[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 suck