[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
Mista Busta, where the f** you at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
Your dick on hard, from f**in' your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, n***as you grew up with
Don't even respect your a**
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your a**, n***a
Used to be my homie, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out ya mouth
Make ya bow down to the Row
f**in' me, now I'm f**in' you, little ho
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah, it's me so I'mma talk on
Stomping on the Eazy-est streets that you can't walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pa** the bud and stay low-key
B.G. cause you lost all your homie's love
Now call it what you want to
You f**ed with me, now it's a must that I f** with you
[Interlude: Dr. Dre]
Yeah, that's what the f** I'm talkin' about
We have your mothaf**in' record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You know what I'm sayin? Punk motherf**er
(We want Eazy! We want Eazy!)
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherf**in' house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
d**h Row's in the motherf**in house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
Play with my bone, would ya Timmy?
It seems like you're good for making jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your momma that you might not like
I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke
But f** your mama, I'm talking 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 kicking were quite bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg "oh is he crazy?"
With your mama and your daddy hollering "Baby!"
So won't they let you know
That if you f** with Dre, n***a you're f**in' wit d**h Row
And I ain't even slanging them thangs
I'm hollering 187 with my dick in your mouth, beyotch
[Interlude: RBX]
Yeah n***a, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherf**er
So you wanna pop that sh**, get your motherf**in cranium cracked n***a
Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherf**in joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R
Yeah, motherf**er
[Verse 3: Dre and Snoop]
(Now understand this: my n***a Dre can't be touched)
Luke's bending over (Luke's getting f**ed, busta)
Must've thought I was sleazy
Or thought I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy
(Animosity made you speak what you spoke)
(Ayo Dre) Whattup (Check this n***a off, loc)
If it ain't another ho that I gots to f** with
Gap teeth in your mouth so my dick's gots to fit
(With my nuts on your tonsils)
(While you're onstage rapping at your wack-a** concerts)
And I'mma snatch your a** from the backside
To show you how d**h Row pull off that hoo-ride
(Now you might not understand me)
Cause I'mma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
(Then we gonna 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 trying to check my homey, you better check yourself)
(Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself)
Motherf**er (Yeah, n***a)
[Outro: Snoop]
Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre, dropping chronic once again
It don't stop: punishing punk motherf**ers real quick like
Doggy Dogg in the motherf**in house
Long Beach in the motherf**in house
Compton style n***a, straight up, really tho
Breaking all you s**as off something real proper like
You know what I'm sayin?
All these s**a a** n***as can eat a fat dick
Yeah, Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
Luke can eat a fat dick