nails out my back Slut I'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat Learn the player rules, this is how I play a dude Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes Dollar signs are folded, I can't control it Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded She sweatin me, won't let me, broad turned fraud Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huh Man it's a trip I don't trip I'm in yo' Lexus flexin I left her up in Dallas, Texas - assed-out Chorus [Hittman] Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her Wailin like Bunny Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin Norstrom sales with abortion money I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at her Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe's erotica Exotic - she's psychotic, rockin his Nautica Soon he'll need antibiotics (sucka bitch) Name a sexual disease, she got it like Sam Goody You be like, "Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?" Fool I pity ya We live in the city off, ballers with more bouncin than a Zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-ya Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her to the Hotel, Niko, on some Sauve shit like, Rico That's when I caught a Vision like Coleco A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough Huh, have her sellin ass on Bronson Ave. and Pico [Kurupt] At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the Holiday Inn (say what nigga?) I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then we'll fuck her friends I said I dip, dive, what can I say? Niggaz need to stop fuckin with O.J. Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks I had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoes I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes Lil' Almond Joy, I truly enjoy if you blew my balls, right through my drawers Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot From the way she was blowin, I know she does it a lot I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters The hoe started callin when I started boss ballin Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh) Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak That ain't shit new, I thought you knew (what?) I knew you would, you wish you could break a G down, break me down But I'ma see you on the rebound (what what?) D.P. style Chorus {*door slams*} [D.O.C.] Lil' 1/2 Dead [1/2 Dead??] Lil' 1/2 Dead the money jumped out to say ol' Snoop Dogg on the look out boy? [D.O.C.] Yeahhh [some hoe] He gotta be MORE than 1/2 Dead if he don't fill my motherfuckin drink up! [1/2 Dead??] Or fill your motherfuckin mouth up [D.O.C.] Ahhhhhh-HAHAhahahahAHAHH [some hoe] I don't think so!! Ackrite [Hittman] It's fuckin ackrite Question is - can I get some? Knahmsayin? Ackrite bitch When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, youknahmsayin? When I yank you by the fuckin perm don't be lookin at a nigga crazy Just get with the digits and be the fuck out, youknahmsayin? Let me break it down for y'all It was just one of those days when I wanted to catch sunrays Fun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoon Nigga ? got room, grab the gat for misbehavors and the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes Zoom-zoom like the Commodores Wonder will we have drama or, end up clownin whores Around the full good-to-go girls like them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby I be postin all-world in The Ra Sippin 151 that gave me too much pride to back down Soon as we get to The Beach I'ma put my fuckin mack down I'm playin lead, not the background It's time to put Bronson on the map now Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite I'ma have to ack-wild Chorus: sung by Hittman Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, cause niggaz don't fight Sucker free for life, so you better think twice (Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite) I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like Snatchin up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite (Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right) [Hittman] Uhhhhh.. drink kickin in, I'm stimulated For those that don't know big words, I'M FUCKIN FADED Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded spot Our first spot was cool til some gangsters made it hot Now we plot and pose plus we watchin hoes, with lots of flesh exposed gettin swarmed by those type of niggaz with no game but brown-nose So I impose only like pros can "Yo, is this your man?" "No." Grab the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman." Bling! Gold chain gleam "You're very eligible for my summer league team." Maybe too extreme cause the sister got steamed Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethern I got mad spit flame on the name Stefan, tattooed on her arm Hoe you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite Chorus (minus the word "Aight" both times) [Hittman] Frontin on the ack-rite, causin me to act up Good Samaritan save that hoe from gettin slapped up My homies crack up at the scene I made Yo my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on fade If it wasn't for the one-time brigade I woulda sprayed at the hooker tramp As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp Make tracks, where else can we go to take hoes from fake macks {*CAR HORN*} aiyyo, chase them girls in that black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her neckbone, lookin back at us Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's plush They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in touch Keep it on hush without the tip-in Mackin interrupted by some niggaz set-trippin Clip in the strap, I showed these niggaz how to act Chorus Bang Bang Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! [Dr. Dre] Everyday it's the same thang, L.A. ain't changed Niggaz still playa hatin, but Dre ain't changed I'm just a lot smarter now cause these niggaz is bangin ten times harder now Niggaz ringin they ass up in the wrong part of town Better turn they car around Rollin the window down (Em: Hey can we talk it out?) (Hitt: NAH GET THE FUCK OUT!) Johnny got a shotgun and he ain't even strong enough to cock one Fuck tryin to job hunt Niggaz got AK's, niggaz is way crazier than Dre was back in his N.W.A. days Niggaz spray strays and shoot without lookin Niggaz walk by and blast without leavin a footprint I think the attitudes are twice as worst It takes half the time to get your life reversed Always tryin to play Rambo with they ammo Make a nigga wanna stay in family mode BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! [Knoc-turn'al] Late nights is full of led that whistles as it goes by Murder arrives, anytime Bullets take flight when the fo'-five ignites Some hearts skip a beat, some get blew out, and every light put you in the site of youngsters with automatics Bustin on shit to lay everything down even tourists and non-affiliates These days, gun play is official with green lights on every block Know the sign tells you too it's not best to stop On every corner, Cali niggaz are dumpin You'll be shakin your soul loose from the box at the coroner's Makin death not so foreign to ya Niggaz got Rugers and M-14's with enough, ammo to leave an armored truck swiss cheese I've learned to stay away from house parties I've seen too many go and end up absent without leavin Ain't no, warm welcomings, my eyes have witnessed the bend in on Nights that don't sleep, and fireworks until dawn Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! [Hittman] Now tell me - what the fuck is this man? Niggaz doin brothers in worse than the Klan Can't even stand, in front of your buildin and chill without yieldin, twelve-year-old children that kill blood spillin, thugs be illin, unnecessary slugs fillin the sky, usually drillin the one that wasn't willin to die, yes sir in the Killing Field I got my, life preserver And I'll do my time for murder, these niggaz got the nerve to question me - bout the colors that I got on? Now see that red dot on your knot Bout to get your whole crew shot on A Soldier of Fortune, I'm the wrong nigga to plot on Took him out on the spot before he even got on my hitlist -- peep this I cock back, you bow down Bust round, bloody the ground, retaliation sounds like this Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! The Message [Dr. Dre] This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P. .. {*Mary J. Blige sings in the background*} .. A message to God .. {*Mary J. Blige sings in the background*} .. [Dr. Dre] Since you finishin em early, what posessed you to start him? We made a vow - later we'll regret til death do us part Lord, I thought we was made for each other You shouldn't connect those, made to be taken away from each other Now what I'm supposed to do? I'm only half the man that I was I'll never last, cause my better half is up there with you You knew what you was doin when you made us; so with all due respect you coulda forgave him, you didn't have to take him He can take the game with him, cause he defines the word The one who puts the G in it, who you think put me in it? I'm feelin like my whole world is blinded - wonderin why Cryin, pourin out my heart, pourin out liquor behind it We fought like brothers, somethin we never should do We coulda used time spent arguin tellin the truth He had talent too - I had plans on watchin him grow Don't know what hurts more - seein him leave, or watchin him go [Mary J. Blige] Listen listen listen.. (listen) whoahh (listen) Listen listen listen.. (better listen) whoahh-oahhh-oahhh Listen listen listen.. {*harmonizing*} Listen.. mmm-mmm-mmm [Rell] + {Mary} If you wanna know why.. {why I live my life} The way that I do.. {cause I got to get this money} So don't worry about me.. {cause I know my way around} I'm just hustlin everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper [Dr. Dre] Youse a soldier, you're probably packin heat up there Met up with homies from the street, and got deep up there If you only knew the way I felt before they ruined the crew I thought I learned from Eazy, now I'm goin through it with you We lost a thug, a son, and a father I spoke to your son, the other day, and told him Uncle Dre got him The Lord must be accidentally pulling your file cause I'm still paging you, 911, straight in denial Prayin you get it, but no man can choose the card he was dealt You either quit, or you gon' play it like you get it I done been through all emotions, from in shock, to keepin a poker face to straight breakin down and showin all emotions I'm anxious to believe in real G's don't cry If that's the truth, then I'm realizin I ain't no gangsta It's just not me, but you know I'ma always ride wit you I miss you, sometimes I wish I just died wit you [Mary J. Blige] Listen listen listen.. (listen) whoahh (listen) Listen listen listen.. whoahh-oahhh-oahhh Listen listen listen.. {*harmonizing*} Listen.. eyy-eyy-eyy-yeah-yeahh [Rell] + {Mary} If you wanna know why.. {why I live my life} The way that I do.. {cause I got to get this money} So don't worry about me.. {don't worry, don't worry worry} I'm just hustlin everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper [Mary J. Blige] yeah, yeah, ahhh-oooh-oahahahhhhh.. listen.. mmmmmmmmmhmhmhmmmmmm.. if you don't know why I.. you gotta listen up right now lis-ten, lis-ten, lis-ten, lis-ten.. oooooooooh... oahahoooohhh ooooha ohhhhh lis-ten, lis-ten ahhhowooooo yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah-ehh-yeah, yeah-ooeooooh yahhooooohahhooooh listen lis-ten, children lis-ten I'm tryin to tell you somethin good Don't get caught up in the hood Yeahhh-hah, yeahhh-hah, aooooooh if you don't know why.. you gotta find out the reason why.. brother.. brother..