[Intro: Kurupt & (Daz)]
Yeah, give it up!
Dogg Pound Gangstaz — Kurupt and Daz
We all about nothin' but bitches, money and cash
You talk shit, we just might blast
(Dat N***a Daz back in yo' ass once more)
(Fuckin' it up like you know...)
Always talkin' shit, well, here we have
Another situation, where we gotta mash
These n***as know n***a where we at

[Verse 1: Daz]
If I did it.. then I done it.. then a battle just started
And I'm gunnin' for n***as who ain't down who I ride fo'
Dat N***a Daz, Kurupt, Dogg Pound, Death Row
Here we go, Blood or Crip, it don't matter
I blast and outcast those who separate me from my goals
Without a doubt, kill 'em and turn 'em out
Notice the way that I shake, rattle and roll
And like your mama cryin', enthusiastic as two 9s
Kaboom! We mash to the extreme as a team
Scope you out and cut you down like a guillotine
I hung a string of MC's who thought foolishness
Schoolin' this whole rap game, we rulin' this
We doin' this, pursuin' this major
Stackin' major paper, with my Dogg street behavior
I caved ya chest in, bruised ya ribs with a blow of skills
Like Tyson, knockin' your ass out like Bruno
You know I bring death towards your whole fuckin' camp
Get in your skin, kill anything that lives
Sho'nuff, I never thought that your ass could come rough
Call your bluff, comin' with skills to smash your stuff
You know it's hardcore, you know it's raw
You know it's hardcore, I'll break your jaw
Too many times, with rhymes I combine and blow minds
With the ways I design too many fuckin' times
[Verse 2: Kurupt]
Hey Daz, the author of authentics (That's me)
When I was young, I played games with skirt
Hide and go get it 'til I was laced in a clinic (Ah-ha)
Learned quick to always keep a leash and hat on my dick (Slow down)
I know you're trippin' off me and what play I threw
But I ain't trippin' off you and what you say I do
It's time for war, man, they all runnin' again
Empty clip, reload, start gunnin' again
I remember, "Kurupt, you'll never get that far"
No matter who you are, I found you can shine like stars
I used patience and the planet in my sight
To the corner of deuce-five where it's lot like life
I'm put in a position where I thinks
And I'm 'bout to beat MC's purple, blue and pink
Take what's yours (Yours)
Break down your doors (Doors)
Hardcore radical, rough and raw
When you come talkin' what you talk (Talk)
It's me, I'm 'bout stalk and I rock it from L.A. to New York
On to the city of Phil' where all my n***as at, keepin' it real
All we in sharin' here to the South to the East to the North
Kurupt grabbin' it, about to rip it off
I rocks the West, so tell me who rocks the best?
I rocks the spot without Glocks and homicidal shots
I leave the scene like a quake 'cause I leave 'em shakin'
They all shake, tryin' to take the money that I make
You'll never get past three rounds
Three rhymes, three MC's in three towns
I came to put it down
And lay all three of these motherfuckers down on the ground now
[Chorus: Daz & (Kurupt)]
(You know, it's me in your world, Daz)
It's about the bitches (Nah, it's about the cash)
Move quick (Move fast)
The real again (Leave a motherfucker stranded like Gilligan)
Kill and I kill again!
I got money on my mind
(Posted at the Palms)
Sittin' in my room with a pad (Writin' rhymes)
(Dimes on the nickels) Nickels on the dimes
(To quarters) Thousands (To million dollar bonds)
(You know, it's me in your world, Daz)
It's about the bitches (Nah, it's about the cash)
Move quick (Move fast)
The real again (Leave a motherfucker stranded like Gilligan)
Kill and I kill again!
I got money on my mind
Sittin' in my room with a pad (Writin' rhymes)
(Dimes on the nickels) Nickels on the dimes
(To quarters) Thousands (To million dollar bonds)

[Verse 3: The Lady of Rage]
Miss Afro Puff, step up on the cut
It's like ten-hut when I struts my big bad stuff
Now, believe it or not, I rip the alien MC's like Ripley's
Sip tea 'cause I'm ice
Nothin' nice on you mutts or you mice
Beware of the bark and beware of the bite
Spark off on the mic, champion MC
Hittin' harder than Jack Dempsey on sensi
So, if you step into my ring
I'll be on that wack ass before the bell goes ding
So, roll with the punches
I crunch MC's like crunches, sit-ups, I, I got shit lit up
As we speak, n***as sweatin' my technique
They can't compete, I'm too sweet
In fact, I'm magnifique
That got a sensual appetite for eatin' rappers outta sheer delight
Fear no mic or no man — look ma, no hands, damn!
Look at these wannabes
They get broke down to their hands and knees
With speed, with ease, I can make 'em all freeze
I'm strictly about them skills on the realer
Strictly 'bout this motherfuckin' MC cold killer
Who, speaks with expertise, and any heifer want beef
I'll be that A-1 sauce, on your lips like gloss
I eat suckers as my entrée, Rage got the bombay
I gets total wreck and I ain't playin' with a full deck
It's just this Ace in your face, kicks from Earth to outer space
Give me space, room to breathe
Roll up my sleeves, it's a breeze
I'm blowin' up the spot like infrared dots on your knot
Your noggin, lyrical murderer or Rockin' Robin
I'll be dishin' out that pudding while you suckers pussyfootin'
Be actin', but I ain't got time for theatrics
My grooves be crushin'
Shitty MC's I be flushin' down the commode as I explode
Cock back and reload
Ride the beat until they say "Whoa!"
And they tell me, "Mama, don't hurt me no more"
I'm strictly 'bout them skills on the real'a
Strictly 'bout this motherfuckin' MC cold killer
And that's it