from ruthless to death row lyrics – d.o.c

(featuring slick rick)

(intro: spoken)
that’s f*cked up, yeah.


the new world

i’d like to make a small dedication tonight to the b*tches of the world
now to make this understood, i’m gonna explain somethin’ to you
check this out
to be a b*tch, you don’t necessarily have to have a p*ssy in your pants
(true indeed, true indeed)
in fact
most, if not all, of the b*tches i know (that’s right)
have little p*ck*rs, little d*cks

a b*tch ain’t nothin’
but a m*th*f*cka that wanna come up
from another m*th*f*cka
hard work
don’t make no sense to these m*th*f*ckas
dumb*ss m*th*f*ckas
now to make it real clear i’m gonna explain it to ya in a story form
like this here
check this out

i remember the way it started
once upon a time
when a n*gg* named dre came, n*gg* got signed
ruthless n*gg*, everything is all good
you the sh*t, ’cause you rollin’ wit’ some boyz-n-the-hood
no one can do it better, see, ’cause i’m an md
and when i f*ck it up, you give me 25 g’s
eazy-e said, “yeah, oh yeah!”
so i took it
forget the paperwork
the money made me overlook it

i rose up quick from the pit i was in
450 0300 benz
nothin’ but ends, money bought friends
got me in a cross (?)
now everything’s lost
this is when i found out
“look at this sh*t!”
you is slippin’
you ain’t gonna believe what that n*gg* did
“my sh*t f*cked up, dre, you need to look”
“i ain’t trippin’, yo, i think your little homie, he a crook”

the spot got shook, it was h*ll below
is that the future shock?
h*ll, no, it’s death row
i was all in because of the begin
think they would see
yo, we all gon’ win
so “the chronic” was upon us, the music awards
but i was still broke at the crib when they toured
the alb*m soared and i got bored
with n*gg*s talkin’ sh*t, they came upon a (?)

ain’t that a b*tch?

i coulda been the star dude
or maybe i shoulda stabbed out like ice cube
but what about your dogg?
who? snoop? we was tight
i hung around, we’d get together when he’d write
in the pound, that’s the way it come to (?)
when it’s goin’ down, n*gg*s is in whatever
i went outside for a minute and came back
n*gg*s was talkin’ crazy like they wanted me to rap
so i did somethin’ from the old lp
“d*mn! that’s that sh*t!”
“that’s what a n*gg* want to see”

visit the windy city and (?)
rock over 17, 000 g’s
i recognized game
the sh*t was kinda funny
f*cked-up voice sh*t, n*gg* make money
he came back and here comes the glory
and this is the way i’m gonna end this story

i was only 19
lookin’ for a dream
from what i put out
i never got a f*ckin’ thing
this and the wreck was the f*cked-up part
it’s just a little somethin’ about some real heart

from ruthless to death row do we all part
b*tches, see ya
trick-*ss, trick-*ss b*tch


(once upon a time not long ago…)
(a brother tried to play me like a kid, so i just dissed him)

(it’s like a message that only i can understand)

(keepin’ it dope as long as i can rock a mansion)
(remember this forever!)

people in the house, i’m gonna let ’em know
i’m gonna let ’em know, my n*gg*

comin’ with the b-o-m-b

/ d o c lyrics