Artist: The D.O.C. Album: Helter Skelter Song: From Ruthless to Death Row Typed by: email@example.com * * send corrections to the typist (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!