[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Yeah
Yo, let's bring it
[Hook: Eminem]
What you gonna do when sh** hits the fan?
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
Will you be as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?
I said "What you gonna do when sh** hits the fan?"
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
And show us you're as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
n***as is so gangsta, n***as is thugs
n***as'll spend their whole life peddling d**
Slanging dope in hopes of one day being able
To own their own label and give the game up
Some n***as came up, some just didn't
That's just the way it is, if it ain't meant it, it just isn't
Some n***as'll get money and pay n***as to back em
So they can act up, feel comfortable, and rap tough
And that's a** backwards, cause them n***as just gone keep coming back
And that's when extortion happens
You struggle to get free, I know how this sh** be
You deal with anything to live legitimately
But you gone find if you do get in this industry
It's best to be business with me than against me
n***as get behind mics and ain't even emcees
n***as get on MTV just to diss me
This sh** don't even piss me off
I'm laughing all the way to the bank
Watching the satellite from ma Bentley
And you n***as don't even got a car
You're so far under my radar
I don't even know who the f** you are
To tell you to s** my dick while I'm pissing
I don't even listen to your sh** to know who the f** I'm dissing
And media just feeds into these feuds
Trying to add fuel to the fire
This little n***a Ja Rule talking bout he's gonna slap me
n***a please, you gotta jump and swing up to hit me in the knees
I laugh at these magazines when they interview him
All they doing is making fake threats to us through them
And p**y you're not Pac, I knew him
Pac was a real n***a, you're just a f**ing insult to em
It's too bad we had to fallout before he pa**ed
If he could see this sh** now, he'd be whooping your a**
You're talking to a pioneer who engineered this sh** for 19 years
Who you got in your ear? I don't even gotta say it, the fans know
Quit trying to be tough, n***a, you look like an a**hole
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
They say why don't we increase the peace
The only piece increased is that which deletes your peeps
Cause n***as run mouths but they don't run streets
Till that 45 will cease the speech
Yeah, it's a shame how the beef'll creep
Could've reached the peak, now you're left with a horrible leak
I'm trying to be as bleak with my speech as possible
Just in case a n***a trying to throw me an obstacle
n***a, I'm not boxing you, I'm hospitable
I put you in a hospital, that's how I get at you
Let the Doc op on you, he don't rid you?
You back on the streets, I send another hit at you
This is not a hypocritical issue
I will critical condition your tissue
Give a f** if all ten of them with you
I throw an extra ten of them missiles
Turn gangstas into gentlemen, vicko
And ever since Eminem dissed you
I swear I see the woman and b**h in you
All this bickering back and forth over who signs who
Curtis pulled your skirt up, n***a, you got murdered
Now take it like a man and shake it off, damn!
And quit telling all these magazines your plans
How you gone slap up my mans, you're fictitious
n***a, we'll send Stan to come murder your b**hes
[Hook]
[Outro: Obie Trice]
Hahahahahaha
Yeah, yeah
Go out behind all the gangstas you want, n***a
Matter fact, go get every gangsta from every hood
In the United States of America to back you, n***a
Ain't nobody rap wit you
You can't see that?
You fell off, n***a
Hahahahahaha
Damn, damn
Shady slash Aftermath, motherf**er
2003 to infinity!
Yeah!