(Dr. Dre) nCheck this out, we've come to the last and final recordnThis is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it offa little somethis like nthisnWe got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan the Guitar Manndropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the wholenposse in this muthafucka to rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna dropnAight, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run itnn(Ice Cube)nPicture a nigga that's rawnAmplify his ass and what you see is what's onnMuthafuckas I slaughter, blow em out the waternWord to me, fuck the fathernMy melody is deadly as a pin in a handgrenaden5 seconds before you get playednYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow upnEver see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw upnThen I take advantage, you can't managenTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit upnHit up, Ice Cube tearing shit upnLike a dude you can bet onnCollide like a head onnCollision, stutter steppin is an incisionnOf a nigga saying exactly what I visionnBecause I'm gone, you think I left you allnBut I stay in yo' ass like cholesterolnWhen I blast some solid ass alcatraznAnd if you escape, you better swim fastn'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentallynAnd the capital punishment's the penaltynSitting in the electric chair, grab a holdnPull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explodenOut your skull 'cause being dull on a flownIs an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can gonOff and show off to throw off the lawnTurn, take 10 paces then drawnWhat's left is a muthafucka dead in the alleynIce Cube is the shit on the grand finalenn(Dr. Dre)nYea, yea that was funky but we need the muthafucking villian to speaknSo kick itnn(MC Ren)nThe grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bustnSo let weak muthafuckas turn to dustnIf you're weak it ain't my faultnJust take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of saltnAnd niggas that's biting just to taste menI make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safetynAnd on the dope they caught from the flashnAnd swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplashnGiving him pain 'cause I'm urgentnRearrange the muthafucking face like a surgeonnIt ain't no excuse for the torture delivering nDon't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shiveringnLyrics label wit an X and not a GnI say fuck the police, yo, so now they after menI'm wanted by the law so I stay lownRepresenting the pimp, bitches making my doughnIn a different stage, I must of went on a rampagenMe and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front pagenFor what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriffnAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit in a ?(cell pimp)?nFor what, maybe 'cause I'm RennAnd when they clean up shit, yo, they do it againnSo fuck it, sit back cool and relaxnWhile Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finalenn(Dr. Dre)nYea, y'all know what time it is. Easy muthafucking E is in the house doing ndamagenn(Eazy E)nThe name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'nMass murder muthafukas in a course ofnAn everyday situation where I would stalk bynFuck the car, I do a muthafuking walk-bynEazy-E and the D.O. to the C. andnRun house and there won't be no disagreeingn'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticynThen I'm arrested (For what) assault and batterynNever outdone, only outdoingnLoving the bitches and the hoes boo hooingnWhy 'cause they're addicted to my dicknThe pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped itn(Yea) and never forget when done in bed bynEazy, the name of a Compton hard headnCool but local like loc never broken'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do thisnI don't give a fuck about famenI rather deal wit a number than a muthafuking name (word)nGet me paid and then rapn'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jacknEazy but not that Eazy to deal witnEspecially if you're poppin bullshitnPut the E-A-Z-Y and to the EnExpression of thought on the muthafuking grand finalenn(Dr. Dre)nYea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the muthafuking D.O.C.nThis is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run itnn(The D.O.C.)nSwinging, singing a brand new rapnOn a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back andnIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funnynBut to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making moneynTripping up the man wit the ?(swig tan)? movementnProving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing itnTaking a second for me to blow your mindn'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rocknBut I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formulanIt's rough, I mean it's funky enuff for menAnd you can have a listen after that and this andnD-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permissionnFrom the D.O. to the C., I'm just better thannThe normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker cannEver compete wit the elitenMuch less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feetnNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the roomnOr I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doomnI got raw when I came to CalinNow wit NWA on the muthafuking grand finale