Shit Hits the Fan

[Intro: Dr. Dre] Yeah Yo, let's bring it [Hook: Eminem] What you gonna do when shit hits the fan? Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? Will you be as hard as you say you are? Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? I said "What you gonna do when shit hits the fan?" Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? And show us you're as hard as you say you are? Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Niggas is so gangsta, Niggas is thugs Niggas'll spend their whole life peddling drugs Slanging dope in hopes of one day being able To own their own label and give the game up Some niggas came up, some just didn't That's just the way it is, if it ain't meant it, it just isn't Some niggas'll get money and pay niggas to back em So they can act up, feel comfortable, and rap tough And that's ass backwards, cause them niggas just gone keep coming back And that's when extortion happens You struggle to get free, I know how this shit be You deal with anything to live legitimately But you gone find if you do get in this industry It's best to be business with me than against me Niggas get behind mics and ain't even emcees Niggas get on MTV just to diss me This shit don't even piss me off I'm laughing all the way to the bank Watching the satellite from ma Bentley And you niggas don't even got a car You're so far under my radar I don't even know who the fuck you are To tell you to suck my dick while I'm pissing I don't even listen to your shit to know who the fuck I'm dissing And media just feeds into these feuds Trying to add fuel to the fire This little nigga Ja Rule talking bout he's gonna slap me Nigga please, you gotta jump and swing up to hit me in the knees I laugh at these magazines when they interview him All they doing is making fake threats to us through them And pussy you're not Pac, I knew him Pac was a real nigga, you're just a fucking insult to em It's too bad we had to fallout before he passed If he could see this shit now, he'd be whooping your ass You're talking to a pioneer who engineered this shit for 19 years Who you got in your ear? I don't even gotta say it, the fans know Quit trying to be tough, nigga, you look like an asshole [Hook] [Verse 2: Obie Trice] They say why don't we increase the peace The only piece increased is that which deletes your peeps Cause niggas run mouths but they don't run streets Till that 45 will cease the speech Yeah, it's a shame how the beef'll creep Could've reached the peak, now you're left with a horrible leak I'm trying to be as bleak with my speech as possible Just in case a nigga trying to throw me an obstacle Nigga, I'm not boxing you, I'm hospitable I put you in a hospital, that's how I get at you Let the Doc op on you, he don't rid you? You back on the streets, I send another hit at you This is not a hypocritical issue I will critical condition your tissue Give a fuck if all ten of them with you I throw an extra ten of them missiles Turn gangstas into gentlemen, vicko And ever since Eminem dissed you I swear I see the woman and bitch in you All this bickering back and forth over who signs who Curtis pulled your skirt up, nigga, you got murdered Now take it like a man and shake it off, damn! And quit telling all these magazines your plans How you gone slap up my mans, you're fictitious Nigga, we'll send Stan to come murder your bitches [Hook] [Outro: Obie Trice] Hahahahahaha Yeah, yeah Go out behind all the gangstas you want, nigga Matter fact, go get every gangsta from every hood In the United States of America to back you, nigga Ain't nobody rap wit you You can't see that? You fell off, nigga Hahahahahaha Damn, damn Shady slash Aftermath, motherfucker 2003 to infinity! Yeah!