N.w.a. Anniversary Tribute

Intro: girl, ice cube

[ice cube, do you think you could give me some money to get
My hair done?] how short's your hair right now?
[well you know i get it done every week, and i need my nails
Done too] look, i'ma tell you like this

Verse one:

I ain't the one, the one to get played like a pooh butt
See i'm from the street, so i know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when i'm goin up in em
But you know, i'm a menace to society
But girls in biker shorts are so fly to me
So i step to em, with aggression
Listen to the kid, and learn a lesson today
See they think we narrow minded
Cause they got a cute face, and big-behinded
So i walk over and say "how ya doin?"
See i'm only down for screwin, but you know
Ya gotta play it off cool
Cause if they catch you slippin, you'll get schooled
And they'll get you for your money, son
Next thing you know you're gettin their hair and they nails done
Fool, and they'll let you show em off
But when it comes to sex, they got a bad cough
Or a headache, it's all give and no take
Run out of money, and watch your heart break
They'll drop you like a bad habit
Cause a brother with money yo, they gotta have it
Messin with me though, they gets none
You can't juice ice cube girl, cause i ain't the one

Interlude one:

[girrrrrl, you got to get these brothers for all the money
You can honey. cause if they ain't got no money, they can't
Do nothin for me but get out of my face.]

[i know what you mean girl, it ain't nothin right jumpin off
Unless he got dollars]

Verse two:

Sometimes i used to wonder
How the hell an ugly dude get a fine girl's number
He's gettin juiced for his ducats
I tell a girl in a minute yo, i drive a bucket
And won't think nuttin of it
She can ride or walk, either leave it or love it
I show her that i'm not the o, the n-e, say
I'm a ruthless n-i double-g a
Cause i'm gamin on a female that's gamin on me
You know i spell girl with a b
A brother like me is only out for one thing
I think with my ding-a-ling, but i won't bring no
Flowers to your doorstep, when we goin out
Cause you'll take it for granted, no doubt
And after the date, i'ma want to do the wild thing
You want lobster huh? i'm thinking burger king
And when i take you, you get frustrated
You can't juice ice cube and you hate it
But you see, i don't go nuts
Over girls like you with the big ol butts
It start comin out the pocket, to knock it
But when the damage is done...
You can only lay me girl, you can't play me girl
For the simple fact that, i ain't the one

Interlude two:

[i don't care how they look if they got money,
We can hook up but they ain't gettin none.]

[yeah i just make em think they gonna get some,
Play up they mind a lil bit, and get that money.]

[oh ice cube, can i have some money pleeeease?]

Verse three:

Give you money why bother
Cause you know i'm lookin nothin like your father
Girl, i can't be played or ganked
Ganked means getting took for your bank
Or your gold or your money or something
Nine times outta ten, she's giving up nothing
They get mad when i put it in perspective
But let's see if my knowledge is effective
To the brothas man they robbing you blind
Cause they fine with a big behind, but pay it no mind
Keep your money to yourself homie
And if you got enough game
You'll get her name and her number
Without going under
You can't leave em and love and stay above em
I used to get no play now she stay behind me
Cause i said i had a benz 190
But i lied and played the one
Just to get some now she feels dumb
To my homies it's funny
But that's what you get trying to play me for my money
Now don't you feel used
But i don't give hoot, huh, because i knock boots
You shouldn't be, so damn material
And try to milk ice cube like cereal
Now how many times do i have to say it
Cause if i have to go get a gun
You girls will learn i don't burn
You think i'm a sucka, but i ain't the one

Outro:

[but you said you love me!]
I don't see no rings on this finger
[why you doin me like this? i love you!]
Yeah you love my money, i got what i wanted -- beat it

[listen to this]
[eazy e:] yo ren !
[mc ren:] whassup ?
[eazy e: take] [one] [mc ren: yo] [hit it]

[mc ren:]
Ruthless, plenty of that and much more
So at the party, ren is controllin the floor
That you step and do your danceroutine
It ain't a dream my man, you're in a gangsta scene
With a villain doin damage on a 24 track
With confusion to finish my conclusion
Arhytomatic rhymes from a radio cat
You can't take what i got coz i'll be takin it right back
[ruthless gangsta] cold killin
You wanna know what it's means ? [definition...villain]
With the stupid dope rhyme
So once you hear one line you can tell it's mine
With a baseball cap that's black that i'm wearin
And a look that keeps you all starin
And wondering why i'm invincible
But when you hear my rhyme, it's convincible
I don't take no shorts while i'm constructin the ground
That makes y'all move around to my hell of a sound
Girls drool on me like a dyin
[dr.dre: yo ren, tell'em what they do when you start rhymin]
I go to the party. i hip a hop the spot
I dunno what it is, but the girls get hot
Aspirin like they're on fire and
Their so-called boyfriends with'em are retirin
And for this reason i'm a walkin threath
So when i'm on stage i want...[ssssht]

[eazy e: quiet on tha set]
[light, camera, action]
[eazy e: n.w.a. take] [two]

[mc ren:]
Now to get started with my musical profession
A gangsta or villain in mine is in session
The way that i'm referrin to this makes ya move ya butt
But don't stand in a daze, yeah you should know what's up
Anyway i keep the clappin along
Coz nothing bad could go wrong because this song is so strong
[?? huh ?? i'm ???] who could ask for anything more
When n.w.a. is cold rockin the floor
Like stupid, actin like a retard
Waitin for a bumrush, gettin to the good part
It tips me so with temptation
Writin my lyrics with this hyped information
Just look at the center of the stage where the spotlight shines
[eazy e: boy you should have known by now] it's mine !
Unpredictable, keepin you extremely enjoyed
It's irresistable, meanin that you can't avoid
And while i'm on stage, look forward to sweat
But after i rip it up i want...[ssssht]

[eazy e: quiet on tha set]
[light, camera, action]
[eazy e: n.w.a. take] [three]

[mc ren:]
I can be loud as hell, think i will ? [never]
[ssssht] [eazy e: quiet on tha set] yeah i like that better
[?? huh ?? as what i can do ??] i think i earn respect
And if i didn't from you, that's what i expect
Coz if it ain't ruff it ain't me
So who really cares how you want me to be
See, i'm just me standin at the top of the pile
And doin soft known tunes it ain't my style
And this concludes our program
Of how n.w.a. makes a ruthless jam
Now first we take an average drum
Give it to dre, and the boy gets dumb
It's no secret, that i sit alone at night
Pick up a pad and pen and begin to write
All kinda lyrics that's promised to play
To make everybody say:
[they can be cold and ruthless no question about that,
But sometimes it's more complicated...]
[eazy e: yo dre] [you know what i want you to do ?]
[public enemy: bring that beat back, bring that beat back]

Now mc ren is here workin like super glue
No matter what i do, i'm always thinkin o' you
Coz i'm the pusher, supplyin the fix
And this jam's so dope, it don't need a remix
But i'm makin obstacles of enemy traps
To catch any mc's with the weak-ass raps
Crucifyin their [?? huh ??] like just for usin my name
The definition is pain, but that's the thing o' the game
If they try to retreat, i catch'em one at a time
Coz they're comittin a crime, and still promotin a rhyme
So, you're in the back of me just listen and learn
Because you'll all get a chance or maybe a turn
Now my sideman wants to give a preview
So at my next concert i wanna see you
There not sittin in a chair
Standin on yo feet, with yo hand in the air
Now i'm about to get out but i'll be back
But next time expect the more funkier track
Deep down for your enjoyment to hear more percussion
With lyrics that's smooth to start some discussion
The beat that i'm [?? hype ??] and you know that's bad
Now continue to dance coz i'm thru with tha set

Right about now, nwa court is in full effect.
Judge dre presiding in the case of nwa versus the police department.
Prosecuting attourneys are mc ren, ice cube, and eazy muthafuckin e.
Order, order, order. ice cube, take the muthafuckin stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
And nothin but the truth so help your black ass?
<you're goddamn right!>
Why don't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?

Fuck tha police
Comin straight from the underground
Young nigga got it bad cuz i'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority

Fuck that shit, cuz i ain't tha one
For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell

Fuckin with me cuz i'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin my car, lookin for the product
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics

You'd rather see me in the pen
Then me and lorenzo rollin in the benzo
Beat tha police outta shape
And when i'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still can't swallow bread and water

I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down and grabbin his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop

Ice cube will swarm
On any muthafucka in a blue uniform
Just cuz i'm from the cpt, punk police are afraid of me
A young nigga on a warpath
And when i'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin in la
Yo dre, i got somethin to say

Fuck the police (4x)

<example of scene one:
<pull your goddamn ass over right now.>
<ah shit, what the fuck you pullin me over for?>
<cuz i feel like it. just sit your ass on the curb and shut the fuck up.>
<man, fuck this shit.>
<alright smartass, i'm takin' your black ass to jail.>
M. c. ren, will you please give your testimony to the jury about this fucked up incident.>

Fuck tha police and ren said it with authority
Because the niggaz on the street is a majority.
A gang, is with whoever i'm stepping
And the motherfuckin' weapon
Is kept in a stash box, for the so-called law
Wishin' ren was a nigga that they never saw

Lights start flashin behind me
But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me
But that shit don't work, i just laugh
Because it gives em a hint not to step in my path

To the police i'm sayin fuck you punk
Readin my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pullin out a silly club, so you stand
With a fake assed badge and a gun in your hand

But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it punk, i'ma fuck you up

Make ya think i'm a kick your ass
But drop your gat, and ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But i'm a smoke em now, and not next time

Smoke any muthafucka that sweats me
Or any assho that threatens me
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me

The muthafuckin villian that's mad
With potential to get bad as fuck
So i'm a turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
Ya, somethin like that, but it all depends on the size of the gat

Takin out a police would make my day
But a nigga like ren don't give a fuck to say

Fuck the police (4x)

<yo, man, what you need?
Police, open now. we have a warrant for eazy-e's arrest.
Get down and put your hands up where i can see em.
Just shut the fuck up and get your muthafuckin ass on the floor.
[huh?]>

<yo eazy-e, why don't you step up to the stand
And tell the jury how you feel abou this bullshit.>

I'm tired of the muthafuckin jackin
Sweatin my gang while i'm chillin in the shackin
Shining tha light in my face, and for what
Maybe it's because i kick so much butt

I kick ass, or maybe cuz i blast
On a stupid assed nigga when i'm playin with the trigga
Of any uzi or an ak
Cuz the police always got somethin stupid to say

They put up my picture with silence
Cuz my identity by itself causes violence
The e with the criminal behavior
Yeah, i'm a gansta, but still i got flavor

Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucka in a uniform waitin to get shot,
By me, or another nigga.
And with a gat it don't matter if he's smarter or bigger
[mc ren: sidle him, kid, he's from the old school, fool]

And as you all know, e's here to rule
Whenever i'm rollin, keep lookin in the mirror
And there's no cue, yo, so i can hear a
Dumb muthafucka with a gun

And if i'm rollin off the 8, he'll be tha one
That i take out, and then get away
And while i'm drivin off laughin
This is what i'll say

Fuck the police (4x)

<the verdict.
The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck,
Whitebread, chickenshit muthafucka.
Wait, that's a lie. that's a goddamn lie.
I want justice! i want justice!
Fuck you, you black muthafucka!>

Fuck the police (3x)

Verse one: ice cube

Here's a little somethin' bout a nigga like me
Never shoulda been let out the penititary
Ice cube would like ta say
That i'm a crazy mutha fucka from around the way
Since i was a youth, i smoked weed out
Now i'm the mutha fucka that ya read about
Takin' a life or two
That's what the hell i do, you don't like how i'm livin
Well fuck you!
This is a gang, and i'm in it
My man dre'll fuck you up in a minute
With a right left, right left you're toothless
And then you say goddamn they ruthless!
Everwhere we go they say [damn!]
N w a's fuckin' up tha program
And then you realize we don't care
We don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah!
To drinkin' straight out the eight bottle
Do i look like a mutha fuckin role model?
To a kid lookin' up ta me
Life ain't nothin but bitches and money.
Cause i'm tha type o' nigga that's built ta last
If ya fuck wit me i'll put a foot in ya ass
See i don't give a fuck 'cause i keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin

Chorus:

Gangsta, gangsta! that's what they're yellin
"it's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - krs one
Gangsta, gangsta! that's what they're yellin
"hopin you sophisticated motherfuckers hear what i have to say"

Verse two: ice cube

When me and my posse stepped in the house
All the punk-ass niggaz start breakin out
Cause you know, they know whassup
So we started lookin for the bitches with the big butts
Like her, but she keep cryin
"i got a boyfriend" bitch stop lyin
Dumb-ass hooker ain't nuttin but a dyke
Suddenly i see, some niggaz that i don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "whassup?"
The first nigga that i saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin em, and so did e
By that time got rushed by security
Out the door, but we don't quit
Ren said, "let's start some shit!"
I got a shotgun, and here's the plot
Takin niggaz out with a flurry of buckshots
Boom boom boom, yeah i was gunnin
And then you look, all you see is niggaz runnin
And fallin and yellin and pushin and screamin
And cussin, i stepped back, and i kept bustin
And then i realized it's time for me to go
So i stopped, jumped in the vehicle
It's like this, because of that who-ride
N.w.a. is wanted for a homicide
Cause i'm the type of nigga that's built to last
Fuck wit me, i'll put my foot in your ass
See i don't give a fuck, cause i keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin?

Chorus:

Gangsta, gangsta! that's what they're yellin
"it's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - krs one
Gangsta, gangsta! that's what they're yellin
"he'll tell you exactly how he feel, and don't want a fuckin thing back"

Verse three: ice cube

Homies all standin around, just hangin
Some dope-dealin, some gang-bangin
We decide to roll and we deep
See a nigga on dayton's and we creep
Real slow, and before you know
I had my shotgun pointed in the window
He got scared, and hit the gas
Right then, i knew i has to smoke his ass
He kept rollin, i jumped in the bucket
We couldn't catch him, so i said fuck it
Then we headed right back to the fort
Sweatin all the bitches in the biker shorts
We didn't get no play, from the ladies
With six niggaz in a car are you crazy?
She was scared, and it was showin
We all said "fuck you bitch!" and kept goin
To the hood, and we was fin to
Find somethin else to get into
Like some pussy, or in fact
A bum rush, but we call it rat pack
On a nigga for nuttin at all
Ice cube'll go stupid when i'm full of eight ball
I might stumble, but i won't lose
Now i'm dressed in the county blues
Cause i'm the type of nigga that's built to last
If you fuck wit me, i'll put my foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck, cause i keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin?

Interlude: ice cube, dr. dre

[wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit]
{man whatcha gonna do now?}
"what we're gonna do right here is go way back"
[how far you goin back?]
"way back"
"as we go a lil somethin like this" - slick rick

Here's a lil gangsta, short in size
A t-shirt and levi's is his only disguise
Built like a tank yet hard to hit
Ice cube and eazy e cold runnin shit

Verse four: eazy e, mc ren

Well i'm eazy e the one they're talkin about
Nigga tried to roll the dice and just crapped out
Police tried to roll, so it's time to go
I creeped away real slow and jumped in the six-fo'
Wit the "diamond in the back, sun-roof top"
Diggin the scene with the gangsta lean
Cause i'm the e, i don't slang or bang
I just smoke motherfuckers like it ain't no thang
And all you bitches, you know i'm talkin to you
"we want to fuck you eazy!" i want to fuck you too
Cause you see, i don't really take no shit
[so let me tell you motherfuckers who you're fuckin with]
Cause i'm the type of nigga that's built to last
If you fuck wit me, i'll put my foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck, cause i keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin?

Chorus:

Gangsta, gangsta! that's what they're yellin
"it's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - krs one
Gangsta, gangsta! that's what they're yellin
"he'll fuck up you and yours, and anything that gets in his way"

Gangsta, gangsta! that's what they're yellin
"it's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - krs one
Gangsta, gangsta! that's what they're yellin
"he'll just call you a low-life motherfucker, and talk about your
Funky ways"

(dr. dre)
1,2,3 kick it

(the d.o.c.)
Hey yo, dre, what's going on, man, what's going on
Hey what'cha all gonna do for this last record
No, tell, what'cha all gonna do
Ok, you want me to do the intro, alright

Parental discretion is advised for the moment
While i'm getting candid, now understand it
Ain't too typical in any way, though the pro
On the mic is the d.o. to the c., this is an intro
I know the d.o.c. make ya want to takea valium
So buy a bucket 'cause i'm coming, it's my album
And for the record, meaning my record, check it
Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, i gotta get it
But in the meantime, listen to the rhyme of the dr. dre
Played wit nwa
Yella's on the drum roll, rocking the beat
Hey yo dre, where are you gonna take this shit man

(dr. dre)
Hey yo, let's take it to the street (word up)
Let 'em understand perfection
Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessing
'cause i don't give a fuck about radio play
Observed the english i display
Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred
Scarred from listening to suckers so muthafuking hard
Dope, pumping that so much shit will never falter
Yo, it's dre, so fuck the minor ?(minalta)?
Psycho like no other muthafuka, so
Step to me wrong, g-o for what you n-o
But be warn, never will i leave like a regular
'cause i'm a little better then the regular competitor
I use to see 'em on stage
Earning money like a thief but without a guage
Until i got full of clocking the lane, getting pulled
(they said you was gonna get paid) no, that's bullshit
They like it stylistic
And i enchant the crowd like i'm a misfit
(c-c-c-c) c-c-c-cameras on flashing when i'm in action
A photo or fresh wit a flair for fashion
Pure simplicity, see it's elementary
To hear one of the hardest muthafukers this century
Try to comprise a word to the wise
And the guys, parental discretion is advised

(mc ren)
Ren is most extremely high performance
The black hat 'cause i worn this 'cause it's like enormous
Some shit, i don't take it, not even in a toliet
And shit from a sucker, put in a pot and i'll boil it
Turn up the pilot as it burns
And maybe, the muthafukers will learn
I'm not a sub 'cause i speak sensible
Not consider a prince 'cause i'm a principal
I'm engineering the shit that you're hearing
'cause when it comes to power, i'm power steering
Silly you say, i say you silly when you're say it
Rushing to the eject to put my shit in and play it
It's like apollo but i'm not an amateur
And i'm not giving a fuck while i'm damaging ya
It's for the record so ren's lyrics, i'm gonna spin it
And if there was a trophy involved, i'll win it
Possession is mine and i'm the holder
'cause a nigga like ren don't give a fuck 'cause i'm older
So for you to step off would be wise
And say fuck it, parental discretion is advised

(ice cube)
I be what is known as a bandit
You gotta hand it to me when you truely understand it
'cause if you fail to see, read it in brail
Would it still be funky, so what's next is the flex
Of a genius, mirander stutter stepping, if you seen this
Dope, you hope that i don't really mean this
But it play, making greater high top fade
It's not my trademark when i get loose in the dark
You guess it was a test of a different style
It's just another muthafuker on the pile
Driving your ass with the floor of your tongue
You hung yourself short, be after knowledge was brung
To your attention by the hardest muthafuking artist
That is know for lenching any sucker in a minute
Stagger 'em all
When i start flowing like niagra falls
Ice cube is a quick to rip shit in a battle
Move like a snake when i'm mad and then my tail rattle
I get low on a flow so let your kids know
When i bust, parental discretion is a must

(eazy-e)
Little did they know that i would be arriving
And then surprising, rocking it from where i been
But it's the e here to take no mistake
To be made in a trade where funky ass records are being played
Fuck the regular, yo, i get better, the
Bitches wanna trick and go stupid for the dick
So i get 'em hot thinking they're gonna get it
As they sit, rubbing their legs like a cricket
To you it may be funny
But there's no type of some beef without money
So slip the c-note and you can choke
On a wind ding ding-a-ling down your throat
Foreplay to me ain't shit
When you spread them, i'm ready, then you can get the dick
Of the eaze, if you can deal wit the size
But if you can't, parental discretion's advise...

Shut the fuck up