From Ruthless 2 Death Row Do We All Part lyrics

(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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