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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'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 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 (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 walking by with a Walkman on
When I caught a guy, gave me an awkward eye (What you looking at?)
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'ma 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 (Right here)
So 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-80's
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 (Dada?)

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 (Compton)
I told 'em all
All them little gangsters, 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 sayin' 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 gon' 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 success, wealth and fame, and addresses an array of issues, including his previous absence from the rap scene, his contributions to the genre, his violent tendencies, and the lack of respect he perceives from his contemporaries.


The song opens with Dre boasting about how he has always been true to himself, despite being "low-key" and subject to hate from those "with no cheese" (i.e., no money or fame). He goes on to enumerate the many luxuries he can now afford after years of hard work and dedication, including a house full of plaques and a studio full of tracks, while many of his detractors have nothing to show for their efforts. He reminds his listeners that he was part of the N.W.A crew, which brought old-school hits like "Motherfuck the Police," and was responsible for introducing several successful rappers to the industry, including Snoop Dogg, Eazy-E, and Ice Cube. He laments that their contribution isn't always recognized while insisting that he has no intention of fading into obscurity.


In the chorus, repeated twice in the song, Dre mocks the rap game and its posers, who would "talk like they got something to say" but "nothing comes out when they move their lips" – because they have "forgotten about Dre." He then shifts gears to deliver a menacing warning to anyone who tries to intimidate him, using the analogy of choking someone with a Charleston Chew, and reminding them of his violent tendencies. He ends the song by stating that he is focused on the future and working on his next project with Aftermath.


Overall, "Forgot About Dre" serves as a reminder of the artist's legacy, his contributions to the genre, and his formidable talent as a rapper and producer. It is also a cautionary tale about the dangers of forgetting one's roots, the importance of staying true to oneself, and the consequences of disrespecting someone who has earned their place in the rap game.


Line by Line Meaning

Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
I haven't changed.


But I been low-key
But I've been keeping a low profile.


Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
Most people who hate on me are broke.


No deals and no G's
I didn't have any money or a record deal.


No wheels and no keys
I didn't have any cars or house keys.


No boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis
I didn't have any boats, snowmobiles, or skis.


Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries
People are mad at me now that I can afford to buy groceries for my family.


Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks
I have a house with a studio where I record music.


To add to the wall full of plaques
I have many plaques on the wall to show all of my accomplishments.


Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
My plaques are hanging in the back office of my house like trophies.


Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze?
Did you really think I would waste all the money I've made?


Ho please
Please, give me a break.


You better bow down on both knees
You better show me some respect.


Who you think taught you to smoke trees?
Do you know who taught you how to smoke weed?


Who you think brought you the oldies?
Do you know who brought you classic hip hop music?


Eazy-E's, Ice Cubes, and D.O.C's
I'm talking about Eazy-E, Ice Cube, and D.O.C.


The Snoop D-O-double-G's
And Snoop Dogg, too.


And the group that said, "Motherfuck the police"
And N.W.A., who had the hit song "Fuck tha Police".


Gave you a tape full of dope beats
They gave you a great album with awesome beats.


To bump when you stroll through in your hood
You would play this music when you drove around your neighborhood.


And when your album sales wasn't doing too good
When your album sales were struggling


Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Who was the person you turned to for good music?


Y'all better listen up closely
Pay attention to what I'm saying.


All you niggas that said that I turned pop, or The Firm flopped
All of you who said that I went mainstream and that The Firm failed


Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep
You are the reason that I can't sleep at night.


So fuck y'all, all of y'all
So screw all of you.


If y'all don't like me, blow me
If you don't like me, go away.


Y'all are gonna keep fucking around with me
You'll keep pushing me around.


And turn me back to the old me
And make me go back to my old self.


Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
These days, everyone wants to talk like they have something to say.


But nothing comes out when they move their lips
But they don't really have anything to say.


Just a bunch of gibberish
It's just a bunch of nonsense.


And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
And people are acting like they forgot about me.


So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?)
What do you say to someone you don't like?


Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way?
Or anyone who is trying to start problems?


Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup)
Do you want to solve things with violence?


Just study a tape of N.W.A
Just listen to a classic N.W.A album.


One day I was walking by with a Walkman on
One day I was walking and listening to music on my Walkman.


When I caught a guy, gave me an awkward eye (What you looking at?)
When a man looked at me strangely.


I strangled him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani
I attacked him in the parking lot and used his Karl Kani garment to strangle him.


I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I don't care whether it's light or dark.


I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge
I'm more hardcore than trying to park a Dodge car.


When I'm drunk as fuck
Even when I'm drunk out of my mind.


Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage
Parked beside a huge truck in a garage that fits two cars.


Hopping out with two broken legs, trying to walk it off
I would jump out with two broken legs and try to walk it off.


Fuck you too bitch, call the cops
Screw you and your snitching. Call the police and see what happens.


I'ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfucking barking dogs
I'll kill you and your loud dogs, too.


And when the cops came through
When the police showed up.


Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Dr. Dre and I were next to a burning house.


With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
We had gasoline and matches with us.


And still weren't found out (Right here)
And we still weren't caught.


So from here on out, it's The Chronic II
From now on, it's The Chronic II.


Starting today and tomorrow's anew
Starting today and tomorrow is a new day.


And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew
And I'm still crazy enough to choke you with a candy bar.


Slim Shady, hotter then a set of twin babies
Slim Shady is even hotter than twin babies.


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


When the temp goes up to the mid-80's
When the temperature goes up to the mid-80s.


Calling men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I been crazy
I've been calling men ladies, but I'm sorry, Dr. Dre, I've been crazy.


There's no way that you can save me
You can't save me from myself.


It's okay, go with him Hailie (Dada?)
It's okay, Hailie, go with your dad.


If it was up to me
If it was my decision.


You motherfuckers would stop coming up to me
You people would stop bothering me.


With your hands out looking up to me
Begging for money from me.


Like you want something free
Acting like you want something for nothing.


When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me
You weren't listening to my music when my last album came out.


But now that I got this little company
But now that I have a label of my own.


Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
Everyone wants to come to me now.


But you won't get a crumb from me
But I won't give you anything.


'Cause I'm from the streets of Compton (Compton)
Because I am a product of Compton.


I told 'em all
I told everyone.


All them little gangsters, who you think helped mold 'em all?
Who do you think influenced and shaped all of those young gangsters?


Now you wanna run around talking bout guns, like I ain't got none
Now you talk about guns as if I don't have any.


What you think I sold 'em all?
Do you think that I sold all of my guns?


'Cause I stay well off?
Because I am doing well financially?


Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off
Now all I get is hate mail, saying that Dr. Dre is no longer popular.


What, 'cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
What, because I've been working hard in the studio?


Tryin' to get this damn label off?
Trying to make my label successful?


I ain't havin' that
I won't tolerate that.


This is the millennium of Aftermath
This is the age of Aftermath Records.


It ain't gon' be nothin' after that
There won't be anything else after that.


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


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


It's like a jungle in this habitat
It's a wild world of rap music.


But all you savage cats
But all of you aggressive rappers.


Know that I was strapped with gats
I had guns with me all the time.


While you were cuddling a Cabbage Patch
While you were playing with dolls.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: 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

@@Ano_ny paid bot ignore it

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@jessienava7506

"Yeah I'm upstairs just listening to my Will Smith CD and I see all these flames going everywhere" cracks me up every time 😂

@tristan7844

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

@imalwaysright

i was looking for this 😂😂😂😂

@gameandbros5462

😂 Jawn had my sides crampin' up!

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