Dre:
The motherf**king saga continues...

All of you who don't believe in the real gangsta s**t,
cause when it comes to the real niggaz,
it makes the s**t they're much harder to deal with.

Yeah, above the laws in this motherf**ker,
like Mafia for life, down with the real niggaz 4 life.
Ha-ha, yo sweet-talk, tell 'em what the f**k we're here for...

Well I write ya, USE, Compton, Watts, The Wood,
all across the motherf**king USA.
They know I'm walking through the valley of real niggaz,
I should fear no man on the motherf**king planet, hit me one.
Cause I've been to the mountain top y'all,
and I have been seeing through the eyes of a real nigga.

Yo, what you think about the real niggaz 187?

Yo, they make some of the coooooolest s**t I had never heard,

Yo, when we came, G, I almost gave it up,
to the ruthless motherf**king gangstas.
Fear no man...

...because you're s**t man yourself,
time to put the world at yourself man.
Me not seeing bobba-clot mobbing to see a pussy-clot run,
bob-bob-bob-bob-bob, keep Babylon on the run, see...

Ren:
The real niggaz is back, cause there's to many bulls**t records out,
niggaz beat it for what we put out.
But you don't have to wait no longer,
because the new album is out and the s**t is much stronger.
So many groups made three albums or more,
and their weak-ass s**t is still sitting in the record-store.
They wonder why it never sold,
niggaz rapping since the seventies and still never went gold.
Our first record sold two million copies,
that's because you other motherf**kers are sloppy.
You came out the streets and crossed over,
and after that your career is f**king over.
Because after that you're not around,
so shut the f**k up, and witness the sound of some real niggaz.

Eazy:
Yeah, motherf**ker.
keeping all you busters on the run in ninety-one, kick that s**t Ren.

Ren:
Most niggaz can't understand,
and never will if they ain't part of the ruthless Mafia-clan.
Niggaz is dedicated to the streets,
with hyped f**king lyrics and a dope ass beat.
The songs will never come soft, because I come off,
so don't get in my way or motherf**ker you'll be cut off.
And it's something you can move your lips to,
to wrap around my d**K and suck if it fits you.
And let me now if you wanna ride the D-I-C-K,
all day that's with no play.
Cause ain't no rap group out, that I know,
that makes me wanna listen to the radio.
All I hear is motherf**kers trying to make a comeback with lovesongs,
and that s**t is whack.
And that's why your ass ain't around,
cause you don't have the motherf**king sound of a real nigga.