"If It Ain't Ruff"


   

[MC Ren:]
Ren is the villain and you're just an hostage
So whenever I'm steppin cover your head like an ostrich
Groupies been waitin for this, suckers been hatin for this
You know why ? Because so many are relatin to this
Jealous is how they feel it intentionally
But they start to love it becoz I made it eventually
Pumpin the music I keep the music like pumpin
Coz Ren ain't in here for nuthin, I keep the average crowd jumpin
Yo, you know the color, the villain's in black
Always down to make noise, and attack
So you better get back unless you wanna come with it
And make your face like a target and close your eyes when I hit it
You're screamin with fear but it's with fear that you're screamin
You're wakin up in a sweat coz Ren is givin bad dreams and
I'm not schemin, I'm just tellin the facts
That's how it is when N.W.A. starts to jack
So brothers that wanna scrap with me
That sweezin and sneezin will have to lap with me
Especially beggin to write some lyrics with me
I just snatch your girl to take a nap with me
Coz when it comes to Ren there's no comparison
And if you try to be me, it's quite embarassin
But I understand coz you're mentally slow
Coz I can tell from the jump you're too nervous to go

If it aint' ruff it ain't me (scratch)
[Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack]
If it ain't ruff it ain't me (scratch)
Lemme bust a freestyle here [Allright then]

I can tell that you're afraid to fight me
Simple because you lost the crowd and they had to invite me
Becoz you're sweat as a puddle but there's a puddle o' sweat
I'm a threath, so get a cold rag and wipe your neck
And clean the dirt off your face that calls acne
It's ridiculous thinkin that you can jack me
This is the round where the punch will go
Until ya A G-A-T that's known as a flow
I'm makin a point but it's a point that I'm makin
Like, see, I'm hatin the fakin I keep the suckers like shakin
Scared to speak with a tongue and they're chozen
The sound of my voice in their ear and they're frozen
This is a battle to the death, it's like the [?? same ol' ??]
Against a brother on a tip, with [??]
Givin a pain but it's with pain that I'm givin
But I'm comparin and tearin'em but I'm makin a livin
With the hype of a 9 Volt battery
And the odds for me to conquer is averagely good
Meanin I'm a flow
I'm from the streets so, yo, I'm ready to go

If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren]
[Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack]
If it ain't ruff it ain't me
[Man whatcha gonna do now ?] [get funky]

The 'do not disturb' sign is in effect
While I'm thinkin of a fool to select
To give the victim the verdict so for the verdict a victim
Slammin my vocals on a dance with the rest then I kick them
Tell'em they're guilty, and beep out the bailer
And get a new track o' drums so I can play with
Percussion; pumpin it loud when I perform
Yo, you wanna play in my game, put on a uniform
It ain't a rule in the book you have to go by
Hey, coz when it comes to cheatin yo you should know I
For fear in the hearts coz it's the hearts full of fear
Coz what you hear in your ear is something funky and clear
The hump was incredible yo but Ren he was super
But now I'm ruthless, a civilian and not a trooper
But a soldier with a top rankin
Givin dope material, the hell with the gankin
So play like an airplane and just jet
And keep your blood pressure low coz I'm a [??], if not
I'm afraid of the show
That you're a sucker and you're too nervous to go

If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren]
[The gangsta's black and he's about to attack]
If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren]
[The gangsta's black] If it ain't ... If it ain't
[scratching]

"Parental Discretion Iz Advised"


   

[Dr. Dre]
1,2,3 Kick it

[The D.O.C.]
Hey yo, Dre, what's going on, man, what's going on
Hey what'cha all gonna do for this last record
No, tell, what'cha all gonna do
Ok, you want me to do the intro, alright

Parental discretion is advised for the moment
While I'm getting candid, now understand it
Ain't too typical in any way, though the pro
On the mic is the D.O. to the C., this is an intro
I know the D.O.C. make ya want to takea valium
So buy a bucket 'cause I'm coming, it's my album
And for the record, meaning my record, check it
Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in the meantime, listen to the rhyme of the Dr. Dre
Played wit NWA
Yella's on the drum roll, rocking the beat
Hey yo Dre, where are you gonna take this shit man

[Dr. Dre]
Hey yo, let's take it to the street (word up)
Let 'em understand perfection
Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessing
'Cause I don't give a fuck about radio play
Observed the english I display
Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred
Scarred from listening to suckers so muthafuking hard
Dope, pumping that so much shit will never falter
Yo, It's Dre, so fuck the minor ?(minalta)?
Psycho like no other muthafucka, so
Step to me wrong, G-O for what you N-O
But be warn, never will I leave like a regular
'Cause I'm a little better then the regular competitor
I use to see 'em on stage
Earning money like a thief but without a guage
Until I got full of clocking the lane, getting pulled
(They said you was gonna get paid) no, that's bullshit
They like it stylistic
And I enchant the crowd like I'm a misfit
(C-C-C-C) C-C-C-cameras on flashing when I'm in action
A photo or fresh wit a flair for fashion
Pure simplicity, see it's elementary
To hear one of the hardest muthafuckers this century
Try to comprise a word to the wise
And the guys, parental discretion is advised

[MC Ren]
Ren is most extremely high performance
The black hat 'cause I worn this 'cause it's like enormous
Some shit, I don't take it, not even in a toliet
And shit from a sucker, put in a pot and I'll boil it
Turn up the pilot as it burns
And maybe, the muthafuckers will learn
I'm not a sub 'cause I speak sensible
Not consider a prince 'cause I'm a principal
I'm engineering the shit that you're hearing
'Cause when it comes to power, I'm power steering
Silly you say, I say you silly when you're say it
Rushing to the eject to put my shit in and play it
It's like Apollo but I'm not an amateur
And I'm not giving a fuck while I'm damaging ya
It's for the record so Ren's lyrics, I'm gonna spin it
And if there was a trophy involved, I'll win it
Possession is mine and I'm the holder
'Cause a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck 'cause I'm older
So for you to step off would be wise
And say fuck it, parental discretion is advised

[Ice Cube]
I be what is known as a bandit
You gotta hand it to me when you truely understand it
'Cause if you fail to see, read it in brail
Would it still be funky, so what's next is the flex
Of a genius, mirander stutter stepping, if you seen this
Dope, you hope that I don't really mean this
But it play, making greater high top fade
It's not my trademark when I get loose in the dark
You guess it was a test of a different style
It's just another muthafucker on the pile
Driving your ass with the floor of your tongue
You hung yourself short, be after knowledge was brung
To your attention by the hardest muthafucking artist
That is know for lenching any sucker in a minute
Stagger 'em all
When I start flowing like Niagra Falls
Ice Cube is a quick to rip shit in a battle
Move like a snake when I'm mad and then my tail rattle
I get low on a flow so let your kids know
When I bust, parental discretion is a must

[Eazy-E]
Little did they know that I would be arriving
And then surprising, rocking it from where I been
But it's the E here to take no mistake
To be made in a trade where funky ass records are being played
Fuck the regular, yo, I get better, the
Bitches wanna trick and go stupid for the dick
So I get 'em hot thinking they're gonna get it
As they sit, rubbing their legs like a cricket
To you it may be funny
But there's no type of some beef without money
So slip the C-note and you can choke
On a wind ding ding-a-ling down your throat
Foreplay to me ain't shit
When you spread them, I'm ready, then you can get the dick
Of the Eaze, if you can deal wit the size
But if you can't, parental discretion's advise...

Shut the fuck up

"8 Ball (Remix)"


   

[Verse One: Eazy-E]
I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky
Nickname Eazy-E your 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kicking, to show my shit
Rap a hole in my dick, boy, I don't quit
Crowd rocking motherfucker from around the way
I got a six shooter yo I'm mean and brave
Rolling through the hood to find the boys
Kick dust and cuss crank up some noise
Police on my drawers, I have to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezing my balls
Hook a right turn and let the boys go past
And I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass"
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips
Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
Turn the shit up had the bass cold whomping
Cruising through the east side south of Compton
See a big ass and I say word
I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

[Verse Two: Eazy-E]
Riding on Slauson down towards Crenshaw
Turned down the sound to ditch the law
Stopped at a light and had a fit
Cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit
Flipped his ass off put it to the floor
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
Nigga on tip cause I was drunk
See a sissy ass punk had to go in my trunk
Reached inside cause it's like that
Came back out with a silver gat
Fired at the punk and it was all because
I had to show the nigger what time it was
Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage
A sissy like that got out of Dodge
Sucka on me cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 Ball rolling

[Verse Three: Eazy-E]
Olde English 800 cause that's my brand
Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can
Drink it like a madman yes I do
Fuck the police and a 502
Stepped in the park I was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said, "Eric your breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand that's what I got
"Yo man you see Eazy hurlin' in the parking lot?"
Stepped on your foot cold dissed your hoe
Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell No!"
Called her a bitch cause that's the rule
Boyz n tha Hood trying to keep me cool
Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get on up
I start dodging the dogs and watch you fall
Just dumb full of cumn got knocked out cold
"Make you look sick you snotty nosed prick!
Now your fly bitches all over his dick!"
Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

[Verse Four: Eazy-E]
Pass the brew mother fucker while I tear shit up
And you all listen up close to roll call
Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice
Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce
Dre makes the beats so goddamn funky
Do the Olde 8 fuck the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the niggas from CIA
Crazy D is down and in effect
We make hard core jams so fuck respect
Make a toast all you punks to the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

"Something Like That"


   

[Dre] Ah yeah, yo Ren, yo ready to do this shit ?
[Ren] Yeah, Dre, let's rip shit up
[Dre] Hey, yo Yella Boy, why don't you kick me one of them
funky beats ?
[Ren] Yo, we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house
[Dre] Compton's definately in the house. Yo Ren, whatta we gonna
call this ? Tell'em what yo name is ?
[Ren] Yeah something like that
[Dre] Allright, let's kick this shit on the one
Kick it

[Ren]
Back by demand, now it's big as fuck
Because you as the public, you should know what's up
"Compton's in the House" was more than gold, it was a hit
Cause it was based on some crazy shit
So our final conclusion has been permitted
Punks made us a target and knew that we'd hit it
But that was a part of showbizz
[Dre]
Hey yo homeboy, why don't you tell'em what your name is ?
[Ren]
Well for the record it's Ren, and for the street it's villain
And strapped with a gat, it's more like Matt Dillon
On "Gunsmoke", but not a man of the law
I'm just the baddest motherfucker that you ever saw
See, I peep and then I creep on a fool
Get my bloodpressure high but still stay cool
Dig a grave of a nigga lookin' up to me
That really had the nerve that he could fuck with me
Who was the man in the mass, while I was waitin' to axe
You know, it's MC Ren kickin' mucho ass
Gettin' respect in showbizz
Hey yo homeboy [Dre: Whassup ?] Why don't you tell'em what yo name is ?

[Dre]
Dre, the motherfuckin' doctor, bitch hopper
The sucker-motherfucker stopper
Back with a vocal track that's a fresh one
So now, let's get the motherfuckin' session
Goin', flowin'. It's time to start throwin'
Rhymes. So keep in mind all the suckers I'm blowin'
Cause I'm a start showin' the time
Never sayin' I'm the best and just goin' for mine
Unlike a lotta suckers who claim they're gettin' busy
When their records only make good frisbees
You need to stop runnin' off the mouth
Stop and think before you put some whack bullshit out
It's not difficult, in fact it's kinda simple
To create something funky that's original
You need to talk about the place to be
Who you are, what you got, about a suck MC

[Dre] Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, Ren,
You know what I'm sayin' ?
[Ren] Yeah, I know what you're sayin', Dre, but you
still ain't told'em enough, man
[Dre] Allright, Allright
Well, let's kick one more verse right here, allright
Kick it

[Dre]+[Ren]
This is portable, something to fuck with yo ear
Ren and Dre will appear when the sound is clear
To fuck it up like we always do, and that's the trick
Sayin' some shit to make the bitches wanna suck our dicks
But it's an everyday thang
Communicating to y'all with the Compton slang
Compton's back in the house and your appartment
So open your door, by the way, so we can start it
Test the monitors and call this mic
Cause the way we feel, we're gonna fuck it up tonight
I got my mic in my hand, with a hell of a grip
Bitches screamin' and shit, now it's a trip
Waitin' for the grand finale, or the end
Or stupid rhymes set be Dre and Ren
Well, like a kid, we get new shoes and go faster
Smilin', like hell, as we move past the
Suckers, the motherfuckers with the ego hype
Cause we're positive and they're on a negative type
And if think we're about to quit...
Motherfucker you ain't heard shit

[Dre] Yeah, that shit was funky, you know what I'm sayin', Ren ?
[Ren] I know what you're sayin', this is MC Ren and Dr.Dre
cold kickin' it in the place
[Dre] Ah yeah, my mellow Eazy E in the house
Yella Boy in the house
my boy Ice Cube
Arabian Prince cold rockin' shit
[Ren] Oh yeah, hey, I'm a say whassup to my homeboys from CNW
[Dre] Yeah, hey, yo Ren, whatta we gonna call this shit ?
Tell'em what yo name is ?
[Ren] Yeah something like that...

"Express Yourself"


   

Yo, man... There's a lot of brothers out there flakin' and perpetratin
But scared to kick reality.
Man, you've been doing all this dope producing.
You had a chance to show 'em what time it is...
So, what you want me to do?
Express Yourself...

I'm expressin' with my full capabilities,
And now I'm livin' in correctional facilities,
Cause some don't agree with how I do this.
I get straight, meditate like a Buddhist
I'm droppin' flava, my behaviour is heriditery,
But my technique is very necessary.
Blame it on Ice Cube... Because he says it gets funky
When you got a subject and a predacit.
Add it on a dope beat
And that'll make you think.
Some suckaz just tickle me pink
To my stomache. 'Cause they don't flow like this one.
You know what? I won't hesitate to dis one
Or two before I'm through.
So don't try to sing this!
Some drop science
While I'm droppin' English.
Even if Yella
Makes it a-capella
I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or a sess.
Cause its known to give a brother brain damage.
And brain damage on the mic don't manage
Nuthin'
But makin' a sucker and you equal.
Don't be another sequel...

Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...

Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...

Now, gettin' back to the PG.
That's program, and it's easy.
Dre is back. Newjacks, I mean hollow,
Expressin' ain't their subject
Because they like to follow
The words, the style, the trend,
The records I spin.
Again and again and again
Yo, you on the other end.
Whatch a brother playin' dope rhymes with no help.
There's no fessin' and guessin'
While I'm expressin myself.
It's crazy to see people be
What society wants them to be. But not me!
Ruthless...
Is the way to go
They know.
Others say rhymes that fail
To be original.
Or they kill where the hiphop starts,
Forget about the ghetto
And rap for the pop charts.
Some musicians curse at home
But scared to use profanity
When up on the microphone.
Yeah, they want reality.
But you won't hear none.
They rather exaggerate, a little fiction.
Some say no to drugs and take a stand,
But after the show they go lookin' for the dopeman.
Or they ban my group from the radio.
Hear NWA and say "Hell no!".
But you know it ain't all about wealth.
As long as you make a note to...

Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...

Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...

Express Yourself...
From the heart.
Cause if you wanna start to move up the chart
Then expression is a big part of it.
You ain't efficient when you flow
You ain't swift, movin' like a tortoise.
Full of rigor mortis.
There's a little bit more to show
I got rhymes in my mind, and better like an embryo.
Or a lesson - all of 'em expression
And if you start fessin' -
I got a Smith and Wessun
For you.
I might ignore your record
Because it has no bottom.
I get loose in the summer. When in spring and autumn
It's Dre on the mic, gettin' physical.
Doin' the job
NWA is the lynch mob!
Yes, I'm a cob?
But you know you need this.
And the knowledge is growin'
Just like a foetus, or a tumor.
But here's the rumor:
Dre is in the neighborhood
And he's up to no good.
When I start expressin' myself,
Yella, slam it!
Cause If I stay funky like this I'm doin' damage.
Or I'mma be too hyped,
And need a straight jacket.
I got knowledge and other suckaers lack it.
So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic,
Ask what it's like.
It's like we gettin' hype tonight.
Cause if I strike
It ain't for your good health.
But I won't strike if you just...

Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...

Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...

Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...

"Compton's In The House"


   

Ah yeah, right about now Compton's in de mothafuckin' house [yeah do it do it]
NWA's in full effect
Hey yo yella boy, kick me that funky-ass beat
Yeah, who's in de mothafuckin' house?
Compton's in the mothafuckin' house!
Yeah, Compton's definetly in the house
Hey yo Ren, what we're gonna do?

[MC Ren]
To the people over here
To the people out there
To the people, the people, the people, people, the people, people
From everywhere watching the show
Paying top dolars because they know
When we're on the stage, we're in a mothafuckin' range
So Dre, why don't you get the 12 guage [yeah]
And show 'em how Eazy-Duz-It
So if you punks wanna make somethin' of it
Step up, run up, get up, what's up sucker
You want some of this?
Then you're a stupid mothafucka!
Kickin' - like the kick from a kickdrum
Yella boy on the drum gettin' dumb
Programmin' - a beat that's hittin'
And if you listen then you know we're not bullshittin'
Dope - like a pound or a key
So shut de fuck up and listen to me
I make these killings
I got money to the ceiling [why's that?]
Cuz I'm a mothafuckin' ruthless villain
MC Ren - stamping any fool in my way
With some help from my homeboy Dre

[Dr. Dre]
Now my name iz Dre - de mothafuckin' doctor
Rippin' shit up [oh yeah] and here to rock ya
With some help from my homeboy E
The criminal of the ruthless posse
Fuckin' it up [word up] iz what we do
The reputation of the NWA crew
Gettin' busy because we're cold stampin'
And we're born and raised
And we're born and raised
And we're born and raised in Compton

Speakin' of Compton, it's makin' me sick [why?]
Everybody'z talkin' that crazy shit
Sayin' they were raised in the CPT [aha]
Just as I was, they try to be like me
Poppin' that shit, get the fuck out my face
Knowin' that they never even seen the place
Claimin' my city is my city they claim
Mothafuckaz we're about to put some salt in your game ..

Yeah I'm tired of these mothafuckerz runnin' around town, talkin' about
They're from Compton and shit, tryin' to get on the bandwagon ..
Yeah Dre, I know what you're sayin' man, but let's tell 'em who we're
Talkin' about ..

WHAT DO YOU CALL A CREW THAT CAN RAP LIKE THAT ...?
Yo NWA call 'em mothafuckaz wack..
[yeah you know what time it iz, listen to why we call 'em wack]

They got a wacky wack record put o' wacky wack crews
Yo what about the lyrics?
That shit's wacky wack too
With a fucked up style and a fucked up show
Hey yo Ren, what about the scratchin', is it def?
Fuck no!
The mothafuckin' record is a mothafuckin' wack
The mothafuckin' cracka jack needs to step the fuck back ...

Do you want some of this?
Hell no ..
Dre the mothafuckin' doctor
Well for the record it's Ren and for the street it's Villain
Dre the mothafuckin' doctor
Well for the record it's Ren and for the street it's Villain
Yella boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky-ass beats?
My boy .. my boy .. my boy Ice Cube
Yo we got my homeboy Eazy E in de house
Won't you tell 'em what your name iz?

[MC Ren]
MC Ren is the mothafuckin' Coroner
I'm gettin' rid of mothafuckaz as if they was a foreigner
Show no crip to pretend when I'm seen
I punch you can block it but I'm a still get in
This ain't a TK yo in the first
But it's some shit from a nigga in black it's much worse
Then a beat from Tyson cuz Ren is not nice and
Your ass is better off just rollin' a dice and
Findin' you a number for luck
Cuz you all need it when you see I don't give a fuck
My identity, and the shit is gettin' shown
Without a video I'm still gettin' on
I'm at a show then my picture is takin'
One click of the flash and punk niggaz are breakin'
To the door, tryin' to join my fan club
Lipstickin' over one of my dubs
And it's the minimal scratch for the moment
Until I fuck up the so called opponet
That's standing in the zone of the twilight
Sayin' how in de fuck did he get mixed up in my fight
It was'nt a mistake, it was a set-up
So until I'm finished poppin' my lyrics you should shut up
And don't attempt to speak
Because it's bad enough you rollin' up shit quick
With a nigga like Ren about the hit
Now lemme hear you mothafuckaz talk some more shit
I'm a bust your ass in your mouth,
Yo, unless you're sayin' "Compton's in de house"

[Dr. Dre]
Who realy cares - about a sucker on a take off
Bust de move, we can have a shake n' bake-off
Me and you can go cuz I don't care yo
Rap fight or guerilla warfare
We can rumble, cuz when my lungs go in and out
I kick rhymes in a bundle to win about
Or scarier scaffle
I just muffle the eye position, there's no competition
Let 'em know that Dre is gettin' stronger
Compton's in de house but now it's some' longer
I won't get set-up, shut up, I'm kinda fed up
You can say uncle and I still won't let up
Cuz Dre is the mothafuckin' doctor
And if me and Ren's on the mike it's like propaganda, no doubt
"Boy you should've known by now" ..

Compton's in the house
Yeah, it's time to put Compton on de map, don't ever think you can get it on
You stupid mothafuckaz!

Compton's in the house ..

"I Ain't The 1"

   

[Intro: Girl, Ice Cube]
[Ice Cube, do you think you could give me some money to get
my hair done?] How short's your hair right now?
[Well you know I get it done every week, and I need my nails
done too] Look, I'ma tell you like this

[Verse One:]
I ain't the one, the one to get played like a pooh butt
See I'm from the street, so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin up in em
But you know, I'm a menace to society
But girls in biker shorts are so fly to me
So I step to em, with aggression
Listen to the kid, and learn a lesson today
See they think we narrow minded
Cause they got a cute face, and big-behinded
So I walk over and say "How ya doin?"
See I'm only down for screwin, but you know
Ya gotta play it off cool
Cause if they catch you slippin, you'll get schooled
And they'll get you for your money, son
Next thing you know you're gettin their hair and they nails done
Fool, and they'll let you show em off
But when it comes to sex, they got a bad cough
Or a headache, it's all give and no take
Run out of money, and watch your heart break
They'll drop you like a bad habit
Cause a brother with money yo, they gotta have it
Messin with me though, they gets none
You can't juice Ice Cube girl, cause I ain't the one

[Interlude One:]

[Girrrrrl, you got to get these brothers for all the money
you can honey. Cause if they ain't got no money, they can't
do nothin for me but get out of my face.]

[I know what you mean girl, it ain't nothin right jumpin off
unless he got dollars]

[Verse Two:]
Sometimes I used to wonder
How the hell an ugly dude get a fine girl's number
He's gettin juiced for his ducats
I tell a girl in a minute yo, I drive a bucket
And won't think nuttin of it
She can ride or walk, either leave it or love it
I show her that I'm not the O, the N-E, say
I'm a ruthless N-I double-G A
Cause I'm gamin on a female that's gamin on me
You know I spell girl with a B
A brother like me is only out for one thing
I think with my ding-a-ling, but I won't bring no
Flowers to your doorstep, when we goin out
Cause you'll take it for granted, no doubt
And after the date, I'ma want to do the wild thing
You want lobster huh? I'm thinking Burger King
And when I take you, you get frustrated
You can't juice Ice Cube and you hate it
But you see, I don't go nuts
Over girls like you with the BIG ol butts
It start comin out the pocket, to knock it
But when the damage is done...
You can only lay me girl, you can't play me girl
For the simple fact that, I ain't the one

[Interlude Two:]

[I don't care how they look if they got money,
we can hook up but they ain't gettin none.]

[Yeah I just make em think they gonna get some,
play up they mind a lil bit, and get that money.]

[Oh Ice Cube, can I have some money pleeeease?]

[Verse Three:]
Give you money why bother
Cause you know I'm lookin nothin like your father
Girl, I can't be played or ganked
Ganked means getting took for your bank
Or your gold or your money or something
Nine times outta ten, she's giving up nothing
They get mad when I put it in perspective
But let's see if my knowledge is effective
To the brothas man they robbing you blind
Cause they fine with a big behind, but pay it no mind
Keep your money to yourself homie
And if you got enough game
You'll get her name and her number
Without going under
You can't leave em and love and stay above em
I used to get no play now she stay behind me
Cause I said I had a Benz 190
But I lied and played the one
Just to get some now she feels dumb
To my homies it's funny
But that's what you get trying to play me for my money
Now don't you feel used
But I don't give hoot, huh, because I knock boots
You shouldn't be, so damn material
And try to milk Ice Cube like cereal
Now how many times do I have to say it
Cause if I have to go get a gun
You girls will learn I don't burn
You think I'm a sucka, but I ain't the one

[Outro:]
[But you said you love me!]
I don't see no rings on this finger
[Why you doin me like this? I love you!]
Yeah you love my money, I got what I wanted - beat it

"Dope Man (Remix)"

   

[Verse One: Ice Cube]
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please can I have another hit
The dope man said cluck I don't give a shit
If your girl kneels down and sucks my dick
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
Nigga livin in cash selling to smokers
That's the way goes that's the name of the game
Young brotha gettin over by slangin cane
Gold around his neck 14 k he has it
Bitches on his dick 24-7 plus he's makin
Money keepin tha base heads waiting
Rollin 6.4. wit tha fresh ass daytons
Livin in Compton, Cailfona CA
His uzi up yo ass if he don't get paid
Nigga begging for credit he's knockin out teeth
Clockin much dollars on tha 1st and 15th
Big wad of money nuttin less than a twenty
Yo you want a five-oh the dope man gots plenty
To be a dope man boy you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From a kid to a G it's all about money
10 peace base pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip 2 tha fact
If you see some one gettin money 4 crack he's
Tha.......

[Chorus:]
Dope man dope man
Hey man give me a hit
Dope man dope man
Hey yo fuck that shit
Dope man dope man
We just can't quit
Dope man dope man
Well suck this bitch

[Verse Two: Ice Cube]
[dr dre]
Wait a minute who tha fuck are you talkin 2 do u know who i am
I can't believe this this bitch iz tryin 2 gank me
I'll slap you up side yo head wit 9 inches of limp dick

[Ice Cube]
You need a nigga wit money so u get a dope man
Juice that fool 4 has much as u can
She likes his car and he gets wit her
Got a black eye cuz tha dope man hit her
Let that slide and u pay it no mind
Find he's slapping u all tha time
That's ok cuz he'z rich and u ain't
Nuttin but tha dope man'z bitch do what he say and
U keep yo mouth shut popin that trash
Might get you fucked up you'll sit and cry
If tha dope man strikes you he don't give a fuck
He gots 2 just like you
There's a another girl in tha dopeman's life
Not quite a bitch but far from a wife
Shes called strawberry and everybody know
Strawberry strawberry iz tha neighborhood hoe
Do any thing for a hit are 2 give tha bitch a rock
And she will fuck your hole damn crew
It might be yo wife and it might make u sick
Come home and see her mouth on tha dopeman's dick
Strawberry just look around you'll see her
But don't fuck around she'll give you gonnorhea
If people out there ain't hip to the fact
Strawberry iz a girl selling pussy 4 crack

[Chorus:]
Dope man dope man
Hey man give me a hit
Dope man dope man
Hey yo man fuck that shit
Dope man dope man
In yo face
Hey yo dre bring in tha bass

[Eazy E (as mexican guy):]

Hey mr dope man you think
Your slick you sold crack 2 my sister and now shes sick but if she
Happens 2 die becuzz
Of yo drug i'm puttin in yo quto a 38 slug

"Quiet On Tha Set"

   

Listen to this
[Eazy E:] Yo Ren !
[MC Ren:] Whassup ?
[Eazy E: Take] [one] [MC Ren: Yo] [Hit it]

[MC Ren:]
Ruthless, plenty of that and much more
So at the party, Ren is controllin the floor
That you step and do your danceroutine
It ain't a dream my man, you're in a gangsta scene
With a villain doin damage on a 24 track
With confusion to finish my conclusion
Arhytomatic rhymes from a radio cat
You can't take what I got coz I'll be takin it right back
[Ruthless gangsta] Cold killin
You wanna know what it's means ? [definition...villain]
With the stupid dope rhyme
So once you hear one line you can tell it's mine
With a baseball cap that's black that I'm wearin
And a look that keeps you all starin
And wondering why I'm invincible
But when you hear my rhyme, it's convincible
I don't take no shorts while I'm constructin the ground
That makes y'all move around to my hell of a sound
Girls drool on me like a dyin
[Dr.Dre: Yo Ren, tell'em what they do when you start rhymin]
I go to the party. I hip a hop the spot
I dunno what it is, but the girls get hot
Aspirin like they're on fire and
Their so-called boyfriends with'em are retirin
And for this reason I'm a walkin threath
So when I'm on stage I want...[Ssssht]

[Eazy E: Quiet on tha set]
[Light, camera, action]
[Eazy E: N.W.A. take] [two]

[MC Ren:]
Now to get started with my musical profession
A gangsta or villain in mine is in session
The way that I'm referrin to this makes ya move ya butt
But don't stand in a daze, yeah you should know what's up
Anyway I keep the clappin along
Coz nothing bad could go wrong because this song is so strong
[?? huh ?? I'm ???] who could ask for anything more
When N.W.A. is cold rockin the floor
Like stupid, actin like a retard
Waitin for a bumrush, gettin to the good part
It tips me so with temptation
Writin my lyrics with this hyped information
Just look at the center of the stage where the spotlight shines
[Eazy E: Boy you should have known by now] It's mine !
Unpredictable, keepin you extremely enjoyed
It's irresistable, meanin that you can't avoid
And while I'm on stage, look forward to sweat
But after I rip it up I want...[Ssssht]

[Eazy E: Quiet on tha set]
[Light, camera, action]
[Eazy E: N.W.A. take] [three]

[MC Ren:]
I can be loud as hell, think I will ? [Never]
[Ssssht] [Eazy E: Quiet on tha set] Yeah I like that better
[?? huh ?? As what I can do ??] I think I earn respect
And if I didn't from you, that's what I expect
Coz if it ain't ruff it ain't me
So who really cares how you want me to be
See, I'm just me standin at the top of the pile
And doin soft known tunes it ain't my style
And this concludes our program
Of how N.W.A. makes a ruthless jam
Now first we take an average drum
Give it to Dre, and the boy gets dumb
It's no secret, that I sit alone at night
Pick up a pad and pen and begin to write
All kinda lyrics that's promised to play
To make everybody say:
[They can be cold and ruthless no question about that,
But sometimes it's more complicated...]
[Eazy E: Yo Dre] [You know what I want you to do ?]
[Public Enemy: Bring that beat back, bring that beat back]

Now MC Ren is here workin like super glue
No matter what I do, I'm always thinkin o' you
Coz I'm the pusher, supplyin the fix
And this jam's so dope, it don't need a remix
But I'm makin obstacles of enemy traps
To catch any MC's with the weak-ass raps
Crucifyin their [?? huh ??] like just for usin my name
The definition is pain, but that's the thing o' the game
If they try to retreat, I catch'em one at a time
Coz they're comittin a crime, and still promotin a rhyme
So, you're in the back of me just listen and learn
Because you'll all get a chance or maybe a turn
Now my sideman wants to give a preview
So at my next concert I wanna see you
There not sittin in a chair
Standin on yo feet, with yo hand in the air
Now I'm about to get out but I'll be back
But next time expect the more funkier track
Deep down for your enjoyment to hear more percussion
With lyrics that's smooth to start some discussion
The beat that I'm [?? hype ??] and you know that's bad
Now continue to dance coz I'm thru with tha set

"Something 2 Dance 2"


   

Yo give me something to dance to
(calling the police, calling the humans, calling all americans to war on the under world)
Arabain prince!
Back when the style is hype
Not slow and low
Its the fast type
Gettin dum
Can u hear the drums
(yo dre y dont u pump it up some)
I pump it up so now whats up
(yo yella boy add a little cut)
What the hell u think we need some bells?
(yeah home boy might as well)
There it is, so now whats next?
(a little sssss so find me a)
Hold it wait a minute
U need somethin else in it
This is what i want u to do
Feel the groove
Bust a move
Yo yo im tired what about u?
(man this is something to dance to)
Man thats whack
Everybody use that
Yo y dont u bring back the other track
Yea there u go thats what im sayin
I like it when that dope stuff is playin
Real loud, in ya earhole
(man lets go i think my feet are swole from dancing so dam much)
Maaaan i dont give a
WHAT! u wanna leave?
With all these females pulling on my sleeve
Alrite u can jet
Homeboy no sweat
This is what i want u to do
Feel the groove
Bust a move
(let the bass kick)
This is something to (dance to)
[mixed]
(this is something to dance to)