They just say its wack, thye don’t know what dope is. And I don’t know if I was awake or asleep when I wrote this, all I know is you came to me when I was at my lowest. You picked me up, breeding life in me, I owe my life to you. Before the life of me, I dont see why you dont see like I do, but it just dawned on me you lost a son.
See this light in you, it’s dark. let me turn on the lights and brigthen me and lighten you, I dont think you realise what you mean to me, not the slightest clue. 'Cause me and you were like a crew, I was like your sidekick, you gon either wanna fight me when I get off this fucking mic, or you gon hug me. But I’m not an option, theres nothing else I can do 'cause It hurts when I see you struggle.
You come to me with ideas, you say there pieces so I’m puzzled, 'cause the shit I hear is crazy. But your either getting lazy or you don’t believe in you no more, seems like your own opinions, not one you can form.
Can't make a decision keep questioning yourself, second guessing and its almost like your begging for my help.
Everyone at the fucking label, lets tell the truth, you risked your career for me, I know it as well as you. Nobody wanted to fuck with the white boy. Thats why I’m crying in this booth, you saved my life, now maybe its my time to save yours. But I can never repay you what you did for me is way more, but I aint giving up faith and you aint giving up on me. Get up Dre, I’m dying I need you, for fucks sake!
It literally feels like a lifetime ago but I still remember the shit like it was yesterday though. You walked in, yellow jump suit, whole room, cracked jokes.
Once you got inside the booth, told you, like smoke, went through friends, some of them I put on. But they just left, they said was riding to a death. But where the fuck are they now?
Now that I need them I dont see none of them, all I see is Slim, fuck all you fair-weather friends, all I need is him, fucking backstabbers.
When the chips were down you just laughed at us, now you bout to feel the wrath of aftermath, faggots. You gon see us in our lab jackets and ask us where the fuck we been? You can kiss my indecisive ass crack maggots and the crackers ass.
Little crack a jack beat making wack math, backwards producers, I'm back bastards. One more CD and then I’m packing up my bags and as I’m leaving again. I’ll guarantee they scream "Dre don’t leave us like that man" 'cause I'm about to lose my mind, you’ve been gone for so long. I’m running out of time, I need a doctor. Call me a doctor to bring me back to life.