bitch please ii
Snoop Dogg Lyrics


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Yeah, what up, Detroit?
Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh, no, he didn't
They didn't do it again (what-what, you what?)
You shitted on these niggas two times, Dr. Dre?
Oh, fo' sho'
Uh-uh, naw, you smell that?
This is special right here (what-what, what-what-what?)
Yeah, it's a toast to the boogie, baby
To the boogie-oogie-oogie
Yeah, you know, what's crackin', Dre?

Just let me lay back and kick some old simplistic pimp shit
On Slim's shit, and start riots like Limp Bizkit
Throw on Guilty Conscience at concerts
And watch mosh pits
'Til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious
(Watch out, nigga)
Some of these crowds that Slim draws is rowdy as Crenshaw
Boulevard, when it's packed and full of cars
Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw
Is niggas from Crenshaw, from Long Beach to South Central
Whoa, not these niggas again
These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again (shit)
You and what army could harm me?
D-R-E and Shady with Doggy from Long Beach (westside)
Came a long way to makin' these songs play
It'll be a wrong move to stare at me the wrong way
I got a long uz' and I carry it all day
Sometimes it's like a nightmare just bein' Andre
But I

Somehow, some way
Hello nigga, you know about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg)
Now let me cut these niggas up
And show 'em where the fuck I'm comin' from
I get the party crackin' from the shit that I be spittin', son
Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run
Got about fifty guns
And I love all of 'em the same, bang-bang (word up)
Damn, baby girl, what's your name?
I forgot, what'd you say it was?
Damn, a nigga buzzed (fucked up)
Hangin' in the club with my nephew Eminem (what's up Slim?)
(What up, cuz? What up, Snoop?)
The great white American hope
Done hooked up with the king of the motherfuckin' west coast
Baby

And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

I'm the head nigga in charge, I'm watchin' you move
You're found dead in your garage
With ten o'clock news coverage
Gotta love it 'cause I expose the façade
Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with god
All jokes aside, come bounce with us
Standin' over you with a 12-gauge, about to bust
It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in a body bag, but never in cuffs
So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough
When things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with Puff
Bitch, please, you must have a mental disease
Assume the position and get back down on your knees
Come on

And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

Aww, naww, big Slim Dogg
Eighty pound balls, (what?) dick six inch long (mm)
Back up in the heezy, baby
He's Shady (he's so crazy)
Give me the mic, let me recite 'til Timothy White
Pickets outside the interscope offices every night
What if he's right? I'm just a criminal
Makin' a livin' off of the world's misery
What in the world gives me the right to say what I like?
And walk around flippin' the bird
Livin' the urban life, like a white kid from the 'burbs
Dreamin' at night of screamin' at mom, schemin' to leave
Run away from home, and grow to be as evil as me
I just want you all to notice me, and people to see
That somewhere deep down there's a decent human being in me
It just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me
Is 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean
So when you see me dressin' up like a nerd on TV
Or heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely
It's just me bein' me, here, want me to tone it down?
Suck my fuckin' dick, you faggot, you happy now?
Look here, I start some trouble everywhere that I go (that I go)
Ask the bouncers in the club 'cause they know ('cause they know)
I start some shit, they throw me out the back door (the back door)
Come back and shoot the club up with a .44 (a .44)

And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance

2001 and forever
Slim Shady
Dr. Dre
Snoop Dogg
X to the z




Nate Dogg
Come on, yeah

Overall Meaning

The song "Bitch Please II" by Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre, Eminem, Xzibit, and Nate Dogg is a classic track that showcases the best of West Coast rap. The lyrics are filled with middle fingers aimed at critics and those who doubted the rappers' success. The song opens with Snoop congratulating Dr. Dre for "shitting" on their haters twice before. He then declares a toast to "the boogie" before asking Dre to let him lay back and "kick some old simplistic pimp shit."


Eminem takes over next, rapping about starting riots at concerts and mosh pits until people knock each other out. He mentions how rowdy some of the crowds he and Snoop draw, from Long Beach to South Central, can be. Eminem boasts about his guns and his position as "the head nigga in charge." He warns that those who cross him will be found dead in their garages with their little lungs too small to handle smoking with a god.


Snoop then comes back, telling everyone to give him the mic so he can recite until Timothy White. He talks about pickets outside the Interscope offices every night before confessing to making a living off the world's misery. Snoop wants people to know he can start trouble anywhere he goes, and he's not afraid to shoot the club up with a .44. The song ends with a chorus from Nate Dogg, warning everyone not to mess with any of them unless they want to face the devil.


Line by Line Meaning

You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
You don't want to smoke marijuana in a confined space with me, because I consume alcohol heavily


Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
By the time the second round happens, we will be dominating the underground music scene


How that sound? Xzibit backing down from a conflict
What do you think about Xzibit avoiding a confrontation? Sounds weak, right?


Fuck the nonsense! Terrorist, hidden bomb shit
Disregard all the irrelevant stuff. Just focus on the explosive and dangerous lyrics


Glass and metal in every direction
Chaos and destruction everywhere you look


Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson
Uninvolved spectators learn a harsh reality through the consequences they witness


I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon
I am the cause for others not having enough time to draw their weapons


And reason why niggas with problems keep on steppin
I am the motivation for troubled individuals to move forward with their issues


Xzibit ready to scrap like Mike Tyson with his license back
Xzibit is prepared for a physical fight just like Mike Tyson, who regained his boxing license


9 to 5 minimum wage? What type of life is that
Having a regular job with low pay is not a fulfilling or satisfactory existence


For me? It's blasphemy, you fuckin around
But for me, it's outrageous and offensive that you're messing with me


With the Sundance Kid and Butch Cassidy
I am in the company of legendary outlaws like the Sundance Kid and Butch Cassidy


You had the audacity to wanna tangle with the X
You dared to engage in a conflict with me, the X


Strangle your neck, slap you like the opposite sex
I will restrict your breath and hit you forcefully, regardless of your gender


Drunk driving, trying to stack my loot
I am intoxicated and driving recklessly while attempting to accumulate wealth


While other rappers getting 'Treated Like a Prostitute'
Meanwhile, other rappers are being exploited and mistreated


So check the SoundScan
Examine the statistics of my record sales


All I wanna be was a G, ha
I only ever desired to be a true gangster, haha


My whole life, nigga please, ha
Throughout my entire life, I've always scoffed at people who doubted me, haha


Breaking off these motherfuckin keys, ha
I am successfully dividing and distributing these significant quantities of drugs, haha


Let's get these motherfuckin G's, ha
Now, let's obtain a substantial amount of money, haha


Nigga you don't wanna fuck with this
You really don't want to mess with me


Oh no, big Snoop Dogg
Here comes big Snoop Dogg, oh no


Back up in the heezee bay-bay
I have returned to the place, my friend


You jockin' my style? 'You so cra-zy'
Are you imitating my fashion and demeanor? 'You are incredibly foolish'


Dre say, ain't 'No Limit' to this
Dr. Dre says there are no boundaries or restrictions to our success and creativity


As long as we drop gangsta shit
As long as we release hardcore and authentic gangster music


Look here bitch, you fine and I dig your style
Listen closely, woman, you look attractive and I admire your attitude


Come fuck with a nigga and do it 'Doggystyle'
Join me in sexual intercourse and engage in it in the 'Doggystyle' position


I'll be gentle, sentimental
I will be considerate and emotional


Shit, we fucked in the rental
Well, we had sex in the rented car


Lincoln Continental
We drove a large and luxurious Lincoln Continental car


Coast-to-coast, L.A. to Chicago
We traveled from the West Coast in Los Angeles to the city of Chicago in the East Coast


I get this pussy everywhere that I go
I easily attract women for sexual encounters wherever I travel


Ask the bitches in your hood cause they know
Inquire with the women in your neighborhood because they are aware


Bitch please! Get down on your god damn knees
Bitch, I demand that you kneel before me


For this money, chronic, clothes and weed
In return for this wealth, marijuana, fashionable attire, and marijuana


Look, you fuckin with some real O.G's
Listen, you are messing with authentic and respected gangsters


Now what you need to do is hem my coat, and roll me some dough (f'real)
Now, what you must do is tailor my jacket and prepare a large sum of money (for real)


Diff'rent strokes for diff'rent folks
People have various preferences and choices


Oh, you like setting niggas up and getting them loc's?
Oh, you enjoy plotting against men and causing them to lose their sanity?


A cute lil' bitch with a whole lotta heart
An attractive and small woman with a significant amount of courage


Shit gets thick when the light gets dark
Difficult situations arise when the environment becomes tense and uncertain


She say she got a lick for me (well hook it up)
She claims to have a profitable opportunity for me (well, make it happen)


Worth about 200 G's and thirty keys
Valued at approximately 200,000 dollars and thirty kilograms of drugs


Now check this out Dre, now, if I don't move
Now listen to this, Dre, if I don't make any moves or take action


Then a nigga like me, shit, I don't lose
Then someone like me, damn, I can't be defeated


But you know me, Dogg I'm movin
But you know me, Dogg, I am always progressing and making moves


Ain't nothing to it but to get to groovin'
It's simply a matter of finding the rhythm and getting into the flow


You've been waiting on a nigga like me
You have been anticipating someone like me


To take that chance and rob your man and beat up the pussy
To seize the opportunity and steal from your partner while satisfying your sexual desires


A victim of the circumstance
A person who becomes helpless due to the situation they find themselves in


That's the devil, they always wanna dance
That's the devil, always desiring to engage in sinful activities


See we go out with a bang (bang bang)
We end things in a spectacular and explosive manner (gunfire sounds)


I'm trying to work this cold thang
I am trying to make this illegal operation successful


And take this whole thang
And acquire the entirety of this operation


I get the money everywhere that I go
I acquire wealth no matter where I travel


I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho
I forcefully extract money from women without a doubt


Y'all don't wanna step to me
You all do not want to confront or challenge me


Still claiming DPG 'til the day I D-I-E
Continuously asserting my affiliation with the Dogg Pound Gang until the day I die




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Alvin Joyner, Andre Young, Marshall Mathers, Melvin Bradford, Michael Elizondo, Calvin Broadus

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