The Documentary

[Intro: Livin' tha Life]

Bitch, I want my motherfuckin' money back

You only gave me five dollars

I gave you twenty motherfuckin' dollars

No, you didn't, you only gave me five dollars

No, I gave you twenty and I ain't gon' sit here and argue with your flat-ass face, homegirl

This is America

You know, that's the thing about you motherfuckers

Go home

I ain't leavin' nowhere 'til I get my motherfuckin' change

I will blow this motherfucker up if I don't get my motherfuckin' change

*Speaking Japanese*

*Mocking Japanese*, I want my motherfuckin' change

[Verse 1: The Game & Dr. Dre]

What happened in hip-hop that got Pac and Big shot?

The thicks blocks, now every rapper claim he let his clip pop

But even myself tote a gun, and know to run than get shot

I've been there before, now I'm fuckin' with Doc

(Gotta do them Calvin Broadus numbers)

If not, I pitch rocks, anticipatin' my incarceration

Media think I'm fakin' like Mason, but when it comes to mace

Fuck R. Kelly, I don't take it in the face

I find out who sprayed it, and I'm puttin' you under the pavement

No Buddhist priest, Catholic, or Baptist pastor can save him

I'm far from religious, but I got beliefs

So I put canary yellow diamonds in my Jesus piece

I came back from the dead without a part of my chest

Laid in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest

I waited for three years while everybody else dropped

Now I understand why Nas did a song with his pops

[Chorus: The Game & (Dr. Dre)]

I'm Ready To Die without a Reasonable Doubt

Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle before I go out

Until they sign my Death Certificate, All Eyez On Me

I'm still at it, Illmatic, and that's The Documentary

Ready To Die without a Reasonable Doubt

Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle before I go out

Until they sign my Death Certificate, All Eyez On Me

I'm still at it, Illmatic, and that's The Documentary (Documentary)

[Verse 2: The Game]

If I die my niggas

Fuck it, I did a song with Mary Blige, my niggas

Got a hook from Faith, no verse from Jay

I guess on Westside Story he thought I spit in his face

Told Ed Lover and Moni Love I was talkin' to Ja

With that Maybach line, it was payback time

Keep fuckin' with me nigga, I'll put you under me

Take your car and trade it in for eight 300 Z's

If you cross my T, I'll dot your eyes

You'll do life in a cemetery, I'll do mine with Shyne

Come home, sit in the throne with my legs crossed

And my Air Forces, middle finger up, fuck the world

'Cause I'm feelin' like Puff when Life After Death hit

Mo' money, mo' problems, and I lost my best friend

I'm the second dopest nigga from Compton you'll ever hear

The first nigga only put out albums every seven years, haha

[Interlude: Ed Lover & The Game]

You know what, speaking of Jay

That just makes me roll down

Now your song Westside Story

Uh-oh

You got a line that says

"I don't wear throwbacks, or drive 'round in Maybachs"

Is that a shot at Jay?

Nah, I was talkin' 'bout Ja Rule

Yeah, so, I mean, I just-I-I got a lot of respect for Jay

You know what I'm sayin'?

I never take shots at legends

I just, that's just somethin' I don't do

[Verse 3: The Game & Busta Rhymes]

Let me tell you why I do this shit

I'm a son of a gun 'cause moms was a Hoover Crip

First day I got signed, I had to prove I spit

Freestyle with Busta Rhymes (Son, duke is sick)

The protégé of Doc Dre, I could finally put the shoes on

Now that the rumors of Rakim and Cube gone

They say truth hurts, sunk like quicksand

Don't stop me in traffic and ask about Hittman

I gotta restore the feelin' that crawled from under the rock

After Tha Dogg Pound crushed the buildings

I got a family to feed, I'm the middle of nine children

We can talk about a loan after I sell 5 million

If I tell you I ain't Game and I don't know Dre

You goin' do me like Xzibit and cut half my face?

I take all the credit for puttin' the West back on the map

If you ain't feelin' that, guess I'm Guerrilla Black

[Chorus: The Game & (Dr. Dre)]

I'm Ready To Die without a Reasonable Doubt

Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle before I go out

Until they sign my Death Certificate, All Eyez On Me

I'm still at it, Illmatic, and that's The Documentary

Ready To Die without a Reasonable Doubt

Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle before I go out

Until they sign my Death Certificate, All Eyez On Me

I'm still at it, Illmatic, and that's The Documentary (Documentary)