"Forgot About Dre"
Dr. Dre Lyrics


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Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis
Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries
Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks to add to the wall
Full of plaques, hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'mma let my dough freeze, ho please
You better bow down on both knees, who you think taught you to smoke trees
Who you think brought you the oldies
Eazy-E's, Ice Cubes, and D.O.C's
The Snoop D-O-double-G's
And the group that said motherfuck the police
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when you stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doing too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see
Y'all better listen up closely, all you niggas that said that I turned pop
Or The Firm flopped, y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep
So fuck y'all, all of y'all, if y'all don't like me, blow me
Y'all are gonna keep fucking around with me and turn me back to the old me

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Then just study a tape of N.W.A
One day I was walking by
With a Walkman on
When I caught a guy
Give me an awkward eye
And I strangled him up in the parking lot
With his Karl Kani
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge
When I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage
Hopping out with two broken legs
Trying to walk it off
Fuck you too bitch, call the cops
I'mma kill you and them loud-ass motherfucking barking dogs
And when the cops came through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still weren't found out
From here on out it's the Chronic II
Starting today and tomorrow's anew
And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew
Slim Shady, hotter then a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid-80s
Calling men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me, it's okay, go with him Hailie

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

If it was up to me, you motherfuckers would stop coming up to me
With your hands out looking up to me, like you want something free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
Cause I'm from the streets of Compton
I told 'em all, all them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold 'em all
Now you wanna run around talking bout guns like I ain't got none
What you think I sold 'em all, cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day saying Dre fell off
What cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
Tryin' to get this damn label off
I ain't havin' that, this is the millennium of Aftermath
It ain't gonna be nothin' after that
So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap, you can have it back
So where's all the Mad Rappers at
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats
Know that I was strapped with gats
While you were cuddling a Cabbage Patch

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips




Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Overall Meaning

In "Forgot About Dre," Dr. Dre reflects on his status and influence on the rap genre. He begins by asserting that despite his recent low profile, he is still the "same O.G." (original gangsta) he has always been. He has been "hated on by most of these n****s with no cheese," or criticized by those who don't have the same level of success and wealth he has been able to achieve. Despite this, Dre is on top, able to provide for his family from his studio-filled mansion. He acknowledges that he has made it big by giving thanks to the artists who came before him and mentions they formed a foundation for his sound. He doesn't accept the criticism that he has gone "pop," referencing The Firm (a hip hop group in which he was briefly involved) and saying that the n****s who don't like him can "blow" him. He warns that if his enemies keep "f***ing around," "they're gonna turn me back to the old me," a reference to his early days with N.W.A.


In the chorus, Dre comments, "Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say/But nothing comes out when they move their lips/Just a bunch of gibberish/And motherf***ers act like they forgot about Dre." This line appears to refer to the fact that while many rappers try to talk a big game, they don't have the same level of talent or impact that Dre has had. In the second verse, Dre speaks out against those who try to "bring trouble" his way and mentions his history with N.W.A" suggesting that he doesn't need to be messed with. He references a violent encounter in which he "strangled" a guy who gave him an "awkward" eye. He brags about his toughness, claiming that he is "harder than me tryna park a Dodge/ When I'm drunk as f***/ Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage." Dre concludes by claiming that he is "locos" enough to "choke you to death with a Charleston Chew," referring to the popular chocolate candy.


Line by Line Meaning

Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
I'm still the original gangster you know, but I'm keeping a low profile.


Hated on by most these n****s with no cheese, no deals and no G's
People who are broke and have no money or power hate on me.


No wheels and no keys, no boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis
They don't have any nice cars, boats, or winter sports equipment like me.


Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries
They're angry because I can now afford to feed my family well.


Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks to add to the wall
I have a house with a recording studio, and it's full of hit songs and awards.


Full of plaques, hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
I have so many awards that they're hanging on the walls like trophies in my office.


Did y'all think I'mma let my dough freeze, ho please
Did you think I would let my money sit idle for too long? No way!


You better bow down on both knees, who you think taught you to smoke trees
You better respect me as your teacher of smoking marijuana.


Who you think brought you the oldies
I brought you old-school hip-hop hits from musicians like Eazy-E, Ice Cube, D.O.C, and Snoop Dogg.


And the group that said motherfuck the police
I brought you the group N.W.A. who openly expressed their hatred for the police.


Gave you a tape full of dope beats
I gave you a mixtape full of amazing, unique beats.


To bump when you stroll through in your hood
To listen to while you walk around your neighborhood.


And when your album sales wasn't doing too good
When your music wasn't selling well.


Who's the Doctor they told you to go see
Who did they tell you to see when you needed help? They told you to come to me because I'm the best.


Y'all better listen up closely, all you n****z that said that I turned pop
Listen up, everyone who says that I sold out by making pop music.


Or The Firm flopped, y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep
The reason I'm not sleeping well is because my label 'The Firm' isn't doing well, and people are blaming me for it.


So fuck y'all, all of y'all, if y'all don't like me, blow me
Screw you, all of you who don't like me. You can go away.


Y'all are gonna keep fucking around with me and turn me back to the old me
If you keep bothering me, I'll become the angry, aggressive person I used to be.


Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
People today speak too much about things they don't really understand.


But nothing comes out when they move their lips
But they don't actually say anything meaningful when they speak.


Just a bunch of gibberish
They're talking nonsense.


And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
And people act like they've forgotten who I am and what I've done.


So what do you say to somebody you hate
What do you say to someone you despise?


Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way
Or to anyone who's trying to cause you problems?


Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Do you want to settle things violently?


Then just study a tape of N.W.A
Then listen to a tape of my old group N.W.A. to understand where I came from.


One day I was walking by
Once I was walking down the street.


With a Walkman on
Listening to music on my Walkman.


When I caught a guy
Then I saw a man.


Give me an awkward eye
Looking at me strangely.


And I strangled him up in the parking lot
So I attacked him and strangled him in the parking lot.


With his Karl Kani
Using his shirt, made by the clothing company Karl Kani, to strangle him.


I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm not afraid of the dark and will do whatever I need to do.


I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge
I'm tough and unyielding, like trying to park a Dodge when I'm drunk.


When I'm drunk as fuck
When I've had too much to drink.


Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage
Next to a huge truck that's parked in my two-car garage.


Hopping out with two broken legs
So I get out of the car, even though both my legs are broken.


Trying to walk it off
I try to walk and recover from my injury.


Fuck you too bitch, call the cops
I don't care if you call the police, I'm going to do what I want.


I'mma kill you and them loud-ass motherfucking barking dogs
I'm going to kill you and your dogs who bark too loudly.


And when the cops came through
When the police arrived.


Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
My friend Dre and I were next to a burned house.


With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
We had gasoline and matches in our possession.


And still weren't found out
But we're not caught by the police yet.


From here on out it's the Chronic II
From now on, it's the second album in 'The Chronic' series.


Starting today and tomorrow's anew
Starting now and in the future, things will be different.


And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew
I'm still crazy enough to kill you, even if it's with a candy bar like Charleston Chew.


Slim Shady, hotter then a set of twin babies
Slim Shady is on fire, just like a pair of twin babies.


In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
In my Mercedes Benz with the windows rolled up.


When the temp goes up to the mid-80s
Even though it's hot outside and the temperature is in the mid-80s.


Calling men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I been crazy
Referring to men as women, with apologies to Dr. Dre, but I've been insane.


There's no way that you can save me, it's okay, go with him Hailie
There's no way anyone can save me, my daughter Hailie, just go with him.


If it was up to me, you motherfuckers would stop coming up to me
If it was up to me, you all would stop approaching me for free handouts.


With your hands out looking up to me, like you want something free
Asking me for things for free, holding your hands out to me.


When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me
When my last album was released, you weren't listening to it.


But now that I got this little company
But now that I have my own record label, things have changed.


Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But now everyone comes to me as if I'm a contagious disease.


But you won't get a crumb from me
But you won't get anything from me, not even a single crumb.


Cause I'm from the streets of Compton
I come from the rough streets of Compton, California.


I told 'em all, all them little gangstas
I told all the young gangsters in the past.


Who you think helped mold 'em all
I'm responsible for shaping and influencing the young, aggressive rappers of today.


Now you wanna run around talking bout guns like I ain't got none
You're pretending I don't have guns when you talk about yours.


What you think I sold 'em all, cause I stay well off
Do you think I sold all my guns because I'm doing well financially?


Now all I get is hate mail all day saying Dre fell off
Now all I receive is hate mail saying that I'm no longer relevant.


What cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
Because I'm in the studio, writing and recording new music.


Tryin' to get this damn label off
Attempting to free myself from the constraints of my record label.


I ain't havin' that, this is the millennium of Aftermath
I'm not going to let that happen, because this is the age of my record label, Aftermath.


It ain't gonna be nothin' after that
Nothing can compare to what we've already accomplished.


So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap, you can have it back
Give me another platinum record, but I don't care about rap music anymore, you can have it.


So where's all the Mad Rappers at
So where are all the angry, aggressive rappers now?


It's like a jungle in this habitat
This industry is like a wild jungle.


But all you savage cats
But all you fierce, aggressive rappers.


Know that I was strapped with gats
You should know that I was always carrying guns.


While you were cuddling a Cabbage Patch
While you were playing with children's toys like Cabbage Patch dolls.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ANDRE YOUNG, ANDRE ROMELL YOUNG, MARSHALL MATHERS, MELVIN BRADFORD

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@TheGhostOf2020

Everyone’s stuck on how good Em’s lyricism is, but that instrumental/beat is absolutely why you should never forget about Dre.

@MrDD26

2020 💯

@TBROZ

Don't ever forget about Dre

@Ano_ny

@@reubenfletfher and who tf is that

@philly6547

Dre is the Michael Jordan of beats, Eminem actually wrote this song for Dre and snoop. Em was the guy who woke Dre back up and resurrected him, after all the NWA, Death Row shit Dre needed some new fuel. Perfect timing for something new for Dre and perfect timing for Em to make it in the game. They was literally “salt and pepper, Ebony and ivory, key to the safe”! Then history was made

@MostafaElSakari

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@matthewb9241

Early Eminem with his “high pitched” voice is my favorite.

@Kisukes_kane

I like both lol but this song dope AF

@rawchet

this and relapse: refill for me

@mellowyellow8392

That's not eminem that's slim shady

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