All the Same lyrics

[Intro: Ant Banks]
Ohh yeah, Oakland and Compton in the house
Where the real riders ride
And all the b*tch-ass-n*ggas fall by the wayside
Cities with no mourn for motherf*cking haters and snitches
Cause somebody told me it was all about money over b*tches

[Verse 1: MC Ren]
These Record companies, they full of dykes like Da Brat
Most b*tches got AIDS; n*gga, better use a hat
All these n*ggas' record deals, they tax write-offs
I can't help these b*tches, try to f*ck I try to fight 'em off
Got a heaven for a gangsters like the n*gga Master P
Where n*ggas trip, judge your b*tches bring that ass to me
These Ren hate n*ggas, got their contracts renewed
Most n*ggas in the game they bit the Chronic they should get sued
By my n*gga Dre and Snoop for a while
n*gga, Ren everywhere, like Puffy and Gille
I'm still that black n*gga, my di*k got bigger
But ain't you b*tches tired of rapping about Glock triggers
And Chronic, see that be them whack n*ggas yelling
That "Gangsta Gangsta" the sh*t still ain't selling
n*gga who you're telling I'm the motherf*cking sh*t?
Ren and Banks with another hit, ugh, ugh!

[Chorus: MC Ren]
n*ggas all the same (All the same)
There's no money make us happy with the fame (with the fame)
n*gga, I'll be checking out the game (out the game)
f*ck that, all you b*tches know my name (what's my name)
Ugh, these n*ggas all the same (all the same)
There's no money make us happy with the fame (with the fame)
n*gga, I'll be checking out the game (all the game)
f*ck that, all you b*tches know my name (what's my motherf*cking name)