Intro: Luke
 UH! Yo  fuck ass niggas
 let me tell y'all one thing  right now I just don't give a fuck!
 I'ma let niggas just RIP y'all motherfuckin' throwdown  y'all
 gay ass motherfuckers! Snoop ass  hoe ass  dog ass nigga!
 Dre  you ain't nothin' but my bitch  I'ma make you my bitch!
 You look like you could suck a nigga' dick  hoe ass motherfucker!!

 Verse 1: JT Money

 I know niggas ain't tryin' to diss comin' with that wack shit
 Keep tryin' to front, get your motherfuckin' back split
 And yo' ass kicked! Your shit is drastic!
 Run up on my nigga, get your punk ass blasted!
 Real niggas don't talk that gay shit
 Talk about, let another nigga suck ya dick
 Only punks talk like that
 I won't even bust ya; I'll slap you with my gat!
 Frontin' like a gangsta, but you's a faggot
 See if you can act it, but you can't back it
 A nigga like me won't play wit' ya
 I'ma BUCK BUCK BUCK when I get ya!
 Fuck it, I'm Goin' All Out
 Step on Death Row and spray up ya house, nigga!
 Dumb motherfucker tryin' to talk bad
 Fuck around, get a missile launched in yo' ass
 And for your homies talkin' fly shit,
 If we was locked up together I'd have made 'em MY bitches!
 'Cause I know y'all pranksters
 Y'all niggas still Fakin' Like Gangsters! Fuck y'all!!

 Verse 2: Clayvosie

 It's about time for me to tear the roof off the motherfucker
 I grab the gat to make you fuck-niggas run for cover
 You can fool a groupie, but you can't fool a gangsta
 1985, you used to be a fuckin' prankster
 Down with (?) and the World Wreckin' Cru
 Turnin' off the lights and dressin' like bitches too
 Every nigga on Death Row must be a joke
 I put a level to the chair and watch you niggas smoke
 Real niggas don't follow punks down here
 I guess your nigga Snoopie Dogg must be a queer
 So who the fuck you gonna blast here in Miami?
 Fuck with me and I'll kill your whol' family!
 And I do mean hoe', you think I'm playin', son?
 I got my glock to your head, now where you gonna run?
 Before you diss my nigga Luke, you better think twice
 I'll pull a trigger, nigga, and turn off your life!

 Luke:
 Yeah, fuck-ass nigga, you just don't know! A nigga know about yo'
 motherfuckin' ass with them "Turn Off the Lights" days! Nigga,
 when you was sittin' on them album covers with the motherfuckin'
 lip gloss, and them sequins outfits on, nigga, I know what a nigga want
 you to do right now! Nigga, you know what I want you to do for me
 right now? I want you to just, *music stops*
 Take off that g-string, ba-by,
 'Cause you know you look real cra-zy,
 And you gon' be my hoe - maybe -
 I just don't like this nigga.
 Yo, Mike Fresh, let's just take these fuck-niggas' beat!!
 *The opening of the instrumental track from "Fuck Wit Dre Day"*
 Yeah, this is how we do, we take fuck-niggas' beat!
 Yo, better yet, fuck that shit, my nigga, fuck that shit!
 *The record needle is dragged off*
 Yo, my nigga, bring the real shit in!
 Get that ol' coochie shit outta here!!
 *The "Cowards" track comes back on*

 Verse 3: JT Money

 Verse two, motherfucker, I still hit you with the ill shit
 Fuck with my nigga and yo' ass'll get killed quick
 Pussy nigga, you ain't shit!!
 Did a whole album of other niggas pullin' your dick
 I'll wreck your whole staff
 Bust shots at they ass, you niggas can't last!
 So don't try to flip the script, money grip
 Got a tech on my hip, plus I'm in the mood to trip
 And I'll take your 4-4
 Take a walk down Death Row, them niggas get Petrol
 'Cause that shit ain't nothin' but soft-town
 Play bad, get knocked the fuck off, clown
 I'll be on the D.L. scopin'
 Catch you slippin', leave your motherfuckin' chest open
 That nigga changed gears like a 10-speed
 Last album, that nigga was against weed
 Now he's mister Chronic-man
 Get high, nigga, try to play bionic man
 Act like you wanna be tough
 And we gon' see who'll really get fucked, ya fuck!!

 Luke: Yeah, fuck-ass nigga, lemme tell you somethin'! What you gon'
 be? You gon' be a real nigga or you gon' be a flaunt, nigga? You gon'
 be on weed, or you ain't gon' be on weed? You gon' be a bruise next
 year! Aaight, what you gon' be on this motherfuckin' year? Let me
 tell you somethin' 'bout a nigga, right? All real niggas - I mean, you
 lookin' at a real nigga, nigga, now lemme tell you somethin', have you
 ever got head on stage, then? I'll get head from yo' motherfuckin' hoe
 on stage! You let the bitch be in the audience, 'cause I'ma take that
 pussy! You a pussy-ass, cock-ass nigga! Lemme tell you somethin'!
 Cowards in Compton get sprayed in dank! Cowards in Compton get
 sprayed in dank, pussy!! Cowards in Compton get sprayed in
 motherfuckin' dank!! You hoe-ass nigga, you my bitch, bitch!!
 JT (in the manner of Dre): HELL yeah!

 Announcer (talking rapidly):
 Luke Records would like to acknowledge that all references made in the
 previous work towards homosexuals is not reflecting anti-homosexual
 position on our part. Our problem was just homosexuals by the name of
 Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg