Fuck wit' Dre Day
Dr.Dre & Snoop Dogg Lyrics

Yeah, hell yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
Yes, absolutely, do you understand what I am conveying?

Mista Busta, where the fuck you at?
Hey, Mr. Pretender, where are you hiding?

Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
You can't fight, so I'm aware that you carry a gun

Your dick on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs
You feel powerful from betraying and exploiting your so-called friends

The hood you threw up with, niggas you grew up with
The neighborhood you claimed loyalty to, the people you grew up with

Don't even respect yo' ass
They don't even have respect for you

That's why it's time for the doctor to check your ass, nigga
This is why I, as Dr. Dre, must confront and expose you

Used to be my homie, used to be my ace
You used to be my friend, my close companion

Now I wanna slap the taste out yo' mouth
But now I feel the urge to physically harm you

Make you bow down to the Row
I want to humiliate you and make you submit to Death Row Records

Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, little ho
You betrayed me before, now I'm seeking revenge on you, you insignificant person

Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Oh, don't assume I forgave and forgot about your actions

Let me ride, just another homicide
Allow me to have control and dominance, possibly leading to your death

Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
Yes, it's me, so I will continue speaking

Stompin' on the easiest streets that you can walk on
I'm exerting my dominance and superiority over the weakest individuals

So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
Put on your Compton hat and sunglasses

And watch your back 'cause you might get smoked, loc
Be cautious, as someone may surprise you with violence

And pass the bud and stay low-key
Share the marijuana and keep a low profile

B-G 'cause you lost all your homies' love
Be a gangsta because you have lost the love and respect of your friends

Now call it what you want to
You can interpret it however you like

You fucked wit' me, now it's a must that I fuck wit' you
You messed with me, now I am obligated to retaliate against you

(You better raise up)
You should be prepared to face the consequences

Mista Busta, where the fuck you at?
Hey, Mr. Pretender, where are you hiding?

Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
You can't fight, so I'm aware that you carry a gun

Your dick on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs
You feel powerful from betraying and exploiting your so-called friends

The hood you threw up with, niggas you grew up with
The neighborhood you claimed loyalty to, the people you grew up with

Don't even respect yo' ass
They don't even have respect for you

That's why it's time for the doctor to check your ass, nigga
This is why I, as Dr. Dre, must confront and expose you

Used to be my homie, used to be my ace
You used to be my friend, my close companion

Now I wanna slap the taste out yo' mouth
But now I feel the urge to physically harm you

Make you bow down to the Row
I want to humiliate you and make you submit to Death Row Records

Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, little ho
You betrayed me before, now I'm seeking revenge on you, you insignificant person

Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Oh, don't assume I forgave and forgot about your actions

Let me ride, just another homicide
Allow me to have control and dominance, possibly leading to your death

Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
Yes, it's me, so I will continue speaking

Stompin' on the easiest streets that you can walk on
I'm exerting my dominance and superiority over the weakest individuals

So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
Put on your Compton hat and sunglasses

And watch your back 'cause you might get smoked, loc
Be cautious, as someone may surprise you with violence

And pass the bud and stay low-key
Share the marijuana and keep a low profile

B-G 'cause you lost all your homies' love
Be a gangsta because you have lost the love and respect of your friends

Now call it what you want to
You can interpret it however you like

You fucked wit' me, now it's a must that I fuck wit' you
You messed with me, now I am obligated to retaliate against you

(You better raise up)
You should be prepared to face the consequences

Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about (you better raise up)
Yes, that's exactly what I'm emphasizing, you should prepare for the repercussions

We have your motherfuckin' record company surrounded
We have thoroughly infiltrated and taken control of your entire record company

Put down the candy and let the little boy go (you better, you-you, you better)
Drop the false persona and release the immature act you're putting on

You know what I'm sayin'? Punk motherfucker (you better raise up)
Do you comprehend the message? Worthless individual (beware, consequences are imminent)

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Expressing enthusiasm and excitement

Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house
Snoop Dogg is present and representing

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Expressing enthusiasm and excitement

Death Row's in the motherfuckin' house
Death Row Records has a prominent presence

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Expressing enthusiasm and excitement

The sounds of a Dogg brings me to another day
The distinctive music of Snoop Dogg uplifts my spirits

Play, with my bone would you Timmy?
Engage with my music and style, would you Timmy?

It seems like you're good for makin' jokes about your jimmy
It appears that you excel at making jokes about your own self

Well here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
Well, here's a joke about your mother that you may find offensive

I heard she was a 'Frisco dyke
I heard she was a lesbian from San Francisco

But fuck your mama, I'm talkin' about you and me
But forget about your mother, I'm specifically referring to the tension between you and me

Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T
Face to face, Tim M-U-T (Make Up Things)

Your bark was loud but your bite wasn't vicious
You boasted with aggressive words but lacked the actions to back them up

And them rhymes you were kickin' were quite bootylicious
Those lyrics you were rapping were quite mediocre

You get with Doggy Dogg, oh is he crazy?
If you associate with Snoop Dogg, oh are you out of your mind?

With your mama and your daddy hollerin', "Baby"
Your parents screaming for help, "Baby"

So what that let you know?
So what does that information make you realize?

That if you fuck with Dre, nigga you're fuckin' wit Death Row
If you mess with Dr. Dre, you're messing with the entirety of Death Row Records

And I ain't even swangin' them thangs
And I'm not even brandishing those weapons

I'm hollerin', "187" with my dick in yo' mouth, biatch (biatch)
I'm enthusiastically shouting "murder" while I have sexual dominance over you, female dog (female dog)

Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker
Yes, my fellow individual from Compton and Long Beach, we are united in this situation

So you wanna pop that shit and get yo' motherfuckin' cranium cracked, nigga?
So you're eager to provoke and risk severe consequences, my fellow?

Step on up, now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Approach us, now, we are not to be taken lightly, so memorize the name

Mighty, mighty D-R, yeah, motherfucker (shit done hit the fan) (Dogg)
Powerful, powerful D-R, yeah, individual (a situation has intensified) (Snoop Dogg)

Now understand this, my nigga Dre can't be touched
Now comprehend this, my friend Dre is untouchable

Luke's bendin' over, so Luke's gettin' fucked, busta
Luke is bending down in submission, so he is getting taken advantage of, Mr. Pretender

Musta thought I was sleazy
You must have believed I was untrustworthy

Or though I was a mark 'cause I used to hang with Eazy
Maybe you considered me an easy target because of my association with Eazy-E

Animosity, made you speak what you spoke (yeah)
Hostility caused you to express your thoughts

Ayo Dre (what up?) Chip this nigga off loc
Hey Dre (what's going on?), get rid of this individual in a calculated manner

If it ain't another ho that I gots to fuck with
If it's not another deceitful individual that I have to deal with

Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
Your teeth have gaps, so my penis can comfortably fit inside your mouth

With my nuts on ya tonsils
With my testicles near your tonsils

While you're onstage rappin' at your wack-ass concert
While you're performing on stage at your terrible concert

And I'ma snatch yo' ass from the backside
And I'm going to grab your buttocks from behind

To show you how Death Row pull off that hoo-ride
To demonstrate Death Row's ability to execute that act of aggression

Now you might not understand me
Perhaps you don't comprehend my intentions

'Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
Because I will rob you in Compton and shoot you in Miami

Then we gon' creep to South Central
Then we are going to move secretly to South Central

On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple
On a mission to spread street wisdom, as I enter a sacred place

Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
Identify him, apprehend him, as I take out my gun

Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat
Pointing my gun against the side of his White Sox baseball cap

You tryin' to check my homie, you best check yo' self
You are attempting to confront my friend. It's in your best interest to reconsider your actions

'Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker
Because when you insult Dre, you are essentially insulting yourself, you worthless individual

Yeah, nigga
Yes, individual

So I don't want no dilapidated, two-faced, pigeon-toed
Therefore, I have no desire for unreliable, deceitful, awkward

Bow-legged, cross-eyed son of a gun fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
Deformed, cross-eyed individual causing trouble with me (causing trouble)

(Ohh-ooh)
(Expressing a vocalization)

(Ohh, yeah, yeah) Yeah, nine-deuce, Dr. Dre
(Expressing enthusiasm) Yes, in the year '92, Dr. Dre

(Ohh) droppin' chronic once again
(Expressing enthusiasm) releasing high-quality marijuana once again

(Yeah-yeah, yeah) It don't stop
(Expressing determination) It never ends

(Ohh) punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
(Expressing determination) swiftly and severely punishing disrespectful individuals

(Yeah, yeah) Compton style, nigga
(Expressing pride) representing the style of Compton, individual

Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house, yeah (I don't, no, no-no-no-no, ayy)
Snoop Dogg is present and representing, yeah (I don't, no, no-no-no-no, hey)

Long Beach is in the motherfuckin' house (Long Beach)
Long Beach is present and representing (Long Beach)

Yeah, yeah (Compton)
Yes, yes (Compton)

Straight up, really doe (Death Row is in the house, yeah)
Honestly, truly (Death Row Records is present, yeah)

(Oh-ohh, yeah) Breakin' all them suckas off somethin' real proper-like
(Expressing confidence) defeating and dominating all those fools in a proper manner

You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
Do you understand what I'm conveying? (Yes)

(Oh, whoa, whoa) All the sucka-ass niggas can eat a fat dick
(Expressing disdain) all the weak individuals can experience oral pleasure with a large penis

(Yeah, yeah) Yeah, Eazy-E, Eazy-E
(Expressing respect) Yes, Eazy-E, Eazy-E

(Oh, yeah-yeah) Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
(Expressing disdain) Eazy-E can enjoy oral pleasure with a large penis

Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
Tim Dog can enjoy oral pleasure with a large penis

(Ohh-ohh) Luke, can eat a fat dick
Luke can enjoy oral pleasure with a large penis

Yeah (yeah)
Yes (yes)

(Ohh yeah)
(Expressing enthusiasm) (Ohh yes)

(Ohh-oh, yeah, yeah)
(Expressing enthusiasm) (Ohh-oh, yes, yes)

(Ohh, yeah, yeah) (Dogg)
(Expressing enthusiasm) (Ohh, yes, yes) (Snoop Dogg)

(Ohh-oh, yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Expressing enthusiasm) (Ohh-oh, yes, yes-yes)

(Ohh, yeah, yeah)
(Expressing enthusiasm) (Ohh, yes, yes)