From ruthless 2 death row (do we all part)

From ruthless 2 death row (do we all part) Lyrics

(featuring Slick Rick)

(Intro : spoken)
That's f**ked up, yeah.

Hey...

Welcome
To
The new world

I'd like to make a small dedication tonight to the b**ches of the world
Now to make this understood, I'm gonna explain somethin' to you
(bee-yatch!)
Check this out
b**ch!
To be a b**ch, you don't necessarily have to have a pussy in your pants
(True indeed, true indeed)
In fact
Most, if not all, of the b**ches I know (That's right)
Have little peckers, little dicks
?

A b**ch ain't nothin'
But a muthaf**ka that wanna come up
From another muthaf**ka
Hard work
Don't make no sense to these muthaf**kas
Dumbass muthaf**kas
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 sh*t, 'cause you rollin' wit' some Boyz-N-the-Hood
No One Can Do it Better, see, 'cause I'm an MD
And when I f**k 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 sh*t!"
You is slippin'
You ain't gonna believe what that nigga did
"My sh*t f**ked 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' sh*t, they came upon a (?)

Ain't that a b**ch?

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 sh*t!"
"That's what a nigga want to see"

Visit the Windy City and (?)
Rock over 17,000 G's
I recognized game
The sh*t was kinda funny
f**ked-up voice sh*t, 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 f**kin' thing
This and the wreck was the f**ked-up part
It's just a little somethin' about some real heart

From Ruthless to Death Row do we all part
b**ches, see ya
Trick-ass, trick-ass b**ch
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!