Eminem - Doe Rae Me [Hailie's Revenge]

[Intro: Eminem + Hailie]

Hailie, what do you want to be when you grow up, baby?

I don't know, but I don't want to

Grow up to be like Ja Rule's little dirty-ass kids

Ha ha, yeah, c'mon

G-G-G-G-G-G-G Unit

Hailie, come here, baby! Bring Daddy his Oscar!

We're gonna shove it up Ja Rule's ass

[Verse 1: Swift]

I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple

I'm quick to murder ink with lead

And I ain't talking 'bout a pencil

Look at what the fuck you done got into

I see you found your niche, you just a bitch with a menstrual

Claiming you a murderer, and you spelled it wrong

You put E before the D, ‘cause that's all you on

You on Pac's dick, you a replica guy

If he was still alive, you would never get by

All you do is cry, bitch, keep it real

Life is more than imitating niggas and eating pills

And what kind of motherfucker ruins three deals

That another nigga got you? They didn't see skills

And I ain't playin', you a brother getting cheated

And Ja Rule be prayin' on his cover, ‘cause he need it

And all you niggas hating, shut your mouths!

It's just that real niggas ain't buying that shit y'all put out

[Verse 2: Obie Trice]

Doe, rae, me, but we don't sing, motherfuckers

So Murder Inc, do your thing, motherfuckers

You unleashed on a team

Who expects nothin' less than R&B coming from that regime

"Regime" is a little extreme

Neck and neck with soldiers, motherfuckin' Marines

Ja sold his soul to sing

Weave eye-witness team on the TV screen, chase the greed

Now that you've embraced the green

Don't fuck with the triple beams

You's a motherfuckin' actor, slash Pac impersonating rapper

Slash Billie Holiday – how it happen?

Artist and repertoire saw him in action

Pac assassination, Def Jam grabbed him

Told him, "Reenact him, you go platinum!"

They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur

Don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reenacting her boy

So I'm click-clackin' this toy, mash and destroy

Shady slash Aftermath and Detroit, motherfucker!

[Hook: Eminem]

Doe rae me, fa-so-la-ti-da

Don't blame me ‘cause you washed up, lost your spot

Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa

Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac

Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not

Shooting at me, with the only shot you got

Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac

You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop

[Verse 3: Kuniva]

Now, we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugs

To the grievance and the crying and the intimate hugs

We don't take you serious, nigga, you shook

You half of a half-way crook; get off X dick, go sing a hook!

Nigga, and you can't replace the late great one

And when you gone you only gon' be the late fake one

Nigga, please stick to the script

Before the guns stick to the clip

And Benzino, you ain't shit but a bitch!

Fuckin' old-ass, ignorant, innocent-lookin' senior citizen

Built up, slap you like Grimace, all sensitive

Wait a minute, hold on: is it me, or do he look like a banana with braids and clothes on?

A bitch-made man; now, how you gonna connect

With them short ass arms, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex

You niggas can scream, holler and curse

Go ahead and respond

And pull that pen and pad up outta your purse

[Verse 4: Proof]

Slim didn't send Proof to get at the wankstas

He told me to let loose and spit at the gangstas

What up, Gotti? And this little war you pushed on

Put your ear to the ground for stepping on bush stones

What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real niggas?

Roll like a boss, in the streets they still feel us

It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept

You talking nonsense to walking bomb threats

Contact was blown by Benzetta in The Source

Threaten at the boss, you gon' see me on your porch

Now Irv got the nerve to try to serve on us

But Detroit niggas early and ain't scurred to bust

[Verse 5: Kon Artis]

Word to my nigga Bugz, punks like you get beat up

Stomped unconscious and smacked with the heater

This rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsils

With dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina

Who's behind ya? Cadillac Pac or that transvestite?

That dress like a Lil Kim fox

You're just like a little windbox

Press tight on the trigger of this Glock

Swallow that little shit you got left to help you eat

You knock Pac's songs without love to help you sleep

You got shot in your video trying mock Pac

You Mockaveli; get your own identity!

[Hook: Eminem]

Doe rae me, fa-so-la-ti-da

Don't blame me ‘cause you washed up, lost your spot

Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa

Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac

Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not

Shooting at me, with the only shot you got

Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac

You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop

[Over hook]

Don't you never say my little girl's name in a song again

Fuckin' punk-pussy bitch! I'll fuck you up, boy! Never!

Don't you never in your motherfuckin' life…

I'll choke the shit out of you little motherfuckin' midget

Hailie'll whip your motherfuckin' ass

[Outro: Obie Trice]

That's right, motherfuckers

Shady records, what you know about it?

Fuck Benzino! Fuck Ja Rule!

Nigga, this Obie Trice right here talkin' to you motherfuckers

Ja Rule punk ass, yeah, fuckin' Soul 4 Real ass

Nigga, that's Soul 4 Real

That the nigga from Soul 4 Real!

Candy Rain-ass nigga, he got a deal, now he rappin'

You don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckers

Get money to all my real niggas, man

Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade

[Outro: Hailie and Eminem]

Daddy, is Ja Rule taller than me?

No, honey, you guys are the same size