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Fuck Wit Dre Day
Dr. Dre Lyrics


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Yeah, hell yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah

Mista Busta, where the fuck you at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggas you grew up with
Don't even respect yo' ass
That's why it's time for the doctor to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homie, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo' mouth
Make you bow down to the Row
Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, little ho
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
Stompin' on the easiest streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back 'cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud and stay low-key
B-G 'cause you lost all your homies' love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit' me, now it's a must that I fuck wit' you

(You better raise up)
Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about (you better raise up)
We have your motherfuckin' record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go (you better, you-you, you better)
You know what I'm sayin'? Punk motherfucker (you better raise up)
(Better raise up) (Dogg)

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherfuckin' house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a Dogg brings me to another day
Play, with my bone would you Timmy?
It seems like you're good for makin' jokes about your jimmy
Well here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was a 'Frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, I'm talkin' about you and me
Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T
Your bark was loud but your bite wasn't vicious
And them rhymes you were kickin' were quite bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg, oh is he crazy?
With your mama and your daddy hollerin', "Baby"
So what that let you know?
That if you fuck with Dre, nigga you're fuckin' wit Death Row
And I ain't even swangin' them thangs
I'm hollerin', "187" with my dick in yo' mouth, biatch (biatch)

Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit and get yo' motherfuckin' cranium cracked, nigga?
Step on up, now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R, yeah, motherfucker (shit done hit the fan) (Dogg)

Now understand this, my nigga Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin' over, so Luke's gettin' fucked, busta
Musta thought I was sleazy
Or though I was a mark 'cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity, made you speak what you spoke (yeah)
Ayo Dre (what up?) Chip this nigga off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots to fuck with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While you're onstage rappin' at your wack-ass concert
And I'ma snatch yo' ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off that hoo-ride
Now you might not understand me
'Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
Then we gon' creep to South Central
On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat
You tryin' to check my homie, you best check yo' self
'Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker
Yeah, nigga

So I don't want no dilapidated, two-faced, pigeon-toed
Bow-legged, cross-eyed son of a gun fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)

(Oh-ooh)
(Oh, yeah, yeah) Yeah, nine-deuce, Dr. Dre
(Oh) Droppin' chronic once again
(Yeah-yeah, yeah) It don't stop
(Oh) punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
(Yeah, yeah) Compton style, nigga
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house, yeah (I don't, no, no-no-no-no, ayy)
Long Beach is in the motherfuckin' house (Long Beach)
Yeah, yeah (Compton)
Straight up, really doe (Death Row is in the house, yeah)
(Oh-Oh, yeah) Breakin' all them suckas off somethin' real proper-like
You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
(Oh, whoa, whoa) All the sucka-ass niggas can eat a fat dick
(Yeah, yeah) Yeah, Eazy-E, Eazy-E
(Oh, yeah-yeah) Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
(Oh-Oh) Luke, can eat a fat dick
Yeah (yeah)
(Oh yeah)
(Oh-oh, yeah, yeah) (Dogg)
(Oh-oh, yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Oh, yeah, yeah)

Overall Meaning

"F*ck Wit Dre Day" is a diss track targeting Tim Dog and the East Coast hip hop scene. Dr. Dre starts the track by calling out Tim Dog, insinuating that he is unarmed and that he has lost the respect of the people he grew up with. Dre then proceeds to attack Tim Dog's credibility as a rapper, mocking his rhymes, and threatening to kill him. Later in the song, Dre takes a shot at Luke, Eazy-E, and MC Breed, asserting his dominance over the industry.


The lyrics show how Dr. Dre and his fellow west coast rappers felt threatened by the rise of east coast hip hop. The track is also meant to be a warning to anyone who would dare to cross Dre, as he is more than capable of defending himself.


Overall, "F*ck Wit Dre Day" is a powerful track that showcases Dr. Dre's anger and frustration at the time. It was an integral part of the west coast-east coast hip hop rivalry that defined the 90s and helped to shape the genre for years to come.


Line by Line Meaning

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


Mista Busta, where the fuck you at?
Mr. Busta, where are you located?


Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
You are incapable of fighting, so I assume you possess a gun


Your dick on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs
You are sexually aroused, due to engaging in sexual activities with your close friends


The hood you threw up with, niggas you grew up with
The neighborhood you proudly represent, the individuals you have known since childhood


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


That's why it's time for the doctor to check your ass, nigga
That's why it is necessary for the doctor to confront you and assess your behavior


Used to be my homie, used to be my ace
You used to be my close friend, my trusted accomplice


Now I wanna slap the taste out yo' mouth
Now I feel the urge to physically assault you and remove the arrogance from your words


Make you bow down to the Row
Force you to show submission and respect towards Death Row Records


Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, little ho
You initiated a conflict with me, so now I am retaliating and engaging in a sexual relationship with your partner


Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Oh, do not assume that I have forgotten or overlooked your previous actions that offended me


Let me ride, just another homicide
Allow me to continue with my activities, which may result in the death of another individual


Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
Yes, it is I, therefore I will express my opinions and thoughts openly


Stompin' on the easiest streets that you can walk on
I am dominating and exerting control over the streets that you consider to be safe and easily navigable


So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
Put on your hat representing Compton, along with your sunglasses


And watch your back 'cause you might get smoked, loc
Stay alert and cautious, as there is a possibility you may be killed


And pass the bud and stay low-key
Share the marijuana and remain discreet


B-G 'cause you lost all your homies' love
You are considered a bitch gangster as your friends no longer have any affection towards you


Now call it what you want to
Now you may label this situation with any term you prefer


You fucked wit' me, now it's a must that I fuck wit' you
You provoked me, so I am obligated to retaliate and pursue conflict with you


(You better raise up)
You should prepare yourself for the consequences


We have your motherfuckin' record company surrounded
We have encircled your record company, leaving you no escape


Put down the candy and let the little boy go (you better, you-you, you better)
Abandon your deception and release the immature individual you are holding captive


You know what I'm sayin'? Punk motherfucker (you better raise up)
Do you comprehend my message? You are a worthless individual


(Better raise up) (Dogg)
(You should prepare yourself) (referring to himself as Dogg)


Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Expressing excitement and enthusiasm


Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house
I, Doggy Dogg, am present and fully engaged


Death Row's in the motherfuckin' house
The record label Death Row is also present and active


The sounds of a Dogg brings me to another day
The music and persona of a Dogg motivates and inspires me to continue living


Play, with my bone would you Timmy?
Timmy, would you engage in sexual activities with me?


It seems like you're good for makin' jokes about your jimmy
You appear to be skilled at making humorous remarks about your penis


Well here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I have a humorous remark about your mother that you may find offensive


I heard she was a 'Frisco dyke
I have heard that your mother is a lesbian from San Francisco


But fuck your mama, I'm talkin' about you and me
Disregard your mother, I am directing my attention to you and our conflict


Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T
Facing each other directly, Tim M-U-T (a spelling of his name)


Your bark was loud but your bite wasn't vicious
You spoke with great confidence, but your actions were not aggressive


And them rhymes you were kickin' were quite bootylicious
The lyrics you were rapping were of poor quality and unimpressive


You get with Doggy Dogg, oh is he crazy?
If you engage in a hostile manner with Doggy Dogg, are you prepared for the consequences?


With your mama and your daddy hollerin', "Baby"
Your mother and father are crying out for help


So what that let you know?
What does that inform you of?


That if you fuck with Dre, nigga you're fuckin' wit Death Row
If you provoke Dre, then you are starting a conflict with Death Row Records


And I ain't even swangin' them thangs
I am not even using weapons to harm you


I'm hollerin', "187" with my dick in yo' mouth, biatch (biatch)
I am shouting the police code for murder while forcing you to perform oral sex on me


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


So you wanna pop that shit and get yo' motherfuckin' cranium cracked, nigga?
Do you desire to talk disrespectfully and suffer severe head injuries?


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


Mighty, mighty D-R, yeah, motherfucker (shit done hit the fan) (Dogg)
Powerful, powerful D-R (Death Row), yes, you insignificant individual (the situation has become chaotic)


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 being submissive, so he is being taken advantage of and humiliated, you fool


Musta thought I was sleazy
You must have assumed that I was morally dubious


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


Animosity, made you speak what you spoke (yeah)
Hostility caused you to express the words that you did (yes)


Ayo Dre (what up?) Chip this nigga off loc
Hey Dre, remove this individual from our community


If it ain't another ho that I gots to fuck with
If it isn't another promiscuous woman that I need to engage in sexual activities with


Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
You have significant gaps in your teeth, allowing my penis to fit comfortably


With my nuts on ya tonsils
Pressing my testicles against your tonsils


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


And I'ma snatch yo' ass from the backside
I am going to forcefully grab you from behind


To show you how Death Row pull off that hoo-ride
To demonstrate the manner in which Death Row engages in acts of violence


Now you might not understand me
You may not comprehend my intentions or message


'Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
Because I will commit a robbery against you in Compton and then shoot you in Miami


Then we gon' creep to South Central
Afterwards, we will quietly navigate our way to South Central


On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple
Engaged in an expedition for street knowledge, as I enter the location


Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
Identify him, apprehend him, as I draw out my firearm


Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat
My chrome (gun) is pointed towards the side of his White Sox hat


You tryin' to check my homie, you best check yo' self
If you attempt to confront my friend, you should evaluate your own actions and behaviors


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


Yeah, nigga
Yes, my fellow individual


So I don't want no dilapidated, two-faced, pigeon-toed
Therefore, I have no desire for decrepit, hypocritical, clumsy


Bow-legged, cross-eyed son of a gun fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
Individual with bent legs, misaligned eyes and who engages in sexual activities with me (messing with me)


(Oh-ooh)
(Expressing a moan or exclamation)


(Oh, yeah, yeah) Yeah, nine-deuce, Dr. Dre
(Expressing excitement) Yes, in 1992, Dr. Dre


(Oh) Droppin' chronic once again
(Exclaiming) Releasing marijuana once again


(Yeah-yeah, yeah) It don't stop
(Affirming) The flow of music and actions continues


(Oh) punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
(Expressing a moan) Swiftly and decisively punishing disrespectful individuals


(Yeah, yeah) Compton style, nigga
(Expressing agreement) In the fashion of Compton, my friend


Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house, yeah (I don't, no, no-no-no-no, ayy)
Doggy Dogg is present and fully engaged, yes (I do not, no, no-no-no-no, expressing confusion, surprise, or disagreement)


Long Beach is in the motherfuckin' house (Long Beach)
The city of Long Beach is also present and engaged (Long Beach)


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


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


(Oh-Oh, yeah) Breakin' all them suckas off somethin' real proper-like
(Expressing a moan) Defeating all those fools in an impressive and satisfying manner


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


(Oh, whoa, whoa) All the sucka-ass niggas can eat a fat dick
(Expressing surprise or uncertainty) All the foolish individuals can perform oral sex on a large penis


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


(Oh, yeah-yeah) Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
(Expressing surprise or uncertainty) Eazy-E can perform oral sex on a large penis


Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
Tim Dog can perform oral sex on a large penis


(Oh-Oh) Luke, can eat a fat dick
(Expressing surprise or uncertainty) Luke can perform oral sex on a large penis


Yeah (yeah)
Yes (yes)


(Oh yeah)
(Expressing moaning or exclamation)


(Oh-oh, yeah, yeah) (Dogg)
(Expressing moaning or exclamation) (referring to himself as Dogg)


(Oh-oh, yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Expressing moaning or exclamation)


(Oh, yeah, yeah)
(Expressing moaning or exclamation)




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Cordazar Calvin Jr. Broadus, David Lee Spradley, Garry Marshall Shider, George Jr. Clinton

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Ermis


on Fuck You

best dr.dre song and that phone call in the beginning funny ash

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