[Intro: Dr. Dre + Laylaw]
Yo, what’s up, n***as and niggettes?
N.W.A is back in this motherfucker
And this is only the single
Wait until the motherfucking album comes out
We gone have some more of that good shit
The shit you just can’t fuck with
But yo, we ain’t finished, tell 'em what’s up man
Yo man, there’s a gang of motherfuckers out there on the dick, man
In every motherfuckin' state
Wanna be like, wanna look like, wanna act like
Wanna dress like, wanna sound like motherfuckin' style stealin'
Clone ass N.W.A bitin' ass motherfuckin' everywhere man
Non-reality seein', non-reality feelin'
Non-reality livin' ass motherfuckers man
Hey, I don’t know, reality, it’s important to me, man
So fellas man, tell these n***as what it’s like in the minds of real n***as

[Verse 1: MC Ren]
Prisoner like a hostage
Yo, you should of covered your motherfucking head like an ostrich
Deep in the dirt 'cause you's a sucker
And your ass up high so I can kick the motherfucker
Don’t try to hang, you best avoid
'Cause my foot'll be so far up your ass you’ll get hemorrhoids
Before you try to fuck wit' Ren
I'll put two in your ass and you'll be shitting a size 10
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
First come, first serve, whoever's got the nerve
Step up and get what you deserve
From the word of a motherfucking hip-hop maniac
Brainiac, so what you oughta do is step the fuck back
Now how the fuck you think a rap will last?
Wit your ass saying shit that is said in the past
Yo, be original, your shit is sloppy
Get off the dick you motherfucking carbon copy

[Verse 3: MC Ren]
Falling deep in the drums so many of styles
Is one of the reasons a n***a ran a hundred miles
Cheating and now beating, the crowd I kept seating
But weak motherfuckers biting off and they kept eating
Styles that kept them full of bull
'Cause the vocals were local in nightclubs and not getting paid in full
They got the nerve to cuss
Only reason n***as pick up your record is 'cause they thought it was us

[Verse 4: Dr. Dre]
Yo, giving what I gotta give, doing what I gotta do
You don't care for me, so who gives a fuck about you?
You can't harm me, alarm me
'Cause we're the generals in this fucking hip-hop army
The n***as wit attitudes if you didn't know
We blow, flow and getting loose slow from the get go, yo
Titles are taken
Yo, fuck this shit, Yella, kick the break in
[Chorus]
It's the real thing
You are now real, real n***as, n***as

[Verse 5: MC Ren]
You can run, but you can’t hide, you know I'ma find ya
'Cause a n***a like Ren's only two steps behind ya
Don’t look back because you're shaking and all scared
A n***a in black can be your scariest nightmare
So sleep wit the lights on, forget that the mic's on
Don't step on my motherfucking stage without Nike's on
Don’t say it’s psycho and then you just might go
Mentally fucked up when I let the right blow

[Verse 6: Dr. Dre]
All these n***as wit the jibber jabber
But couldn't kill a fly wit a motherfucking sledge hammer
Gangstas in black are out there
But only because, yo, it’s the shit that we wear
On my motherfucking dick
But I'ma love it when you drop like a motherfucking brick
So, yo, step off, go to bed, cause if you're mislead
You get a motherfucking bullet in your forehead

[Verse 7: Eazy-E + MC Ren ]
Black, the good, the bad, the ugly, you see
A little streetwise n***a, you know me
Rolling wit' some real n***as playing for keeps
But you motherfuckas know who run the streets
Wit that hardcore hip-hop rap shit
Now how much harder can another n***a get?
Trying to be like us, sound like us, dress like us
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
So n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, n***a, please
Since you're on the dick why don't you drop to your knees
'Cause I'm a motherfucker that's out to kill
Eazy-E, a n***a that's real
[Interlude: DJ Yella]
Real n***as, straight off the streets of Compton
Quick to get in your shit without second thought
And if your ass get smoked, it's my bullet you caught
So if you're talking shit about the n***as in black
Bow down to the Kings in Raider hats

[Verse 8: MC Ren]
They played out, that's what n***as were chanting
One n***a left and they said we ain't having it
People had thought we was finished and then done wit'
But if you think about it, yo, we really ain't done shit
Yet, so cover your ears and wipe your tears
And quit sniffing all over my dick for new ideas
And when the new record comes, I’ll come like a fucking bomb
Asking for fucking money, don't buy you a fucking crumb
You're on the dicks of four n***as not one
And when it comes to dicks, you don't even have one
So brace yourself to make sure you don't get fucked up
'Cause if I let you slide, it’s just 'cause you lucked up
Don’t come in my face again, because I'ma floor ya
And if you're a bitch, I'm a fucking ignore ya
Because my attitude's a little bigger
'Cause MC Ren is one of the real n***as

[Verse 9: Dr. Dre]
Lost in a motherfucking world of madness
Sadness, but Dre is just a n***a that glad there's
Sucka motherfuckers like you, making wack jams
Because it only shows you how dope I am
Never try to ignore us
When I'm expressing, stand still like you're full of rigor mortis
'Cause I'm a real n***a, but I guess you'll figure
You can break me, take me, but watch me pull the trigger
Dre is just a n***a with heart, a n***a that's smart
A n***a that’s paid to say what others are scared to play
We started out wit too much cargo
So I'm glad we got rid of Benedict Arnold
Yo, N.W.A, criticized for what we say
But I'ma do the shit anyway
'Cause I'm the motherfucking doctor, never faking
Yo, Yella, kick the motherfucking break in

[Chorus]
It's the real thing
You are now real, real n***as, n***as
Yeah, motherfuckers, the real thing
You are now real, real n***as, n***as

[Outro: MC Ren]
N.W.A, straight outta motherfucking Compton
Taking over shit in all of the 1990s
Yo, Dr. Dre, DJ Yella, Eazy-E
And I am MC Ren, yo, N.W.A taking over this motherfucker, y'all