[Dat Nigga Daz]
 It's a brand new day in the hood
 It's money to make, and I'm doin bad and it ain't lookin good
 It's all about the you know what everywhere that I roll
 And never leave emptyhanded without packin my chrome
 If it's on it's on, I put down my gangsta hand
 Show and prove and be gat, put the jack down a chance
 See I can put down like this, and you don't know why
 Niggaz always would try, but soon they all just die
 How they come up like I, would put my biz in the street
 I'd like to say is that the jack made my life complete
 Fifty-four thousand the cash he left cheesed and stitched
 But it still ain't enough, so what can I plot next?
 An armored truck'd be fine, as I come up from behind
 Grab 7 bags and fled, not wastin no time
 Coppers tailin my ass, breathin hard on my back
 Now my biz in the corner as I aband' the 'Llac
 Grab the satchel full of money brother Star crib
 I throw the money on the table say 'be back in a bit'
 I caught the biggest dope sack, I got my hood sewed up
 Now everybody bought to make the bomb soaked uncut
 Ridin', slipin' and slidin'
 Ran out a door my situation's back where I left
 A voice quietly tellin me -- you got to come up on some bread
 Don't get twisted for shit, see I be mashin on my own mission
 Never dreamin or wishin the money that I'm missin
 I heard some, niggaz doubt clockin rakin in all the dough
 And since I'm doin bad I gotta jack for they dough
 Called my partners in crime, Kurupt, Nate Dogg, and Style
 True soldiers from the Dogg Pound, puttin it down
 Kick the door in with the gauge and fo'-fo' (don't move)
 Blast a couple of niggaz as I style with all the dough
 Five pounds of coke, two pounds of ?
 Now we baggin it up, and smokin all night long
 I wanna trip, then I didn't have no chip
 And my pockets be short, and I started to trip
 To maintain with no problem stopped by my bitch house
 She was poppin with them sales I don't play that shit (bitch!)
 and sold five hundred in cavi barely happy today
 Feelin knockin rowdy and my homey had to say
 [Kurupt]
 Well I got me a plot on the Westside on the town
 With some mark ass niggaz from the other side (yeah let's put it down)
 Now Dogg Pound Gangstaz true indeed we see
 the layout down, as we proceed
 Two in the front, three in the back, about to make niggaz collapse
 Cocked back the strap two minutes before the jack
 takes place now we face to face and I'm in the mood
 for a murder, so I'm all for the do low and you know
 The chances, advances stages
 Gauges and three-eighties, crazy, nigga shady
 To my lady, what I'ma do is mine for my loot
 with the homies mash on the massion about quarter to two
 When we arrive, I be the first nigga to dip
 Straight to the front door and intention's to straight trip
 I gotta make my grip and I made my grip with the quickness
 niggaz here to lick and got paid, bitch
 Ridin', slipin' and slidin'
 I don't trust a bitch, so fuck a bitch
 What's the function, what's the game
 All abord, the cavi train
 All you busters, riding round
 You don't wanna, see the Pound