Forget About Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre Lyrics


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Dr. Dre:
Y'all know me, still the same ol' 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 o' tracks, to add to the wall full o' plaques
Hangin' up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma 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 Cube's, and D.O.C.'s
The Snoop D-O-double-G's, and the group that said "motherfuck tha police"
Gave you a tape full dope beats to bump, when you stroll through in your 'hood
And when your albums sales wasn't doin' 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'd turned pop
Or The Firm flopped, y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin' no sleep
So fuck y'all, all o' y'all, if y'all don't like me, blow me
Y'all gon' keep fuckin' around wit' me, and turn me back to the old me

Eminem:
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some'in to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch o' gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some'in to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch o' gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

So what do you say to somebody you hate (What)
Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way (Yup)
Just study a tape of N.W.A

One day I was walkin' by, with a Walkman on, when I caught a guy
Giving an awkward eye, (What you lookin' at) strangled him up in the parkin' lot with his Karl Kani's
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

Hoppin' out with two broken legs, tryna walk it off, fuck you too bitch call the cops
I'm 'a kill you and them loud-ass motherfuckin' barkin' 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 (Right here)

So from here on out, it's The Chronic 2, startin' today and tomorrow's anew
And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew (Chikka-chikka-chikka)

Slim Shady, hotter than a set o' twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up, when the temp goes up to the mid-eighties
Callin' men ladies, sorry Doc but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me, it's OK go with him Hailey (Dada)

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some'in to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch o' gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some'in to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch o' gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Dr. Dre:
If it was up to me, you motherfuckers would stop comin' up to me wit' yo' hands out, lookin' up to me
Like you want somethin' free, when my last CD was out, you wasn't bumpin' me
But now that I gots lil' 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 (C—C—Compton, Compton)

I told 'em all, all them lil' gangsters who you think help mold 'em all
Now you wanna run around talkin' '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 sayin' "Dre fell off"
What, 'cause I been in the lab, with a pen an' a pad tryna get this damn label off

I ain't havin' that, this is the millennium of Aftermath and ain't gon' be nothin' after that
So gimme 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, when you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch

Eminem:
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some'in to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch o' gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some'in to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch o' gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some'in to say




But nothin' comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch o' gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Overall Meaning

In "Forget About Dre," Dr. Dre addresses the criticism and rumors surrounding his career and success. He asserts that he is still the same person, but he has been able to provide for his family and live a comfortable life. He also addresses those who have been hating on him out of jealousy, and reminds them of his influence in the music industry, specifically with regards to the success of other artists such as Eazy-E, Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg, and The D.O.C.


Eminem's verse delves into the topic of fame, with a focus on the hypocrisy of those who claim to support an artist but then turn against them when they become mainstream. He also mixes in some of his signature controversial humor, recounting a violent encounter and ending with a playful reference to choking someone with a candy bar. The chorus is a repeated reminder that people should not forget about Dr. Dre and his contributions to music.


Overall, the song is an unapologetic defense against critics and haters, emphasizing Dr. Dre's continued relevance and influence in the industry.


Line by Line Meaning

Y'all know me, still the same ol' G, but I been low-key
I am still the same person, but I have been keeping a low profile


Hated on by most these n***as with no cheese, no deals and no G's
People who have nothing in life, hate on me for having everything


No wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles and no skis
I have everything I need but don't flaunt it like others who don't have much


Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries
People who used to hate me even for being able to afford groceries are now even more jealous


Got a crib with a studio and it's all full o' tracks, to add to the wall full o' plaques
I have a home with a recording studio and numerous musical awards


Hangin' up in the office in back of my house like trophies
My awards hang in my home office like trophies


Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze, ho please
I won't let my money sit idle or go to waste


You better bow down on both knees, who you think taught you to smoke trees
Respect who taught you everything including smoking marijuana


Who you think brought you the oldies, Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C.'s
I was behind the artists who made the music you love


The Snoop D-O-double-G's, and the group that said 'motherfuck tha police'
I also worked with the popular group who made the explicit song 'Fuck the Police'


Gave you a tape full dope beats to bump, when you stroll through in your 'hood
I provided great music for you to enjoy and play when you're out and about


And when your albums sales wasn't doin' too good, who's the doctor they told you to go see
When your music career was struggling, people recommended you come to me to revive it


Y'all better listen up closely, all you n***as that said that I'd turned pop
Listen carefully all you people who claimed I sold out and became mainstream


Or The Firm flopped, y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin' no sleep
If The Firm failed it would have affected me and my career badly


So fuck y'all, all o' y'all, if y'all don't like me, blow me
I'm fed up with you all and don't care if you don't like me


Y'all gon' keep fuckin' around wit' me, and turn me back to the old me
If you keep pushing me, I will revert back to my old self


Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some'in to say
People talk as if they have something important to say


But nothin' comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch o' gibberish
They actually say nothing important, just nonsense


And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
People pretend as if they don't remember me or what I've done


So what do you say to somebody you hate (What)
How do you speak to someone you dislike


Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way
Or someone trying to cause problems for you


Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way (Yup)
Do you want to handle the issues violently


Just study a tape of N.W.A
Refer to the legendary rap group N.W.A as an example


One day I was walkin' by, with a Walkman on, when I caught a guy
I remember the time when I was walking with my Walkman, and I spotted someone


Giving an awkward eye, (What you lookin' at) strangled him up in the parkin' lot with his Karl Kani's
He looked nervously at me, and I decided to strangle him in the parking lot wearing his Karl Kani clothing


I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not, I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge
I don't care if the conditions are tough I will be tougher, like the time when I tried to park a Dodge while drunk


When I'm drunk as fuck, right next to a humongous truck in a two car garage
It was dusk, and I was close to a large parked truck in my two-car garage while highly intoxicated


Hoppin' out with two broken legs, tryna walk it off, fuck you too bitch call the cops
I was stumbling with two broken legs, and someone called the authorities


I'm 'a kill you and them loud-ass motherfuckin' barkin' dogs
I threatened to kill the person and their annoying, barking dogs


And when the cops came through, me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Dre and I were standing beside a house that had been burned down when the police arrived


With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches, and still weren't found out (Right here)
We had gasoline and matches but never got caught


So from here on out, it's The Chronic 2, startin' today and tomorrow's anew
I am starting a new chapter with album The Chronic 2


And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew (Chikka-chikka-chikka)
I am still crazy enough to kill you using a Charleston Chew candy


Slim Shady, hotter than a set o' twin babies
I, Slim Shady, am hotter than twin infants


In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up, when the temp goes up to the mid-eighties
I'm driving a hot car with closed windows, despite the heat


Callin' men ladies, sorry Doc but I been crazy
Referring to men as women, implies craziness


There's no way that you can save me, it's OK go with him Hailey (Dada)
I believe I cannot be saved and okay with my daughter being with her mother


If it was up to me, you motherfuckers would stop comin' up to me wit' yo' hands out, lookin' up to me
If it were up to me, beggars should not come to me asking for favors and admiring me


Like you want somethin' free, when my last CD was out, you wasn't bumpin' me
You didn't listen to my music when my last CD came out, but now you want something from me


But now that I gots lil' company, everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
Everyone wants to associate with me now that I have a little company like it's a contagious illness


'Cause I stay well off, now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' 'Dre fell off'
Because I'm wealthy, all I get is hate messages claiming I lost my edge


What, 'cause I been in the lab, with a pen an' a pad tryna get this damn label off
I have been busy in the studio trying to leave my current record label


I ain't havin' that, this is the millennium of Aftermath and ain't gon' be nothin' after that
I won't tolerate this, Aftermath Entertainment is the future, and nothing will come after it


So gimme one more platinum plaque and fuck rap, you can have it back
Give me one more platinum certification for my album, but I don't care about rap anymore, you can have it


So where's all the mad rappers at, it's like a jungle in this habitat
Where are all the angry rappers? It's like a wild environment here


But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with gats, when you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch
All the rappers know that I had guns with me, while you were playing with dolls




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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

@@Ano_ny paid bot ignore it

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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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