NWA first came on the scene in 1987, and released Straight Outta Compton a year later. The trio became renowned for their hardcore lyrics and their run-ins with the law. When Ice Cube left in 1989, Eazy-E and Dre remained, with Eazy-E as the outstanding rapper and lyricist and Dre as the outstanding producer and music creator, as seen on the 1991 album Efil4zaggin (Niggaz For Life).

Despite NWA's phenomenal success, Dr. Dre left the duo in 1992, and co-founded Death Row Records with Vanilla Ice's ex-publicist, Marion "Suge" Knight. Apparently Dr. Dre felt he was underpaid, especially since 7 out of the 8 albums he produced went platinum. Dr. Dre's first solo release in 1992, The Chronic, was an ode to marijuana (cocaine was out), not to mention a huge success. The multi-platinum album earned a lot of critical acclaim and commercial success, remaining on the Billboard charts for 8 months on the strength of singles like "Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang" and "Dre Day." While Dr. Dre had claimed his name as a premier rapper, Death Row Records was flying high on the success of Snoop Doggy Dogg's four times platinum Doggystyle and the newest gangsta rap star, 2Pac (Dre produced and appeared on Tupac's "California Love").

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Dr. Dre

Yea, yea, yeah, yo, yo let's do this shit,Ha ha, I thought I thaw a puddy tat
Youse a punk-ass nigga,Yo, yea, yo, Death Row's in the motherfuckin houuse
Wreckin shit you know what I'm sayin?, This is Dr. Dre in the motherfuckin houuuse
Yo, I got my homeboys in the houuse, Tha Dogg Pound's definetly in heere, yeayeah
I got my nigga Kurupt ready to wreck some shit, yo, You know what else I got in the house?
Yo, so diggi-Daz step up on that ass, Yeah, guess what's in here?
My home girl Rage, I said my home girl Rage, Yeah, the lyrical motherfuckin murderer's in here
Yo, my nigga Glove behind the boards, Yo, dropping that funky-ass bassline, yeah
You know, you know there's alot of punk-ass niggaz out there
A lot of punk-ass bitches out there, Yo, you wanna write names?
Yo, that nigga Eazy-E, he's a punk-ass bitch, really though, Yo, that nigga Tim M-U-T, he's a punk-ass beatch, beeatch!, Ha ha, you know what I'm sayin?
Oh, oh, oh Luke, I didn't forget about you, beatch!, Really though, yo, Death Row's in the motherfuckin house
Running the 9-3, you know, yeah!, But right about now,
there's a little freestyle session going on, in the studio, We just kickin back gettin fucked up and all
You know, puffin on a few blunts, Drinkin a little bit of that Tanqueray, Tanqueray
Yeah, Tanqueray's definetly in the house, You knowhatI'msayin? Ha ha ha
Cause I'm feelin it baby, I'm feelin it, really though, So-a, right about now, aiyyo Rage
Yo Rage, yo run that shit G

Lady of Rage

All ways and forever, forever and all ways, The rhythm will flow from now and through all days
As long as the sun shines, As long as Eisenhower's on the dime
Yo, I'll be kickin the rhyme, One time for your mind, your soul, your body
D-O-G's on the side of me, smooth as E & J, hard as Bacardi, Smackin those yaddy-yacks and ducks keep quackin
Hands that are clappin, end up cracklin, under the heat, the pressure from the one that's deffer
Egyptian ruler, call me Cleo or Neferttiti, yes indeedi, Got the eyes that are beedie, body from Tahiti
Voice of the wind lyrics, blow, Chills up ya spine that's illslow
All thoughts in ya mind drop in, yo, You came in the front, but you'll be kicked through the back door
for tryin to step, tryin to come incorrect, tryin to play the left, tryin to start a mess
tryin to cause fuss, tryin to raise a ruckus...Huh, You'll end up ashes to ashes, dust to dust
A busta, you musta been fuckin on drugs, and alcohol back off, all a y'all, up against the wall
Spread 'em, Doggs, go get 'em, Hand-cuff 'em and stuff 'em, cold shed 'em, don't let 'em
utter a word, not another one heard, If you try you die, visions blurred, speech slurred
Served with a cherry on top, Rage in effect I just begun to rock
Yeah, rock on witcha bad self (RAGE!), Rock on witcha bad self (RAGE!)
Rock on witcha bad self (RAGE!), Rock on witcha bad self...

Dat Nigga Daz (Kurupt)

Yo..I'm Dat Nigga Daz who packs a tre-8 slug
A true nigga from the hood, and the Pound gives love
You see, niggaz wanna be down but never came around
So back up off my nuts, and stop sweatin the Pound
You see, niggaz get broke off like 1, 2, 3
cause I'm the D-A to the.. (D-A-to the..) D-A- to the Z
Now G'z pay attention to this young ass mack daddy
in a Caddy, had he
not known about the city where the niggaz hang around
So I roll 'em up, and hit 'em up with the motherfuckin Dogg Pound

Kurupt (Dat Nigga Daz)

I'm rough and rugged, and up to do dirt, I'm from the Dogg Pound nigga so I'm puttin in work
I'm no joke, who the fuck you tryin to provoke, (1-8-7) It's cool how his ass got smoked
I don't drink no fuckin V-S-O-P, I drink a motherfuckin' O.G. Olde E
I'm from the click that be kickin the gangsta shit bitch, Real niggaz real G'z wit real big dicks
I hit 'em up with the Pound, so what you wanna throw up, Claimin you're cocaine or cavi when you blow up
Know what? The Pound's in the motherfuckin house, Back again we try to get high as we can
Dr. Dre, be kickin fat rhymes and produce, and kick shit, I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice
Motherfuckers get battered, so scatter before I keep ya, hostage, a nigga has to like the grim reaper
So, I'm comin from my hood, what hood?, You really like to know, wouldn't you, I thought you knew
Motherfucker don't you know I'm stranded on the Row, I take a look into the crowd kick a style a flow
I'm mashin, motherfuckers get murdered for askin, Relax kid, you're rollin wit a fuckin assassin
I last did dirt the other day, Betray, the role of a G, from the D-O double G
P-O-U-N-D, Pound, so bow down motherfuckin marks, The execution starts, when the Chronic gets sparked
I'm like ??, rough and rugged, cause I'm like baldhead(??), Wrecks I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead
What's said is what's said, it's already spoke, The dead is the dead +I Ain't No+ fuckin +Joke+
I murder motherfuckers as a hobby, One of my idols +Ain't No Joke+, so why in the fuck should I be?
Fly me, to the Bahamas, ruff rhymer, drama's, what you're kickin, wicked is how I'm-a
approach ya, the locster, who's quick to up and smoke ya, You're lookin like a smoka, grinnin like the joker
I yolk ya from da back like a bitch talkin shit, Cause a bitch ain't shit, but a ho and trick, on my dick
Flip, lets take a trip to the Dogg Pound, Fools tried to punk me when I was young, but I'm a hog now
and I gets respect and I step wit a tec 9, Ready to put somethin up in that ass so you respect mine
Fool, Death Row ain't +Lynchin+ and the Pound ain't +Mobbin+, We all don't give a fuck, run in your crib and start robbin
Throbbin, I'll break a nigga down in the 90's, Maxin at the Pound wit my doggs is where you'll find me