Original Dog / Twist Mix

Yo, get me baby I'm hot! Oh my God! [Tim Dog ad lib] [Verse 1] You ain't in the struggle if you don't have pain You don't know Hip-Hop if you don't know Kane You ain't original with dog in your name Young rappers should be all ashamed Step back and hush up It's the big dog from the set Maximus Aurelius from the projects BX It's the return of the gladiator I ain't leave the scene if ya feel what I mean Laid back in the cut, just watched the game While you young wack rappers just ran with the name Ran with the name, plus ran with the fame You all sound lame cause you all sound the same So the Dog just ran to a plane Came back to the game just to clear my name Tim Dog Mother fucker go spell it Later you bitch gonna yell it (ugh!) What? [Chorus] You know the cat from eighty-eight Made the record "Chorus Line" and it still sound great You know the cat from ninety-one Made "Fuck Compton" Had the whole world shook, son You know the cat from ninety-four Caught wreck with K.R.S. and I'm still catching wreck What? You know the cat- Fuck it I'm not a cat I'm the T.I.M. D.O.G. original Dog [Verse 2] Monster, hustler, pimp, duster Come short with my paper, mother fucker I touch ya You bring your man and I'll bring the nuts Put holes in the side of that Bentley truck I don't give a fuck You niggas bow down when you see me T.I.M., nigga D.O.G Tim Dog You heard the name and the hook I'm the one that had Snoop Dogg shook Scared Dr. Dre and brought the end to N.W.A Got a whole fucking city trying to kill me today I'm the real radda da cause I live in L.A So none of yall niggas got shit to say So fuck your interviews and your radio play You ain't know me yesterday but you love me today And you cornball rappers want to keep it real Give a fuck about a deal I'm just in it for the meal What? [Chorus] [Ad lib] After fifteen years in this business (yea?) One thing always remain constant (what's that, Dog?) The industry is fucking wack Yea! [Verse 3] You want to know something that's funny Why nigga go platinum, he ain't got no money? Why nigga got game, he ain't got no honey? Why you like my chain, wanna take shit from me? Why you want to see the nine take two in your tummy? Hey, fucking with your mystics Little ass rich bitch kids Trying to fuck with the richness But this hardcore shit is a sickness I bare witness If you ain't down with the Tim Dog shit Yall can gnaw on your dick bitch Make sure you remember the name Cause I'm back to rewind the game [Chorus] [Ad lib]