(featuring Slick Rick)
That's fucked up, yeah.
The new world
I'd like to make a small dedication tonight to the bitches of the world
Now to make this understood, I'm gonna explain somethin' to you
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To be a bitch, you don't necessarily have to have a pussy in your pants
(True indeed, true indeed)
Most, if not all, of the bitches I know (That's right)
Have little peckers, little dicks
A bitch ain't nothin'
But a muthafucka that wanna come up
From another muthafucka
Don't make no sense to these muthafuckas
Now to make it real clear I'm gonna explain it to ya in a story form
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I remember the way it started
Once upon a time
When a nigga named Dre came, nigga got signed
Ruthless nigga, everything is all good
You the shit, 'cause you rollin' wit' some Boyz-N-the-Hood
No One Can Do it Better, see, 'cause I'm an md
And when I fuck it up, you give me 25 G's
Eazy-E said, "Yeah, oh yeah!"
So I took it
Forget the paperwork
The money made me overlook it
I rose up quick from the pit I was in
450 0300 Benz
Nothin' but ends, money bought friends
Got me in a cross [?]
Now everything's lost
This is when I found out
"Look at this shit!"
You is slippin'
You ain't gonna believe what that nigga did
"My shit fucked up, Dre, you need to look"
"I ain't trippin', yo, I think your little homie, he a crook"
The spot got shook, it was hell below
Is that the future shock?
Hell, no, it's Death Row
I was all in because of the begin
Think they would see
Yo, we all gon' win
So "The Chronic" was upon us, the music awards
But I was still broke at the crib when they toured
The album soared and I got bored
With niggas talkin' shit, they came upon a [?]
Ain't that a bitch?
I coulda been the star dude
Or maybe I shoulda stabbed out like Ice Cube
But what about your Dogg?
Who? Snoop? We was tight
I hung around, we'd get together when he'd write
In the Pound, that's the way it come to [?]
When it's goin' down, niggas is in whatever
I went outside for a minute and came back
Niggas was talkin' crazy like they wanted me to rap
So I did somethin' from the old lp
"Damn! That's that shit!"
"That's what a nigga want to see"
Visit the Windy City and [?]
Rock over 17, 000 G's
I recognized game
The shit was kinda funny
Fucked-up voice shit, nigga make money
He came back and here comes the glory
And this is the way I'm gonna end this story
I was only 19
Lookin' for a dream
From what I put out
I never got a fuckin' thing
This and the wreck was the fucked-up part
It's just a little somethin' about some real heart
From Ruthless to Death Row do we all part
Bitches, see ya
Trick-ass, trick-ass bitch
(Once upon a time not long ago...)
(A brother tried to play me like a kid, so I just dissed him)
(It's like a message that only I can understand)
(Keepin' it dope as long as I can rock a mansion)
(Remember this forever!)
People in the house, I'm gonna let 'em know
I'm gonna let 'em know, my nigga
Comin' with the B-O-M-B
Lyrics taken from http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/the_doc/from_ruthless_2_death_row_do_we_all_part.html