Doe Rae Me lyrics

[Intro: Eminem & Hailie]
Hailie, what do you wanna be when you grow up, baby?
I don't know, but I don't wanna grow up to be like Ja Rule's little dirty-ass kids
Aha
Yeah
C'mon
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
Hailie (What?), come here, baby! Bring Daddy his Oscar! (Okay)
We're gonna shove it up Ja Rule's ass

[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]
I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple
I'm quick to murder ink with lead
And I ain't talkin' 'bout a pencil
Look at what the f*ck you done got into
I see you found your niche, you just a b*tch with a menstrual
Claimin' you a murderer, and you spelt it wrong
You put E before the D because that's all you on
You on Pac's di*k (b*tch), you a replica guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (For real)
All you do is cry, b*tch, keep it real
Life is more than imitatin' n*ggas and eatin' pills (Ha)
And what kind of motherf*cker ruins three deals
That another n*gga got you? They didn't see skills
And I ain't playin', you a brother gettin' cheated
And Ja Rule be prayin' on his cover, ‘cause he need it
And all you n*ggas hatin', shut your mouths
It's just that real n*ggas ain't buyin' that sh*t y'all put out
[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
Doe-Re-Mi, but we don't sing, muhf*ckas
So Murder Inc, do your thing, muhf*ckas
You unleashed on a team
Who expects nothin' less than R&B coming from that regime
"Regime" is a little extreme
Neck and neck with soldiers, muhf*ckin' Marines
Ja sold his soul to sing
Weave eye-witness team on the TV screen, chase the greed
Now that you've embraced the green
Don't f*ck with the triple beams
You's a motherf*ckin' actor, slash Pac impersonating rapper
Slash Billie Holiday–how it happen?
Artist and repertoire saw him in action
Pac assassination, Def Jam grabbed him
Told him, "Reenact him, you go platinum!"
They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur
Don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reenactin' her boy
So I'm click-clackin' this toy, mash and destroy
Shady slash Aftermath and Detroit, motherf*cker
Yeah!

[Chorus: Eminem]
Do-re-mi, fa-so-la-ti-da (Yeah!)
Don't blame me ‘cause your washed up, lost your spot (Your reign is over)
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa (Ha)
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac (Ja, come out the rain)
Don't hate me, 'cause I'm hot and you're not (It's not me your [?] [?] [?])
Goin' at me, is the only shot you got
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
You'll get popped poppin' all that sh*t you pop
(Kuniva!)
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Now, we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugs
To the grievance and the crying and the intimate hugs
We don't take you serious, n*gga, you shook
You half of a half-way crook, get off X di*k, go sing a hook, n*gga
And you can't replace the late great one
And when you gone, you only gon' be the late fake one
n*gga, please stick to the script
Before the guns, stick to the clip
And Benzino, you ain't sh*t but a b*tch (b*tch)
f*ckin' old-ass, ignorant, innocent-lookin' senior citizen
Built up, slap you like Grimace, all sensitive
Wait a minute, hold on:
Is it me, or do he look like a banana with braids and clothes on?
A b*tch-made man; now, how you gonna connect
With them short ass arms, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
You n*ggas can scream, holler and curse
Go ahead, respond and pull that pen and pad up outta your purse

[Verse 4: Proof]
Slim didn't send Proof to get at the wankstas
He told me to let loose and spit at the gangstas
What up, Gotti? And this little war you pushed on
Put your ear to the ground for Stuckey and Bush Stones
What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real n*ggas?
Roll like a boss in the streets, they still feel us
It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept
You talking nonsense to walking bomb threats
Contact was blown by Benzetta in The Source
Threaten at the boss, you gon' see me on your porch
Now Irv got the nerve to try to serve on us
But Detroit n*ggas early and ain't scurred to bust
[Verse 5: Kon Artist]
Word to my n*gga Bugz, punks like you get beat up
Stomped unconscious and smacked with the heater
This rap cookie monster get jabbed in the tonsils with di*ks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina
Who's behind ya? Cadillac Pac or that transvestite
That dress like a Lil Kim fox?
You're just like a little windbox
When I press tight on the trigger of this Glock
Now, swallow that little sh*t you got left to help you eat
You knock Pac's songs without love will help you sleep
You got shot in your video tryna mock Pac
You Mockaveli, get your own identity!
Yeah

[Chorus: Eminem]
Doe-rae-me, fa-so-la-ti-da (Don't you never say my little girl's name in a song again)
Don't blame me ‘cause your washed up, lost your spot
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa (f*ckin' punk-pus*y b*tch!)
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac (I'll f*ck you up, boy!)
Don't hate me, (Never!) 'cause I'm hot and you're not (Don't you never in your motherf*ckin' life)
Goin' at me, is the only shot you got (Choke the sh*t out you, you little motherf*ckin' midget)
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
You'll get popped poppin' all that sh*t you pop (Hailie'll whip your motherf*ckin' ass)

[Outro: Obie Trice]
Yeah!
That's right, motherf*ckers
Shady Records, what you know about it?
f*ck Benzino!
f*ck Ja Rule!
n*gga
This Obie Trice right here talkin' to you motherf*ckers
Ja Rule punk ass
Yeah
f*ckin' Soul 4 Real ass
n*gga, that's Soul 4 Rea-
That's the n*gga from Soul 4 Real!
Candy Rain-ass n*gga, he got a deal, now he rappin'
You don't know what's
Faggot-ass motherf*ckers
Get money to all my real n*ggas, man
Obie Trice
D12
G-Unit
50 Cent
Hailie Jade
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

[Outro: Hailie and Eminem]
Daddy, is Ja Rule taller than me?
No, honey, you, guys, are the same size
Ha-ha-ha-ha