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

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

[Chorus: MC Ren]
N***as all the same (All the same)
There's no money make us happy with the fame (with the fame)
N***a, I'll be checking out the game (out the game)
Fuck that, all you bitches know my name (what's my name)
Ugh, these n***as all the same (all the same)
There's no money make us happy with the fame (with the fame)
N***a, I'll be checking out the game (all the game)
Fuck that, all you bitches know my name (what's my motherfucking name)