[Intro: Dr. Dre]

Ha, yeah, [bad word] yeah, ha knowhatI'msayin
(Sssss)

[Verse One: Dr. Dre]

Yeah, Mista Busta, where the [bad word] ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your [bad word] on hard, from [bad word] your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect your [bad word] 
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your [bad word]  [bad word] 
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
 [bad word] bow down to the row
 [bad word] me, now I'm [bad word] you, little hoe
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on
So strap on [bad word] hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and stay low-key
B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you want to
You [bad word] wit me, now it's a must that I [bad word] wit you

[Interlude: Dr. Dre]

Yeah, that's what the [bad word] I'm talkin about
We have your [bad word] [bad word] surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You knowhatI'msayin, punk [bad word] 
(We want Eazy, we want Eazy)

[Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the [bad word] house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the [bad word] 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 makin jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was the 'Frisco [bad word] 
But [bad word] your mama, I'm talkin 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 kickin were quite bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy?
With ya mama and your daddy hollin' Bay-Bee
So won't they let you know
That if you [bad word] with Dre [bad word] you're [bad word] wit Death Row
And I ain't even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my [bad word] in yo mouth, beeyatch

[Interlude: RBX]

Yeah [bad word] [bad word] and Long Beach together on this [bad word] 
So you wanna pop that [bad word] get yo [bad word] cranium cracked [bad word] 
Step on up. Now, we ain't no [bad word] joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, [bad word] #33;

[Verse Three: Dr.Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Now understand this my [bad word] Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin [bad word]  busta
Musta, thought I was sleazy
Or though I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke
Ay yo Dre, whattup, check this [bad word] off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta [bad word] with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my [bad word] #39;s gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya on stage rappin at your wack [bad word] concerts
And I'ma snatch your [bad word] from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off that who-ride
Now you might not understand me
Cause I'ma rob you [bad word] and blast you in Miami
Then we gon 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 tryin to check my homey, you better check yo self
Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, [bad word] 
Yeah [bad word] ..

[Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again
It don't stop, Punishing punk [bad word] real quick like [bad word] style [bad word] 
Doggy Dogg in the [bad word] house, yeah
Long Beach in the [bad word] house, yeah
Yeah, straight up, really doe
Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like
YouknowhatI'msayin?
All these sucka a