It literally feels like a lifetime ago But I still remember the sh-t like it was just 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 the death But where the f-ck are they now Now that I need them, I don't see none of them All I see is Slim F-ck all you fairweather friends All I need is him F-cking backstabbers When the chips were down, you just laughed at us Now you bout to feel the f-cking wrath of aftermath, faggots You gon' see us in our lab jackets and ask where the f-ck we been? You can kiss my indecisive ass crack maggots and the crackers ass Little cracker 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 leave And I guarantee they'll scream, Dre don't leave us like that man cause...