'Cause Tim Dog is here
 Let's get down to the nitty gritty
 And talk about a bullshit city
 Talking about niggaz from Compton
 They're no comp and they truly ain't stomping
 Tim Dog a black man's task
 I'm so bad I'll whip Superman's ass
 All you suckers that rif on the West Coast
 I'll dis and spray your ass like a roach
 Ya think you're cool wit your curls and your shades
 I'll roll thick and you'll be yelling raid
 One hard brother that lives in New York
 Where brothers are hard and we don't have to talk
 Shut your mouth before we come out stomping
 Hey, yo Eazy
 Fuck Compton

 (Why you dissing Eazy?)
 'Cause the boy ain't shit
 Chew him with tobacco, an' spit him in shit
 I crush Ice Cube, I'm cool wit Ice T
 But NWA ain't shit to me
 Dre beating on Dee from Pump it Up
 Step to the Dog and get fucked up
 I'm simplistic, imperialistic, idealistic
 And I'm kicking ballistics
 Having that gang war
 We want to know what you're fighting for
 Fighting over colors?
 All that gang shit is for dumb muthafuckas
 But you go on thinking you're hard
 Come to New York and we'll see who gets robbed
 Take your jeri curls, take your black hats
 Take your wack lyrics and your bullshit tracks
 Now you're mad and you're thinking about stomping
 Well I'm from the South Bronx
 Fuck Compton

 Tim Dog and I'm the best from the East
 And all this Compton shit must cease
 So keep your eyes on the prize and
 Don't jeopardize my arrive 'cause that's not wise
 You really think that you can rhyme
 Well come and get some of this loaded tech-nine
 Bo bo bo shots are cold gunning
 And you'll really be a hundred miles and running
 You wanna play go ride in a sleigh
 I'm so large I fuck Michel le'
 In the bathroom we was boning
 You shoulda heard how the bitch was moaning
 Do do do do dooo do do do do do do do
 Shut the fuck up bitch, you can't sing
 Ya sound like a kid playing on a swing (Fuck you)
 I'm the man at hand to run the band
 That's in command
 You know who the fuck I am
 Tim Dog, what's my muthafucking name
 Tim Dog, that's my muthafucking game
 So whether you think that I'm just a myth
 That riff, the lift, the gift, the if, the fifth'
 The shift, the spliff, that's in control, to hold
 To fold, to bold and make an ache and take and fake
 Wooh! and I'm still great

 Fuck Compton