The D.O.C. — From Ruthless to Death Row Do We All Part

[Intro : spoken] That's fucked up, yeah yah 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 And that's what they are you dig? A bitch ain't nothin' But a muthafucka that wanna come up From another muthafucka (in the house) Hard work Don't make no sense to these muthafuckas (baby girl) dumbass muthafuckas To make it really really clear to I'mma explain it to ya in a story form Like this here Check this out [Verse 1] I remember the way it started Once upon a time When a nigga named Dre came, Diggy got signed Ruthless nigga, everything was all good In 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 (damn!) This is when I found out "Look at this shit!" You was slippin' You ain't gonna tip for 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 Then they would say 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 talking shit, they came up on a lick Ain't that a bitch? I coulda been the star dude Or maybe I shoulda stab 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 together 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 light keys 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 Bitch Trick Trick-ass La-la-la.... [Samples] (Once upon a time not long ago...) (A brother tried to play me like a kid so I dismissed him) [Knowledge and the talent that my mother had bore with her equals The Formula] (It's like a message that only I can understand) [Happiness to me is like a positive cash flow] [I feel successful when receiving the residual] [I feel successful when receiving the residual] (Keepin' it dope as long as I can rock a mansion) (Remember this forever!) The Doc is (Keepin' it dope as long as I can rock a mansion) (Remember this forever!)](2197854) The Doc is (Keepin' it dope as long as I can rock a mansion) (Remember this forever!)](2197854) The Doc is (Keepin' it dope as long as I can rock a mansion) (Remember this forever!)](2197854) The Doc is (Keepin' it dope as long as I can rock a mansion) (Remember this forever!)](2197854) [Outro] To all the peoples in the house, po' I'mma let 'em know I'mma 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!