A Nigga Witta Gun
Dr. Dre Lyrics


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Yeah, nigga what's up with all that motherfuckin' shit you was talkin', nigga?
(Nigga, why you trippin'? Hey Dre, why you trippin', why you trippin'?)
Huh? Fuck that, nigga, what's up with all that shit you was talkin', nigga?
(I ain't say nothin', why you trippin'?)
You're a motherfuckin' liar, nigga, that was you
(Nah, that, that wasn't me)
That was you, nigga (that wasn't me)
Ayy, ayy, check this out, motherfucker
What's wrong, nigga? You can't talk with a gun in your mouth?
(It wasn't, it wasn't me Dre)
You can't talk with a gun in your mouth? (It wasn't me)
Listen up, nigga, you know Lucifer? (Nah)
Well, you're about to meet him, motherfucker

(Who's the man with the master plan?)
A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun

Forty-four reasons come to mind
Why a motherfuckin' brother is hard to find
He been walkin' on the streets and fuckin' with mine
Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind
See, I never take a step on a Compton block
Or L.A. without the AK ready to pop
'Cause them punk motherfuckers in black and white
Ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight
I think it's better to be tellin' the facts than cuffed up
And jacked and fucked up
What you niggas lookin' at?
You goin', "Goddamn," 'cause it's the city
And for you to survive, a nigga gotta be a gangsta
And I'm a nigga you can't remove
Took out a lot of motherfuckers for tryin' to prove
To they homies that they can hang by dealin' with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
'Cause I relax, sit back, do a job and jet
Yo, I know you understand my flow
So here we go, and Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know

(Who's the man with the master plan?)
A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun
(Who's the man with the master plan?)
A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun

D-R-E, a motherfucker who's known for carryin' gats
And kick raps that make snaps, adapts to
Any environment that I'm located at
If you see me on the solo move, believe that I'm strapped
Four-four, tray-eight or AK-47
'Cause slowly but surely send you on a stairway to heaven
Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back
And lay a punk motherfucker flat
As he wonder what popped before he got popped
I told you I was Dre and you know it don't stop
Now I know you understand my flow
So here we go, and Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know

(Who's the man with the master plan?)
A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun
(Who's the man with the master plan?)
A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun
(Who's the man with the master plan?)
A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun
(Who's the man with the master plan?)
A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun

I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah
I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah

I breaks 'em off, but I ain't speakin' about between the thighs
I'm talkin' about cockin' a gauge in between your eyes
It'll make you drop to your knees 'cause you realize
That a gat'll make any nigga civilized
Old busta-ass nigga talkin' bullshit
Don't know that I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with
Get lit or hit up by the Dr.
A nigga that breaks 'em off properly
Real G, so don't doubt it
I'm the one who's doin' it while these other niggas talk about it
And if motherfuckers come at me wrong
I straight put my forty-four Desert Eagle to his motherfuckin' dome
And show him why they call me the notorious one
The name is Dre Eastwood when I'm packin' a gun
You don't believe me, well step up and give it a try
And if you die, you's a busta, 'cause real niggas don't die
But some still don't hear me, though
You're too near me not to hear me, nigga, yo
So now you know

(Who's the man with the master plan?)
A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun
(Who's the man with the master plan?)
A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun
(Who's the man with the master plan?)
A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun




(Who's the man with the master plan?)
A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Dr. Dre's "A Nigga Witta Gun" are a vivid depiction of the violent struggle for survival in the streets of Compton. The opening exchange between two unnamed men is tense and desperate, setting the stage for the rest of the song. The repeated refrain of "Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun" reinforces the idea that carrying a weapon is the key to power and respect in this world. The verses that follow are a confrontational and aggressive display of lyrical skill, with Dre boasting of his ability to take out rivals with ease. The line "I'm talkin' about cockin' a gauge in between your eyes / It'll make you drop to your knees 'cause you realize" is particularly chilling, emphasizing the deadly consequences of crossing him or anyone else in this environment.


Throughout the song, Dre makes it clear that he sees violence as a necessary and expected part of life on the streets. He brags about the guns he carries and his willingness to use them, and he dismisses anyone who thinks differently as a "busta-ass nigga talkin' bullshit." The line "A nigga that breaks 'em off properly / Real G, so don't doubt it / I'm the one who's doin' it while these other niggas talk about it" suggests that violence is not just a means of survival, but also a way of proving one's worth and reinforcing one's social status.


Overall, "A Nigga Witta Gun" is a powerful and disturbing portrayal of a world where violence is rampant and necessary for survival. The repeated refrain of "Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun" underscores the belief that carrying a weapon is the key to power and respect, while the aggressive lyrics and vivid imagery bring to life the harsh reality of life on the streets.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, nigga what's up with all that motherfuckin' shit you was talkin', nigga?
Why are you acting up and talking shit?


Huh? Fuck that, nigga, what's up with all that shit you was talkin', nigga?
Why are you acting like that and causing trouble?


You're a motherfuckin' liar, nigga, that was you
You're lying to me, that was you


That was you, nigga
I know it was you


What's wrong, nigga? You can't talk with a gun in your mouth?
You're too scared to speak up when there's danger


Listen up, nigga, you know Lucifer? (Nah) Well, you're about to meet him, motherfucker
You're going to face your punishment for your actions


Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun
I am a powerful man, with a weapon to back it up


Forty-four reasons come to mind Why a motherfuckin' brother is hard to find He been walkin' on the streets and fuckin' with mine Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind
There are many reasons why it's difficult to find a trustworthy person; some people try to cross me, but they're not smart enough to succeed


See, I never take a step on a Compton block Or L.A. without the AK ready to pop 'Cause them punk motherfuckers in black and white Ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight
I am always armed with my weapon because there are many people who might try to harm me, not just police


I think it's better to be tellin' the facts than cuffed up And jacked and fucked up
It's better to tell the truth than to end up arrested and beaten


And for you to survive, a nigga gotta be a gangsta And I'm a nigga you can't remove Took out a lot of motherfuckers for tryin' to prove To they homies that they can hang by dealin' with me But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
In order to survive, one needs to be strong like a gangster, and that's who I am. I've taken down many people who tried to mess with me just to prove themselves to others, but they all ended up dead


I never did time on a murder yet 'Cause I relax, sit back, do a job and jet
I've never been caught for murder because I plan carefully and leave the scene quickly


D-R-E, a motherfucker who's known for carryin' gats And kick raps that make snaps, adapts to Any environment that I'm located at If you see me on the solo move, believe that I'm strapped
I am known for carrying guns and for my powerful raps. I am always prepared and armed, even when I'm alone


Four-four, tray-eight or AK-47 'Cause slowly but surely send you on a stairway to heaven Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back And lay a punk motherfucker flat As he wonder what popped before he got popped
With my gun, I can easily kill someone and send them to the afterlife. It's quick and easy, and they won't even have time to react.


I'm talkin' about cockin' a gauge in between your eyes It'll make you drop to your knees 'cause you realize That a gat'll make any nigga civilized
I'm talking about shooting someone in the head, which will finally make them understand that a gun can make anyone more respectful


Old busta-ass nigga talkin' bullshit Don't know that I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with Get lit or hit up by the Dr. A nigga that breaks 'em off properly Real G, so don't doubt it I'm the one who's doin' it while these other niggas talk about it
You shouldn't mess with me because I don't play around. I'm the real deal, doing what I do while others just talk about it.


And if motherfuckers come at me wrong I straight put my forty-four Desert Eagle to his motherfuckin' dome And show him why they call me the notorious one The name is Dre Eastwood when I'm packin' a gun
If anyone tries to attack me, I'll shoot them in the head with my powerful weapon. Then, they'll understand why they call me the notorious one. My name is Dre Eastwood (like Clint Eastwood) when I'm carrying a gun


You don't believe me, well step up and give it a try And if you die, you's a busta, 'cause real niggas don't die
If you don't believe me, you can try to challenge me. But if you die, you're a loser, because real gangsters don't die.


But some still don't hear me, though You're too near me not to hear me, nigga, yo So now you know
Some people still don't understand me, even though they're close to me. But now you know who I am and what I'm capable of.




Lyrics ยฉ Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE MUSIC GOES ROUND, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Ronald Bell, Ray Wright, Kevin W. Lassiter, Peter Anthony Duarte, Callie Cheek, Michael Cheek, Wilson Beckett, Dennis White, Kevin Bell, Calvin Broadus, Tracy Curry, Johnny Hammond Smith

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@Goatchild90

The hardest song Dr. Dre ever rapped

@trentbateman

This and RATโ€ฆman itโ€™s not just the lyrics but also the production is unreal. Hasnโ€™t been matched in 30+ years

@DrGuy118

Lyrically, he really went in

@k90dude94

I would also include โ€œNatural Born Killazโ€.

@Billiards42

Crucial and HARD rappin

@bignikko9765

DOC put them hard ass lyrics together ๐Ÿ”ฅ

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@kmakDTP

This sht still banging in 2023โ€ฆ Since 1992!

@drfporvida

Straight Up Dr Dre NWA Style !

@doranoora2657

The '90's ! The last best era ! ๐Ÿ’œ

@GeorgeDike

Bass line is insane

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