Intro: Dre
 Yeah  hell yeah  knowhatI'msayin  yeah
 Verse One: Dre
 Mista Busta  where the fuck ya at?
 Can't scrap a lick  so I know ya got your gat
 Your dick on hard  from fuckin your road dogs
 The hood you threw up with  niggaz you grew up with
 Don't even respect your ass
 That's why it's time for the doctor  to check your ass  nigga
 Used to be my homey  used to be my ace
 Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
 Make you bow down to the row
 Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little ho
 Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
 Let me ride, just another homicide
 Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
 Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on
 So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
 And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
 And pass the bud, and stay low-key
 B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love
 Now call it what you want to
 You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you
 Break One: Dre
 Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin about
 We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded
 Put down the candy and let the little boy go
 You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherfucker
 **We want Eazy, we want Eazy**
 Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg
 Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
 Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin house
 Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
 Death Row's in the motherfuckin house
 Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
 The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
 Play, with my bone with ya jimmy
 It seems like you're good for makin jokes about your jimmy
 But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
 I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke
 But fuck your mama, I'm talkin about you and me
 Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T
 Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious
 And them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootylicious
 You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy?
 With ya mama and your daddy hollin' Bay-Bee
 So won't they let you know
 That if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin wit Death Row
 And I ain't even slangin them thangs
 I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beotch
 Break Two:
 Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker
 So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin crranium cracked nigga
 Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
 Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERFUCKER!
 Verse Three: Dre and Snoop
 Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touched
 Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin fucked, busta
 Musta, thought I was sleazy
 Or though I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy
 Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke
 Ay yo Dre, whattup, check this nigga off loc
 If it ain't another ho that I gots ta fuck with
 Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
 With my nuts on ya tonsils
 While ya onstage rappin at your wack-ass concerts
 And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside
 To show you how Death Row pull off that whoride
 Now you might not understand me
 Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
 Then we gon creep to South Central
 On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple
 Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
 Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat
 You tryin to check my homey, you better check yo self
 Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, MOTHERFUCKER
 Outtro
 Yeah, nine-deuce
 Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again
 It don't stop, Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
 Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house
 Long Beach in the motherfuckin house
 Compton style nigga, straight up, really doe
 Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like
 YouknowhatI'msayin?
 All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dick
 Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
 Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
 Luke, can eat a fat dick
 Yeah