[Intro: Dr. Dre & Laylaw]

Yo, what’s up, niggas and niggettes?

N.W.A. is back in this motherfucker

And this is only the single

Wait until the motherfucking album comes out

We gon' have some more of that good shit

The shit you just can't fuck with

But, yo, we ain’t finished, tell 'em what’s up, man

Yo, man, there’s a gang of motherfuckers out there on the dick, man

In every motherfuckin' state

Wanna be like, wanna look like, wanna act like

Wanna dress like, wanna sound like motherfuckin' style-stealin'

Clone-ass, N.W.A.-bitin'-ass motherfuckin' everywhere, man

Non-reality seein', non-reality feelin'

Non-reality livin'-ass motherfuckers, man

Hey, I don’t know, reality, it’s important to me, man

So fellas, man, tell these niggas what it’s like in the minds of real niggas

[Verse 1: MC Ren]

Prisoner like a hostage

Yo, you should of covered your motherfucking head like an ostrich

Deep in the dirt 'cause you's a sucker

And your ass up high so I can kick the motherfucker

Don’t try to hang, you best avoid

'Cause my foot'll be so far up your ass you’ll get hemorrhoids

Before you try to fuck wit' Ren

I'll put two in your ass and you'll be shitting a size 10

[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]

First come, first serve, whoever's got the nerve

Step up and get what you deserve

From the word of a motherfucking hip-hop maniac

Brainiac, so what you oughta do is step the fuck back

Now how the fuck you think a rap will last?

Wit' your ass saying shit that is said in the past

Yo, be original, your shit is sloppy

Get off the dick you motherfucking carbon copy

[Verse 3: MC Ren]

Falling deep in the drums so many of styles

Is one of the reasons a nigga ran a hundred miles

Cheating and now beating, the crowd I kept seating

But weak motherfuckers biting off and they kept eating

Styles that kept them full of bull

'Cause the vocals were local in nightclubs and not getting paid in full

They got the nerve to cuss

Only reason niggas pick up your record is 'cause they thought it was us

[Verse 4: Dr. Dre]

Yo, giving what I gotta give, doing what I gotta do

You don't care for me, so who gives a fuck about you?

You can't harm me, alarm me

'Cause we're the generals in this fucking hip-hop army

The Niggas Wit' Attitudes, if you didn't know

We blow, flow and getting loose slow from the get go, yo

Titles are taken

Yo, fuck this shit, Yella, kick the break in

[Chorus]

It's the real thing

You are now real, real niggas, niggas

[Verse 5: MC Ren]

You can run, but you can’t hide, you know I'ma find ya

'Cause a nigga like Ren's only two steps behind ya

Don’t look back because you're shaking and all scared

A nigga in black can be your scariest nightmare

So sleep with the lights on, forget that the mic's on

Don't step on my motherfucking stage without Nike's on

Don’t say it’s psycho, and then you just might go

Mentally fucked up when I land a right blow

[Verse 6: Dr. Dre]

All these niggas wit the jibber-jabber

But couldn't kill a fly with a motherfucking sledgehammer

Gangstas in black are out there

But only because, yo, it’s the shit that we wear

On my motherfucking dick

But I'ma love it when you drop like a motherfucking brick

So, yo, step off, go to bed, 'cause if you're mislead

You get a motherfucking bullet in your forehead

[Verse 7: Eazy-E & MC Ren]

Black, the good, the bad, the ugly, you see

A little streetwise nigga, you know me

Rolling with some real niggas, playing for keeps

But you motherfuckas know who run the streets

With that hardcore hip-hop rap shit

Now how much harder can another nigga get?

Tryna be like us, sound like us, dress like us

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

So nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, please

Since you're on the dick, why don't you drop to your knees?

'Cause I'm a motherfucker that's out to kill

Eazy-E, a nigga that's real

[Interlude: DJ Yella]

Real niggas, straight off the streets of Compton

Quick to get in your shit without second thought

And if your ass get smoked, it's my bullet you caught

So if you're talking shit about the niggas in black

Bow down to the Kings in Raider hats

[Verse 8: MC Ren]

They played out, that's what niggas were chanting

One nigga left and they said we ain't happening

People had thought we was finished and then done wit'

But if you think about it, yo, we really ain't done shit

Yet, so cover your ears and wipe your tears

And quit sniffing all over my dick for new ideas

And when the new record comes, I’ll come like a fucking bomb

Asking for fucking money, don't buy you a fucking crumb

You're on the dicks of four niggas, not one

And when it comes to dicks, you don't even have one

So brace yourself to make sure you don't get fucked up

'Cause if I let you slide, it’s just 'cause you lucked up

Don’t come in my face again because I'ma floor ya

And if you're a bitch, I'm a fucking ignore ya

Because my attitude's a little bigger

'Cause MC Ren is one of the real niggas

[Verse 9: Dr. Dre]

Lost in a motherfucking world of madness

Sadness, but Dre is just a nigga that glad there's

Sucka motherfuckers like you, making wack jams

Because it only shows you how dope I am

Never try to ignore us

When I'm expressing, stand still like you're full of rigor mortis

'Cause I'm a real nigga, but I guess you'll figure

You can break me, take me, but watch me pull the trigger

Dre is just a nigga with heart, a nigga that's smart

A nigga that's paid to say what others are scared to play

We started out with too much cargo

So I'm glad we got rid of Benedict Arnold

Yo, N.W.A., criticized for what we say

But I'ma do the shit anyway

'Cause I'm the motherfucking doctor, never faking

Yo, Yella, kick the motherfucking break in

[Chorus]

It's the real thing

You are now real, real niggas, niggas

Yeah, motherfuckers, the real thing

You are now real, real niggas, niggas

[Outro: MC Ren]

N.W.A., Straight Outta motherfucking Compton

Taking over shit in all of the 1990s

Yo, Dr. Dre, DJ Yella, Eazy-E

And I am MC Ren, yo, N.W.A. taking over this motherfucker, y'all