From Ruthless to Death Row (Do We All Part) lyrics

by

​The D.O.C.


[Intro : spoken]
That's f*cked up, yeah yah
Hey!!!
Welcome
To
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
(bee-yatch!)
Check this out
b*tch!
To be a b*tch, you don't necessarily have to have a pus*y in your pants
(True indeed, true indeed)
In fact
Most, if not all, of the b*tches I know (That's right)
Have little peckers, little di*ks
And that's what they are you dig?
A b*tch ain't nothin'
But a muthaf*cka that wanna come up
From another muthaf*cka (in the house)
Hard work
Don't make no sense to these muthaf*ckas
(baby girl) dumbass muthaf*ckas
To make it really really clear to I'mma explain it to ya in a story form
Like this here
Check this out
[Verse 1]
I remember the way it started
Once upon a time
When a n*gga named Dre came, Diggy got signed
Ruthless n*gga, everything was all good
In 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 (damn!)
This is when I found out
"Look at this sh*t!"
You was slippin'
You ain't gonna tip for what that n*gga 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 hell below
Is that the future shock?
Hell, no, it's Death Row
I was all in because of the begin
Then they would say
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 album soared and I got bored
With n*ggas talking sh*t, they came up on a lick
Ain't that a b*tch?
I coulda been the star dude
Or maybe I shoulda stab 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 together
When it's goin' down, n*ggas is in whatever
I went outside for a minute and came back
n*ggas was talkin' crazy like they wanted me to rap
So I did somethin' from the old LP
"Damn! That's that sh*t!"
"That's what a n*gga want to see"
Visit the Windy City and light keys
Rock over 17,000 G's
I recognized game
The sh*t was kinda funny
f*cked-up voice sh*t, n*gga 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-ass, trick-ass b*tch
b*tch
Trick
Trick-ass
La-la-la....
[Samples]
(Once upon a time not long ago...)
(A brother tried to play me like a kid so I dismissed him)
[Knowledge and the talent that my mother had bore with her equals The Formula]
(It's like a message that only I can understand)
[Happiness to me is like a positive cash flow]
[I feel successful when receiving the residual]
[I feel successful when receiving the residual]
(Keepin' it dope as long as I can rock a mansion)
(Remember this forever!) The Doc is
(Keepin' it dope as long as I can rock a mansion)
(Remember this forever!)](2197854) The Doc is
(Keepin' it dope as long as I can rock a mansion)
(Remember this forever!)](2197854) The Doc is
(Keepin' it dope as long as I can rock a mansion)
(Remember this forever!)](2197854) The Doc is
(Keepin' it dope as long as I can rock a mansion)
(Remember this forever!)](2197854)

[Outro]
To all the peoples in the house, po' I'mma let 'em know
I'mma let 'em know, my n*gga
E-R-O-T-I-C
H-L-B
D-O-C
Comin' with the B-O-M-B
Beeyatch!
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