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Y'all know me, still the same OG But I been low-key Hated on by most these niggas With no cheese, no deals, and no G's 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 Hangin' up in the office in back of my house Like trophies Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Hoe, 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 The Snoop D-O-double-G's and the group that said "Motherfuck the 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 doin' too good Who's the Doctor they told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop Or The Firm flopped, y'all are the reason That Dre ain't been gettin' no sleep So fuck y'all, all of y'all! If y'all don't like me, blow me! Y'all are gon' keep fuckin' around with me And turn me back to the old me Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin' to say, but nothin' comes out When they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin' to say, but nothin' comes out When they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre So what do you say to somebody you hate (what?) Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way? Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup) Just study a tape of N.W.A. One day, I was walkin' by with a Walkman on When I caught a guy Gave me an awkward eye ('chu lookin' at?) And strangled him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge When I'm drunk as fuck right next to a Humongous truck in a two-car garage Hoppin' out with two broken legs Tryna walk it off "Fuck you too, bitch, call the cops, I'ma kill you And them loud-ass motherfuckin' barkin' dogs" And when the cops came through Me and Dre stood next to a burnt-down house With a can full of gas and a handful of matches And still weren't found out (right here) So from here on out, it's the Chronic II Startin' today and tomorrow's anew And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death With a Charleston Chew Chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady Hotter than a set of twin babies In a Mercedes-Benz with the windows up When the temp goes up to the mid-80s Callin' men "Ladies" Sorry Doc, but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's okay, go with him, Hailie (Dada?) Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin' to say, but nothin' comes out When they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin' to say, but nothin' comes out When they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre If it was up to me, you motherfuckers'd stop Comin' up to me with your hands out, lookin' up to me Like you want somethin' free, when my last CD was out You wasn't bumpin' 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 (C-Compton, Compton) I told 'em all, all 'em little gangstas Who you think helped mold 'em all? Now you wanna run around talkin' 'bout guns like I ain't got none What, you think I sold 'em all? 'Cause I stay well off? Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin', "Dre fell off" What? 'Cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad Tryna get this damn label off? I ain't havin' that, this is the millennium of Aftermath It ain't gon' be nothin' 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 While you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin' to say, but nothin' comes out When they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin' to say, but nothin' comes out When they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin' to say, but nothin' comes out When they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre ย
Lyrics meaning The lyrics present a speaker defending his reputation and success against critics who say he has lost relevance. He recalls earlier achievements, complains that people now seek his help or money, and insists he still has skill and power. The repeated chorus turns this complaint into a challenge: people talk as if they know his work, yet behave as though they have forgotten him. The mood is boastful, angry, and deliberately provocative.
Several expressions are figurative or informal. โLow-keyโ means quietly or without drawing attention, while โfell offโ means became less successful or popular. โIn the labโ refers to working in a studio, not a scientific laboratory. The image of โa wall full of plaquesโ suggests awards and records of success. The song also uses extreme, comic threats and absurd comparisons to create a wild, exaggerated persona; they are part of its aggressive performance rather than a calm account of events.
The lyrics combine two voices: one emphasizes professional pride and frustration with the music business, while another adopts a shocking, chaotic style. Their contrast makes the song feel both like a defense of a respected figure and a display of unruly energy. The claims about influence and disrespect are presented from the speakersโ perspective, so listeners need not treat every boast or accusation as literal fact.