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Stranded on Death Row
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"Yes, it is I," says me
And all who agree are more than three 'cause they're we
Yes, yo, I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
Who knows what evil lurks within them?
But let's take a travel down the blindside
And see what we find on this path called

Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal
Niggas know the flow that I kick there's no equal
I'm murderin' niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone I kicks
When I grips the mic and kick shit niggas can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and slam
'Nough respect like a sensei, whoop ass like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim they bossin'
Why don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson?
Take a walk through the hood, where we up to no good
Slangin' them things like a real O-G should
I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so
When you're slippin', I slip the clip in
But ain't no set trippin'
'Cause it's Death Row, rollin' like the mafia
Think about whoopin' some ass, well what the fuck stoppin' ya?
Ain't nathin' but a busta
I'm stranded on Death Row for pumpin' slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you're outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one

No prevention from this lynchin' of sorts
You're a victim from my drive-by of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
When I kick up wicked raps
Dr. Dre will kick the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will blast
And totally surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms
When I'm vexed, I fight leg, necks and arms
In this dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the tormentor
Deranged, like the Hillside Strangler
MC-mangler, tough like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite
So what you wanna do?
The narrator RBX, cell block two

Rage, lyrical murderer
Stranded on Death Row
And now I'm servin' a lifetime sentence
There'll be no repentance
Since it's the life that I choose to lead, I plead guilty
On all counts, let the ball bounce where it may
It's just another clip into my AK
Buck 'em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress
Bed frame there's another dead, bang
Layin' lame put to shame, who's to blame?
Me, The Lady of Rage
A woman comin' from the D-E-A-T-H and R-O-W, takin' no shit
So flip and you're bound to get dropped
It's 187 on motherfuckers, don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust, there'll be no debate
It's Rage, from cell block H

Ayo, steppin' through the fog and creepin' through the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Makin' videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Bustin' raps for my snaps, now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homie, lil' nigga
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigger
Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got
Sent to Death Row 'cause I wanted to make a grip from servin' my rocks
And I'm still servin' for mine
Peace to my motherfuckin' homies doin' time
In the pen and the county jail
Mobbin' with your blues on, mad as hell
And you're sayin', "Fuck the police"
And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
And it's drivin' the cops crazy
But ain't nothin' but a black thing, baby
Uh, I'm not flaggin' but I'm just saggin'
I bet you don't wanna see the D-O-Double-G
And you can't see the D-R to the E
Or my motherfuckin' homie D.O.C.
You know you can't fuck with my motherfucking DJ
That's my homie and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you don't stop
Doggy Dogg break 'em down with the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll beat 'em, man
We gotta smoke 'em, then choke 'em like the motherfuckin' Peterman
It's like three and to the two, and two and to the one
Cell block four, peace, Doggy Dogg's done

Yo, now you know the path I'm on
You think you're strong?
See if you could travel on
'Cause only the weak will try to speak
Those who are quiet will always cause riots
There's three types of people in the world
Those who don't know what happened
Those who wonder what happened
And people like us from the streets that make things happen

Overall Meaning

The song "Stranded on Death Row" by Dr. Dre, featuring Kurupt, RBX, Lady of Rage, and Snoop Dogg, is a rap song about being imprisoned for violent crimes. The song starts with a spoken word introduction and comes to life with Dre's deep and aggressive voice rapping about the dark side of humanity. The opening line, "Yes, it is I," sets the tone for the song, with Dr. Dre as the singer, who is not a protagonist nor an antagonist but someone who is simply describing the lives and struggles of those "stranded on death row."


The lyrics of the song also highlight the power dynamics in the streets, with Dre bragging about his ruthless lyrics and warning listeners to duck when he swings his "shit," referring to his rhymes. He also talks about the violence and danger that comes with being involved in gang activity and street life, urging people to not mess with Death Row, his crew.


Overall, the song is a reflection of the reality of the streets, the violence that goes on, and the consequences of being involved in criminal activity. It's a powerful commentary on the social and political issues that were prevalent at the time and continue to be so today.


Line by Line Meaning

Yes, it is I," says me
I am here, introducing myself


And all who agree are more than three 'cause they're we
Those who share the same beliefs and opinions form a united group


Yes, yo, I'm in the house now for sure
I am present and ready to make an impact


Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
I want to discuss the inner nature of men


Who knows what evil lurks within them?
It is uncertain what dark intentions reside within them


But let's take a travel down the blindside
Let's explore the hidden aspects and unexpected consequences


And see what we find on this path called
Discover the truth and revelations on this journey called


Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit
Beware, for I am dangerous and will attack aggressively


I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
My music is fierce and powerful, resonating deeply


The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal
The style of my lyrics is intimidating and potentially harmful


Niggas know the flow that I kick there's no equal
Others recognize that my rap style is unmatched


I'm murderin' niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone I kicks
I am metaphorically killing my rivals with my aggressive delivery


When I grips the mic and kick shit niggas can't fuck with
When I hold the microphone and perform, I am untouchable


So remember I go hardcore, and slam
Keep in mind that my style is intense and forceful


'Nough respect like a sensei, whoop ass like Van Damme
I deserve respect like a martial arts master and can fight fiercely like Van Damme


So any nigga that claim they bossin'
Anyone who boasts about being in control


Why don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson?
Come to the streets of Crenshaw and Slauson if you want to prove yourself


Take a walk through the hood, where we up to no good
Experience the reality of our neighborhood, where mischief is common


Slangin' them things like a real O-G should
Engaging in illegal activities like a true original gangster


I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so
I am accumulating wealth, acquiring women, and carrying a gun


When you're slippin', I slip the clip in
When you let your guard down, I load my gun


But ain't no set trippin'
But I am not engaging in gang warfare


'Cause it's Death Row, rollin' like the mafia
Because we are part of Death Row, operating like a powerful criminal organization


Think about whoopin' some ass, well what the fuck stoppin' ya?
If you want to fight, what is preventing you from doing so?


Ain't nathin' but a busta
You are nothing but a coward


I'm stranded on Death Row for pumpin' slugs in motherfuckers
I am trapped and facing consequences for shooting and killing enemies


Now you know you're outdone
Now you realize that you are defeated


Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one
Experience the fear of a gun, representing Kurupt's presence in prison


No prevention from this lynchin' of sorts
There is no defense against this figurative execution


You're a victim from my drive-by of thoughts
You are caught in a metaphorical attack of my thoughts and words


No extensions, all attempts are to fail
There is no possibility for redemption or success


Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
Unable to see the truth, it is time for you to learn through touch and experience


From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
Coming from a mentally unstable person, my presence is deadly like poison


When I kick up wicked raps
When I deliver my twisted and malicious lyrics


Dr. Dre will kick the scratch
Dr. Dre will provide the musical backdrop


With treachery, my literary form will blast
Through deceit and betrayal, my artistic expression will explode


And totally surpass the norm
And completely exceed the usual expectations


Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms
This is not just one storm, but multiple storms


When I'm vexed, I fight leg, necks and arms
When I am angered, I attack aggressively and indiscriminately


In this dimension, I'm the presenter
In this realm or context, I am the one who leads and controls


And the inventor, and the tormentor
And the one who creates and inflicts suffering


Deranged, like the Hillside Strangler
Insane, similar to the notorious Hillside Strangler


MC-mangler, tough like Wrangler
I am rough and aggressive like a Wrangler truck, destroying other rappers


I write a rhyme, hard as concrete
I craft lyrics that are as tough and unyielding as concrete


Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite
Approach the intensity and face the consequences like burnt mesquite wood


So what you wanna do?
What actions or choices do you want to make?


The narrator RBX, cell block two
I, RBX, am the storyteller in this prison setting of cell block two


Rage, lyrical murderer
I, Rage, am a masterful killer when it comes to my lyrics


Stranded on Death Row
Trapped and facing punishment on Death Row


And now I'm servin' a lifetime sentence
Now I am condemned to spend my life paying for my crimes


There'll be no repentance
I will not show remorse or seek forgiveness


Since it's the life that I choose to lead, I plead guilty
Because I willingly chose this lifestyle, I admit my guilt


On all counts, let the ball bounce where it may
I accept the consequences of my actions and leave the outcome to fate


It's just another clip into my AK
It is just another bullet loaded into my AK-47 rifle


Buck 'em down with my underground tactics
Defeat and overpower them with my unconventional strategies


Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress
I have a bed filled with evidence and ammunition


Bed frame there's another dead, bang
The bed frame serves as a reminder of another life taken


Layin' lame put to shame, who's to blame?
I have defeated my rivals and embarrassed them, questioning who is responsible


Me, The Lady of Rage
I, The Lady of Rage, am the one responsible for this destruction


A woman comin' from the D-E-A-T-H and R-O-W, takin' no shit
As a woman coming from Death Row, I refuse to tolerate any nonsense or disrespect


So flip and you're bound to get dropped
If you act out of line, you will definitely face consequences


It's 187 on motherfuckers, don't stop
This is a homicide on those who oppose, and we will not relent


Handcuffed as I bust, there'll be no debate
Even though I am restrained, I will still cause destruction without any argument


It's Rage, from cell block H
It is I, Rage, representing cell block H in the prison


Ayo, steppin' through the fog and creepin' through the smog
Advancing through the challenges and obstacles with determination


It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
I am the top individual from the neighborhood, known as Doggy Dogg


Makin' videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Creating music videos and now residing in Hollywood


Bustin' raps for my snaps, now they call me Eastwood
Delivering rhymes for money, now people compare me to Clint Eastwood


Dre is the doctor and my homie, lil' nigga
Dr. Dre is my mentor and close friend, young man


Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigger
Warren G is my right-hand man, and I am ready to take action


Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got
Flirting with the ladies using my smooth talk and charm


Sent to Death Row 'cause I wanted to make a grip from servin' my rocks
I was sent to Death Row because I chose to make money from selling drugs


And I'm still servin' for mine
And I am still working hard to earn what rightfully belongs to me


Peace to my motherfuckin' homies doin' time
Sending my regards and wishes for peace to my incarcerated friends


In the pen and the county jail
In prison and the local detention center


Mobbin' with your blues on, mad as hell
Moving around with your prison uniform, filled with anger


And you're sayin', "Fuck the police"
And you are expressing your disdain for the law enforcement


And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
And all the friends on the streets are advocating for peace


And it's drivin' the cops crazy
And it is frustrating the police officers


But ain't nothin' but a black thing, baby
But it is just a cultural expression, my dear


Uh, I'm not flaggin' but I'm just saggin'
I am not claiming affiliation, but I am wearing my pants low


I bet you don't wanna see the D-O-Double-G
I bet you do not want to encounter the D-O-Double-G (Snoop Dogg)


And you can't see the D-R to the E
And you cannot comprehend the D-R to the E (Dr. Dre)


Or my motherfuckin' homie D.O.C.
Or my close friend D.O.C.


You know you can't fuck with my motherfucking DJ
You know you cannot compete with my skilled DJ


That's my homie and we call him Warren G
That is my friend, and we refer to him as Warren G


Yeah, and you don't stop
Yes, and the momentum will not cease


Doggy Dogg break 'em down with the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound
Doggy Dogg will overpower them with the powerful Dogg Pound


That's the only way we'll beat 'em, man
That is our strategy to defeat them, my friend


We gotta smoke 'em, then choke 'em like the motherfuckin' Peterman
We need to eliminate them completely and suffocate them, similar to the notorious Peterman


It's like three and to the two, and two and to the one
It is a countdown, starting from three to two and from two to one


Cell block four, peace, Doggy Dogg's done
Cell block four is where I reside, and now I am done with this verse


Yo, now you know the path I'm on
Now you understand the direction I am headed


You think you're strong?
Do you believe you possess strength?


See if you could travel on
Let's see if you can endure and progress


'Cause only the weak will try to speak
Only those lacking strength will attempt to speak up


Those who are quiet will always cause riots
Those who remain silent often end up causing chaos and uprisings


There's three types of people in the world
There are three categories of individuals in this world


Those who don't know what happened
Those who are unaware of the events that occurred


Those who wonder what happened
Those who are curious about what transpired


And people like us from the streets that make things happen
And people like us, from the streets, who take action and make things occur




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE MUSIC GOES ROUND, RBX MUSIC
Written by: Robin Y. Allen, Calvin Cordozar Broadus, Ricardo Emmanuel Jr. Brown, Allen Williams, Andre Romell Young, Billy Nichols, Eric Dwayne Collins, Isaac Lee Hayes

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@MakingSuccessHappen

Hey guys, got the lyrics here for y'all:

[Intro: Bushwick Bill]
"Yes, it is I," says me
And all who agree are more than three 'cause they're we, haha
Yes, yo, I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
Who knows what evil lurks within them?
But let's take a travel down the blindside
And see what we find on this path called

[Verse 1: Kurupt]
Stranded on death row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal
Niggas know the flow that I kick, there's no equal
I'm murderin' niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone I kicks
When I grip the mic and kick shit niggas can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore and slam
'Nough respect like a sensei, whoop ass like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim they bossin'
Why don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson?
Take a walk through the hood where we up to no good
Slangin' them things like a real O.G. should
I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so
When you're slippin', I slip the clip in, but ain't no set trippin'
'Cause it's Death Row, rollin' like the mafia
Think about whoopin' some ass, but what the fuck stoppin' ya?
Ain't nothin' but a buster
I'm stranded on death row for pumpin' slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you're outdone, feel the shotgun
Kurupt, inmate, cell block one
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[Verse 2: RBX]
No prevention from this lynchin' of sorts
You're a victim from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
When I kick a wicked rap, Dr. Dre will hit the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will blast
And totally surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it many storms
When I'm vexed, I fight leg, necks, and arms
In this dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the tormentor
Deranged, like the Hillside Strangler
Emcee mangler, tough like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite
So what you wanna do?
The narrator RBX, cell block two

[Verse 3: The Lady of Rage]
Rage, lyrical murderer
Stranded on death row and now I'm servin' a
Lifetime sentence, there'll be no repentance
Since it's the life that I choose to lead, I plead guilty
On all counts, let the ball bounce where it may
It's just another clip into my AK
Buck 'em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress
Bed frame, there's another dead, bang
Laying lame, put to shame, who's to blame?
Me, the Lady of Rage, a woman comin'
From the D-E-A-T-H and R-O-W, takin' no shit
So flip and you're bound to get dropped
It's 1-8-7 on motherfuckers, don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust, there'll be no debate
It's Rage, from cell block H
[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
Ayo, steppin' through the fog and creepin' through the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Bustin' raps for my snaps, now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homie, little nigga
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got
Sent to death row 'cause I wanted to make a grip from servin' my rocks
And I'm still serving for mine
Peace to my motherfuckin' homies doing time
In the pen and the county jail
Mobbin' with your blues on, mad as hell
And you're sayin', "Fuck the police"
And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
And it's driving the cops crazy
But ain't nothin' but a black thing, baby
Uh, I'm not flaggin', but I'm just saggin'
I bet'cha don't wanna see the D-O-double-G
And you can't see the D-R to the E
Or my motherfuckin' homie D.O.C
You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin' DJ
That's my homie and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you don't stop
Doggy Dogg break 'em down with the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll beat 'em, man
We gotta smoke 'em then choke 'em like the motherfuckin' Peterman
It's like three and to the two and two and to the one
Cell block four, peace, Doggy Dogg's done
[Outro: Bushwick Bill]
Yo, now you know the path I'm on
You think you're strong?
See if you can travel on
'Cause only the weak will try to speak
Those who are quiet will always cause riots
There's three types of people in the world
Those who don't know what happened
Those who wonder what happened
And people like us from the streets that make things happen



All comments from YouTube:

@GG_Nowa

This track really is under appreciated. everyone absolutely kills it. The flow is so good and the beat is killer.

@rawlakid

one of the finest posse cuts.

@aidanfox8219

No it's not

@marks3620

Hard to believe it’s 30 years since this classic album was released.

@klown839

It’s not hard to believe at all. Time stands still for no man.

@user-vx6jm5hv3z

The sound of the west coast! Absolutely love it. Death Row at its peak 👌

@mmacklin3614

This beat will FOREVER be hard!!

@prof3ssor178

Rest easy Nate Dogg & Bushwick Bill 🙏🏾💐 This is a classic right here! One of DR.DRES masterpieces

@Zambineaux305

Nate wasn’t on this one tho 🤔

@artvandelay48

So hard to pick a favorite verse on this one. Each one MURDERED IT. But if I HAD to choose I kinda lean towards rage because the double syllable rhyme scheme is so nice. Kurupt is 2nd because he set the tone coming in first with that HEAT. RBX next coming with his drive by of thoughts just because his vocabulary totally surpassed the norm... Snoop was nice because I like that melodic flow. Every verse is classic on this I can’t stress that enough. It’s a PERFECT song.

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