A Ruthless Life • Eazy-E & Aaliyah

Fuck Wit Dre Day

-Eazy's POV-

It's December 15, 1992 and Dre's bitch ass finally released that album he's been working on for months. It's called The Chronic and of course its released under his label, Death Row Records. I just hope he realizes that I will continue to make money off him so this doesn't faze me. Ren told me to listen to certain tracks. The Intro, Fuck Wit Dre Day, and Bitches Aint Shit. I played the intro first since it's the first song.

As soon as the track started, all I heard was Snoop.

            "So what is the problem? All I hear is Snoop acting a fool," I told Ren.

             "Keep listening," he said.

"and Death Row Records is in full motherfucking effizzect. Oh yeah, p.s: fuck Mr. Roarke and Tattoo a.k.a Jerry and Eazy. Sincerely yours, deeez motherfucking nuuutz! I dont love Eazy! I dont love Jerry! I dont love Ruthless Records! Frankly, I dont love nothing they got to do with! But but but you know what I want you to do for me? Jerry and Eazy, check this shit right here! I want yall to put these bizzalls in your jizzaws and work them like a strizzaw, tell me what you sizzaw! Yeah you know what? You know what? Fuck all yall! Fuck yall! Really though, its Death Row nigga you better ask somebody! You really better ask somebody!

Yeah nigga, you's a penguin lookin muthafucka."

          "Who's he calling a penguin?" I asked.

The next track began to play.

          "This is the one I really want you to hear," he said.

"Mista Busta where the fuck you at? Can't scrap a lick so I know you got ya gat. Your dick on hard from fucking your road dogs. The hoods you threw up with niggas you grew up with don't even respect your ass that's why its time for the doctor to check your ass nigga. Used to be my homie, used to be my ace now I wanna slap the taste out ya mouth. Make ya bow down to the row. Fuckin me now I'm fuckin you little hoe. Oh dont think I forgot. Let you slide let me ride just another homicide...... So strap on your Compton hat, your locs and watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc. And pass the bud and stay low-key B.G cause you lost all your homie's love. Now call it what you want to. You fucked with me, now it's a must that I fuck with you."

I continued to listen to the rest of the track. I see this nigga Snoop wants to be apart of this now. I dont know why his skinny ass wants to diss. I dont know him and he doesn't know me. I guess Dre cant fight his battles on his own. He needs someone to help him fight them. Towards the end of the song, I noticed that I'm not the only person they're dissing.

"All these sucka ass niggas can eat a fat dick. Yeah, Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick. Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick. Luke can eat a fat dick."

         "Play that last track Ren," I said.

"Bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks. Lick on these nuts and suck the dick. Gets the fuck out after you're done and I hops in my car to make a quick run.

I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright. We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night. Tighter than a muthafucka with the gangsta beats and we was balling on the motherfucking Compton streets...... But she was hanging with a white bitch doing the shit she do. Sucking on his dick just to get a buck or two..... Bitch cant hang with the streets, she found herself short. So now she's taking me to court. It's real conversation for your ass. So recognize, and pass to Daz.

Now as I'm rolling with my nigga Dre and Eastwood-"

I cut off the music. I wont lie, this shit pissed me off. From this day forward, he aint shit to me. But then I remembered that Dre is still
my bitch. I'm still making money off of him whether he likes it or not so he's making himself look stupid by dissing me. I smirked because Dre Day is only Eazy's payday.