Intro: Eminem] It is not about lyrics anymore It’s about a hot beat and a catchy hook
[Verse 1: Eminem] If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it, then so be it Cause nowadays these kids just don’t give a shit 'bout lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJs playing them hits "Oh, this my jam, this my shit" We don't know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us And the song's ginormous, the whole formula’s switched Cause we don’t know anymore, what are hits? Is it the beat, is it the rap? Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap? And how do we adapt and get TRL votes When 13-year-olds control the remotes? And Ashley’s got a brand new nose We gotta put some new em-pha-sis on our sa-lyl-la-bles
[Verse 2: Jay-Z] If the emphasis on the compact disc is in the beat Then I’m gon' feature Em and get rich And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range Ro Cause everywhere I go they love the "bling bling" flow Bang bang, look at the way my chain glow The ring on my fing’ cost your man a lot of dough, oh The fuck am I busting my brain for? It's just the way the game go, oh, it takes two to tango You call this a lame flow, you bought the shit I guess you to blame too, I just found an angle No more reality flow I’m tryna time my album dropping with a reality show Cock the Mac-11 in front of Hot 97 And call my publicist tell her we in press Heaven No one gives a shit except some kids Who just got into sex on the internet So you want the chat room or the house in Malibu? Em, your emphasis is on the wrong sa-lyl-la-ble
[Verse 3: Dr. Dre] They said 30's the new 20 Funny, must mean 40's the new 30 Interesting, cause ever since then it's been in a sense An extension for veteran rappers that are better than half Of the shit coming out right now, it's all trash The torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed Jay said it’s his last and 50 and Em Then what? Detox drops, what do we got then? So now our whole camps is running around Scrambling over what to do Gambling every time we put a record out Just looking for that hook (Wait Dre, look!)
[Hook: Eminem] Shorty, I love you and you love me too We were meant to be cause Shorty, you love me and I love you too And I promise I’ll be true to you
[Verse 4: 50 Cent] Go shorty, it's your birthday You made it just in time to hear my wordplay It's the kid that flip flows who used to flip O's And run G for days, you should see how I get hoes I'm international, I get my dick licked round the globe I'm sick right into show, riding on lolo’s Puffing on coco, my bitch in Manolo’s Don’t fuck with the dodo’s, that's slang for dumb hoes I ain’t playing, I ain't got time to joke, joke You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked Loc It's not a game, me B, I ain't playing, beat behind me playin' So you don't hear anyway, you don’t hear what I’m sayin' Me fin-nini-na, Fee-fi-dididee-yay Just give me my check and I’ll be on my way Sunny bunny money and funny You ain't even listening and I just took your money
[Verse 5: Stat Quo] There once was a time everywhere you turned Shady/Aftermath was all you heard But they say 50 sang too much, and Em got soft And they say Dre just fell the fuck off Well, fuck the fuck offs, all y'all eat salt Be mad, we bad fresh up outta the vault, oh! New sa-lyl-la-bles eat ball, you fucks offs Your house, your bitch, I'm getting sucked off East, South, Midwest, even up North Falling victim to wax, spitting, bring out the white chalk All for the gingerbread, we get it and get lost Catch me if you can, I’m running pa