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(featuring Slick Rick)
(Intro : spoken)
That`s fucked up, yeah.
Hey...
Welcome
To
The new world
I`d like to make a small dedication tonight to the bitches of the world
Now to make this understood, I`m gonna explain somethin` to you
(bee-yatch!)
Check this out
Bitch!
To be a bitch, you don`t necessarily have to have a pussy in your pants
(True indeed, true indeed)
In fact
Most, if not all, of the bitches I know (That`s right)
Have little peckers, little dicks
?
A bitch ain`t nothin`
But a muthafucka that wanna come up
From another muthafucka
Hard work
Don`t make no sense to these muthafuckas
Dumbass muthafuckas
Now to make it real clear I`m gonna explain it to ya in a story form
like this here
Check this out
I remember the way it started
Once upon a time
When a nigga named Dre came, nigga got signed
Ruthless nigga, everything is all good
You the shit, `cause you rollin` wit` some Boyz-N-the-Hood
No One Can Do it Better, see, `cause I`m an MD
And when I fuck it up, you give me 25 G`s
Eazy-E said, "Yeah, oh yeah!"
So I took it
Forget the paperwork
The money made me overlook it
I rose up quick from the pit I was in
450 0300 Benz
Nothin` but ends, money bought friends
Got me in a cross (?)
Now everything`s lost
This is when I found out
"Look at this shit!"
You is slippin`
You ain`t gonna believe what that nigga did
"My shit fucked up, Dre, you need to look"
"I ain`t trippin`, yo, I think your little homie, he a crook"
The spot got shook, it was hell below
Is that the future shock?
Hell, no, it`s Death Row
I was all in because of the begin
Think they would see
Yo, we all gon` win
So "The Chronic" was upon us, the music awards
But I was still broke at the crib when they toured
The album soared and I got bored
With niggas talkin` shit, they came upon a (?)
Ain`t that a bitch?
I coulda been the star dude
Or maybe I shoulda stabbed out like Ice Cube
But what about your Dogg?
Who? Snoop? We was tight
I hung around, we`d get together when he`d write
In the Pound, that`s the way it come to (?)
When it`s goin` down, niggas is in whatever
I went outside for a minute and came back
Niggas was talkin` crazy like they wanted me to rap
So I did somethin` from the old LP
"Damn! That`s that shit!"
"That`s what a nigga want to see"
Visit the Windy City and (?)
Rock over 17,000 G`s
I recognized game
The shit was kinda funny
Fucked-up voice shit, nigga make money
He came back and here comes the glory
And this is the way I`m gonna end this story
I was only 19
Lookin` for a dream
From what I put out
I never got a fuckin` thing
This and the wreck was the fucked-up part
It`s just a little somethin` about some real heart
From Ruthless to Death Row do we all part
Bitches, see ya
Trick-ass, trick-ass bitch
Trick
Trick-ass
La-la-la..
(Once upon a time not long ago...)
(A brother tried to play me like a kid, so I just dissed him)
(It`s like a message that only I can understand)
(Keepin` it dope as long as I can rock a mansion)
(Remember this forever!)
People in the house, I`m gonna let `em know
I`m gonna let `em know, my nigga
E-R-O-T-I-C
H-L-B
D-O-C
Comin` with the B-O-M-B
Beeyatch!
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