Back in the 12th grade G
 When I used to hang with CH to the IP hangin' in the halls
 Tryin' to get the young bitches ridin' my ballz
 We got dissed cuz we were jog' and kept to ourself shyo
 Because it's all about self
 We used to try to get the number and the name
 But back then   they wanted mothafuckaz in the dope game
 We used to try to fuck with ho's
 In our graduatin' class there was no woman givin' up the ass
 We go to a dance, we see ho's rollin' eyes on my crew,
 But what the fuck can I do?
 They would'nt even give a nigga like me a chance thou [why?]
 Because my feet was my transport
 You ax 'em to dance they start to riff
 And on the way home niggaz never gave us a lift
 But now the tables turned around
 Every mothafucka and his mom would wanna be down
 I see the bitches at the clubs, the same ones
 They're thinkin' they're fine and also runnin' the same line :
 "What's up Ren, we used to be in the same class"
 I'm shakin' my head yeah, now listen to line ass
 They ax me what have I been up to,
 Knowin' damn well I made money for my record sales
 I zip on my drink and say see ya
 Cuz only a four leg and pregnant mud can be ya'

 People that used to hate me
 Now when they see me they speak first
 But used to demon raps cuz I cursed
 They used to say I would'nt make it cuz I use profanity
 And call myself a Nigga With an Attitude
 But once again the tables turned around
 Niggaz tryin' to be down - walkin' up like a hound
 Especially the ones that never had nothin' to say
 Now they talk to me like enow and everyday
 Axin' me what's up with Eazy
 Or Dr. Dre, yo did he marry Miss She'ly?
 Or did the D.O.C get his voice back,
 And niggaz think I'm mean when I say I'm not a magazine
 Cuz when I come around I wanna kick it
 The ..... is axin' me for concert tickets
 The same fools, that used to go to my school
 When you see my on the streets just chill and be cool
 So if you realy wanna be down -
 Don't crowd around a nigga like a hound!

 The hound-dogs, they come in all shapes n' sizes
 Jackin' 'round Ren with a gang o' surprises
 Nothin' but a groopy in sheep's clothin'
 The shit makes me lough when the homies want an autograph
 I feel like I'm on a talkshow
 Because they ax all the questions then say they gotta go
 Never wanna know how I'm makin' out
 All they wanna know is when my alboum's commin' out
 Or ax me - 'Yo Ren, when are you goin' on tour?'
 I tell 'em 'the same time like I told you before'
 Then there's always one beggin' for me to kick hm down
 For pissin' on my leg I never knew you you fuckin' hound!
 So go back to your home and fetch yo' bone
 And quit retrievin' on mine cuz nigga you got your own
 And talk about me behind my back - nigga please!
 So much of a hound, all you're missin' is your flees
 Scratchin' all day because you're itchin'
 You're tryin' to get news wishin' you was in my shoes
 But trippin' like that you'd never be down
 Cuz Ren don't likes a fuckin' hound -
 You straight hound-dog