Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Eminem, Hittman Album: Chronic 2001 Promotional CDs Song: Forgot About Dre (Original Video Edit) Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash, dy_face@yahoo.com * Also the Remix Version, though in the Remix all Skits were simply removed [Dr. Dre] Y'all know me, still the same O.G., but I been low key Hated on by most these niggaz with no cheese, no deals and no Gs No wheels and no keys, no boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Whore please! - you better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the oldies? Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's and D.O.C's, then Snoop D-O-double-G's And the group that said Mother-"Fuck Tha Police" Gave you a tape full of dope beats To bump when you stroll through in your hood And when your album sales wasn't doing too good Who's the Doctor they told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely All you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or The Firm flopped Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep So FUCK Y'ALL, all of y'all; if y'all don't like me - BLOW ME! Y'all are gonna keep fucking around with me and turn me back to the old me [Chorus: Eminem X2] Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre [Eminem] So what do you say to somebody you hate? (What?) Or anyone trying to bring trouble your way? Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (YUP) Then just study your tape of N.W.A.! One day I was walking by, with a Walkman on When I caught a guy, gave me an awkward eye (What you looking at?) And strangled him off in the Parking lot, with his Karl Kanis© [Skit #1: Eminem and some old white Woman] [Woman:] Well uhh.. I know you! [Eminem] Aiy fuck you, you stupid Bitch! [Woman:] This is shame on you, this is.. [Eminem] Just SHUT the fuck up! [Woman:] What you're doing to my lawn.. that's a shame of you.. [Eminem] Fucking bitch, Shut Up [Woman:] I say stop do that to my house, and I ain't embarrass from you Now you and him and your hoodlums, you're ruining my sleep And my baby pie is awaken up because you woke him up You do it always with him, you're miserable guys [News Reporter] We are just in front of the house where a fire broke out In an upscale neighborhood as you can see this lady here.. (My dog, my dog!) (He'll be alright, we'll get your dog) And this gentleman here, he claims that he has seen all happen Can you tell me your name sir? [Skit #2: Eminem] Yeah, all I now is I'm upstairs, and I'm listening to my Will Smith CD And I have seen all these flames going everywhere, you know what I'm saying? Hey, hold on a minute, bitch! - Yo, aiy, hold on a minute Yo, Detroit what! - Detroit what! - Detroit baby! [News Reporter] Okay thank you sir, ..reporting Live, on this channel eight I'm Jane Yamamoto, back to the studio. [Eminem] And when the cops came through, me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still weren't found out (RIGHT HERE) From here on out, it's the Chronic two Starting today and tomorrow's the new And I'm still loco enough, to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew (*Eminem's vocal turntable*) Slim shady - hotter then a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up, when the temp goes up to the mid 80s Calling men ladies; sorry Doc but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's okay, go with him Hailey (Da-da) [Chorus: Eminem] [Dr. Dre] If it was up to me, you motherfuckers would stop coming up to me wit your hands out looking up to me, like you want something free When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me But now that I got this little company Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease But you won't get a crumb from me Cause I'm from the streets of (Compton, Compton ---> MC Ren) I told them all - all them little gangsters Who you think helped mold them all? Now you wanna run around talking bout guns like I ain't got none What you think, I sold them all? - cause I stay well off Now all I get is hate mail all day saying Dre fell off What cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad Trying to get this damn label off? I ain't having that; this is the millennium of Aftermath It ain't gon' be nothing after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap! You can have it back, so where's all the Mad Rappers at? It's like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats, know that I was strapped with gats when you were cuddling a Cabbage Patch [Chorus: Eminem] [Dr. Dre] Who's Next? [Hittman] Coming and stomping, it's Hitt from Bronson In collaboration with Dre from Compton Uhh.. I came to say a little something (Hittman) What? (2000) Hittman at the service Highly intensive tongue talents making all nervous Y'all faking, a four nine with my rhymes on purpose Y'all hating, puffing with Dre, y'all nervous Y'all waiting, anticipating, my arrival's California survivalist Smash on any man rival this Blast on any one who don't ride with Hitt Y'all better buy my shit.. (*Toilet Flushed*) [Dr. Dre] Hittman, 2000