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Dr. Dre Fuk Wit Dre Day
If you happened to load up your favorite digital streaming platform today, you might have been met with a pleasant surprise — the iconic mug of one Dr. Dre, circa 1992, staring back at you. At long last, The Chronic has finally made the transition to all major platforms, which means a brand new audience will be able to discover one of hip-hop’s timeless classics for the first time — and on 4/20, at that. In honor of the momentous occasion, it seems only fitting to celebrate with a throwback tune, the enduring and iconic “Fu*k Wit Dre Day.”
The Dre and Snoop Dogg duet proved to be a rare double threat, a scathing diss track that also happened to double as a club banger. In truth, it’s quite possibly difficult for both rappers to revisit this one, given that Dre has since made peace with his former N.W.A. groupmate. Still, the utterly scathing manner with such the Death Row duo proceeded to lay down the law made for a delightfully villainous banger. Taking to a hard-hitting and sinister G-funk arrangement, Dre and Snoop let fly confident assertions of dominance befitting of Death Row’s notorious reputation.
If anything, “Dre Day” was an instant reminder that the Good Doctor wasn’t about to let NWA’s breakup derail his trajectory. If not for anything, it only fanned the creative flames further. While there are plenty of classic tracks to enjoy on The Chronic, there’s something undeniably special about this one — even today, you’d be hard-pressed to find a more badass anthem.
Dr. Dre – Fu*k Wit Dre Day (ft. Jewell, RBX & Snoop Dogg) (prod. Dr. Dre)
Lyrics
[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Hah, yeah
Hell yeah
Hah, know what I’m saying?
Yeah
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
Mista Busta, where the fuck you at?
Can’t scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
Your dick on hard from fuckin’ your road dogs
The hoods you threw up with, niggas you grew up with
Don’t even respect your ass
That’s why it’s time for the doctor to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homie, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out ya mouth
Make ya bow down to the Row
Fuckin’ me, now I’m fuckin’ you, lil’ ho
Oh, don’t think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah, it’s me so I’ma talk on
Stomping on the easiest streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back ’cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud and stay low-key
B.G., ’cause you lost all your homie’s love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked with me, now it’s a must that I fuck with you
[Interlude: RBX]
You better raise up
Yeah, that’s what the fuck I’m talkin’ about
We have your mothafuckin’ record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You know what I’m sayin’? Punk motherfucker
We want Eazy! We want Eazy! We want Eazy!
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg’s in the motherfuckin’ house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row’s in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
Play with my bone, would ya Timmy?
It seems like you’re good for making jokes about your jimmy
Well, here’s a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was a ‘Frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, I’m talking about you and me
Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T
Your bark was loud but your bite wasn’t vicious
And them rhymes you were kickin’ were quite bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg? “Oh, is he crazy?”
With your mama and your daddy hollering “Baby!”
So won’t they let you know
That if you fuck with Dre, nigga, you’re fuckin’ wit Death Row
And I ain’t even swangin’ them thangs
I’m hollerin’ 187 with my dick in your mouth, biatch
[Interlude: RBX]
Yeah, nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit, get your motherfuckin’ cranium cracked, nigga, step on up
Now, we ain’t no motherfuckin’ joke, so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R
Yeah, motherfucker (The shit done hit the fan)
[Verse 3: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg]
Now understand this, my nigga Dre can’t be touched
Luke’s bending over so Luke’s getting fucked, buster
Must’ve thought I was sleazy
Or thought I was a mark ’cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity made you speak what you spoke (Yeah)
Ayo, Dre (What up?) Chip this nigga off, loc
If it ain’t another ho that I gots to fuck with
Gap teeth in your mouth so my dick’s gots to fit
With my nuts on your tonsils
While you’re on stage rappin’ at your wack-ass concert
And I’ma snatch your ass from the backside
And show you how Death Row pull off that who-ride
Now you might not understand me
‘Cause I’ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
Then we gonna creep to South Central
On a street knowledge mission as I steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat
You tryna check my homie, you best check yourself
‘Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker (Yeah, nigga)
[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
So I don’t want no dilapidated, two-faced, pigeon-toed, bow-legged, cross-eyed son of a gun fuckin’ with me (Fuckin’ with me)
Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre droppin’ chronic once again
It don’t stop
Punishin’ punk motherfuckers real quick-like
Compton style, nigga
Doggy Dogg’s in the motherfuckin’ house
Yeah, Long Beach is in the motherfuckin’ house
Yeah, yeah, straight up
Really, though
Breaking all them suckas off something real proper-like
You know what I’m sayin’?
All them sucka-ass niggas can eat a fat dick
Yeah, Eazy-E, Eazy-E, Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
Luke can eat a fat dick
Yeah (Yeah)
