[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Yo B (turn your speakers up man)
Turn your speakers up money!

Yo God! (Yo God?)
Yo I got mad skills
Isn't that money?


[Hook: Snoop Dogg]
New York New York big city of dreams

And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I'm from the Dogg Pound


[Verse 1: Kurupt]
It's the incredible, the lyrical

You can't be me like Niecey, to see me is gonna take a miracle
I'm driving mother$#&@ers hysterical, with a
Touch of this twister, stylistic mixture

What I create pulsates, there is no escape
Annihilate your mental mindstate
Dre labels my vocabulary abusive

I packs more knowledge than Confucius, I'm deadly
Induce you like Medusa, with thoughts to shed
And ^!$$%s throughout this hemisphere, far and near

Prepare, catch me chillin' like the winter
Up against the number one contender, as I enter
Cause I gets heated like friction

Mother$#&@ your whole jurisdiction, react this fact not fiction
Telepathic addiction, to this homicidal recital
Dangerous and vital to all my rivals

Suicidal, brainwaves conveys
To the average mother$#&@er's minds these days
I'm all ready to put work in

Take ten steps and turn to shoot the first ^!$$% smirking
Give a !#@*, what's your name, what you claim
Or why you came, mother$#&@er

Don't explain
Simply, don't tempt me, cause I'm simply
Layin hoes lives empty, the invincible MC


[Hook]
New York New York big city of dreams

And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I'm from the Dogg Pound

Too much, I serve too many people, too much
It's too much, I serve too many people
And when I finish servin ain't gon be no sequel


[Verse 2: Kurupt]
Gimme a couple G's, for every MC, I knocked to his knees

Verbally useless, oh you got the juice? I squeeze you juiceless
The barbaric, versatile, you're no kin to me
So how the $#&@ you inherit my style?

Now, out the clear blue sky, I can't deny
Not a day goes by, don't get high, don't ask why
Tonight's the night for me to rip microphones

Into bits and pieces lyrical telekinesis
Gets me into verbally vindictive
Violent vocabulary bobs to existence

Catch me in the pitch black path
I sit and let the sick thought pass through my mental
Till I hear an instrumental

And detrimental verbals get to spittin
The highest in intellect, try connectin with the written
Now they faced with the forbidden, vocally chosen

To explore new terrain, then remain unseen, throughout the war
Dips like a low-low, with my verbal fo'-fo'
The cocoa complexion MC with the slow flow

Fo sho', I takes it to you from the do'
Mother$#&@er, mentally I go hardco' (you know!)
I disconnect ya, Kurupter, MC to vocally

Void your whole molecular, structure
Catastrophic, mystic as Mixelplix
Hittin MC's like picks the deadliest lyricist


[Hook]

[Kurupt]
We live... tonight I serve two thousand MC's

We live... cause can't none $#&@ with the DPG'z
[Daz]
We live (baby) because tonight I serve two thousand MC's
We live (baby) none can $#&@ with the DPG'z
[Snoop]

DPGC, ba-by
ABC the DPG'z
Ba-by...

[Verse 3: Kurupt]

Eryday, I bust rhymes and recite
In ways that make MC's stop in daylight
I'm the deadliest MC you wanna see on the streets
Invincibility is what makes
Me complete, compete

Nah you can't even fade me
I $#&@, you, your momma, your auntie, and your lady...
*bzzt to static*