Remember man, '92, me, Dre, Tha Pound, Rage, it was just all about, you know what I'm sayin', Death Row As time went by, you know, niggas start having money, success, bitches, weed, cars, homes, you know what I'm sayin', the flyest shit Along with that comes jealousy, envy, destruction, and along those lines run life and death You know, so a few years went by, a couple albums, success, out of the blue sky Dre departs, he leaves us Death Row, will we sink or will we stay afloat? Later on that year, I lose my nigga Pac, damn, it's a cold world Guess it's all on me, Death Row for life Gotsta handle my business...on the frontline....as usual Oh but what will you say If I never set foot in your door again What will you say to your friends then Will you tell them Who has the last laugh now