and in every other way possible that you can judge an album 2001 is just a level above RD
but thats not a slight to jayz classic debut in any way because there are few in hip-hop history that can match what 2001 has to offer. easily one of the best produced albums of all time and without a doubt the best engineered/sounding album in hip-hop history. Sonically its the magnum opus of hip-hop and arguably in any genre of music. while those qualities of the album make it a monumental accomplishment alone. The brilliant level of songwriting, from legendary lyricist such as jayz,the d.o.c.,nas,eminem,kurupt, laid over the incredible production and atmosphere dre has created, laced with nate dogg hooks a cast of all star west coast Mc's and of course snoop dog makes this as close to the holy grail of hip-hop we have ever heard. if this aint better than the chronic/doggystyle its the closest one
Dr. Dre executive producer, performer, producer, mixer
Mel-Man performer, producer
Lord Finesse producer
Eminem performer, vocals, writer
Snoop Dogg performer, vocals
Hittman performer, writer
Xzibit performer
Jay-Z writer
Nas writer
Kurupt performer, vocals
Ms. Roq performer
Devin the Dude performer, vocals
Nate Dogg performer
Six-Two performer
Royce da 5'9" writer
MC Ren vocals
Tommy Chong vocals
Knoc-turn'al performer, vocals
Defari performer
Time Bomb performer
King Tee performer
Kokane performer
Mary J. Blige performer
Rell performer
Jake Steed performer
Eddie Griffin performer
1.Lolo
2.The Watcher - Best friends and money: I lost them both.
Went, visited nikkas in the hospital.
It's all the same shyt all across the globe.
I just sit back and watch the show
I moved out of the hood for good, you blame me?
nikkas aim mainly at nikkas they can't be.
But nikkas can't hit nikkas they can't see.
I'm out of sight, now I'm out of they reach.
Cops is anxious to put nikkas in handcuffs.
They wanna hang us, see us dead, enslave us,
Keep us trapped in the same place we're raised in.
Then they wonder why we act so outrageous,
Run around stressed out and pull out gauges.
Cause everytime you let the animal out cages,
It's dangerous to people who look like strangers.
But now we got a new era of gangstas,
Hustlers and youngsters living amongst us.
Lookin at us, now calling us busters,
Can't help but reminisce back when it was us.
It's funny how time fly,
I'm just having fun, just watching it fly by.
3.fukk You - I gave her some Hennesey, she gave me some head
I fukked her on the flo', so I wouldn't mess up my bed
Then Lil' 1/2 Dead put his dikk on her head
Take that bytch home, and give her a bone
And give her the number to my cellular phone
Man, she blowin up my pager, the shyt's gettin major
A favor for a favor, this dikk is what I gave her
Somethin to go by, and bytches know why
Stuff dikk in they mouth, and then I'm out (see-ya!)
Twenty-fo' seven, Dre, Snoop, and Devin
We servin' these hoes, and never lovin these hoes, beotch!
I just wanna fuuuuuck you
No touchin and rubbin gurl, you got a husband who
loves.. you..
Don't need you all in mine
I just wanna fuuuuuck you
We can't be kissin and huggin gurl, you got a husband who
loves.. you..
You need to give him your quality time
4.Still D.R.E. - It ain't nothing but more hot shyt
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bytch
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representing for the gangsters all across the world
(Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl)
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
nikkas try to be the king but the ace is back
In the home of drivebys and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Still got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gonna get mine regardless
5.Big Egos - Like Dub-C I'm rich rollin, pistol holdin
Pockets swoll nikka, that's how I'm rollin
Put the flame to the killer nikka
Worldwide homicide mob figure and a builder, for real
I'm hittin switches, makin bytches eat bytches
See me grab my dikk everytime I pose for pictures
I own acres, floor seats watchin The Lakers
I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases
Dedicated to all of those with big ego's
Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos
Passin by with uzis - and who you aimin at?
That shady bytch and that bytch nikka that was claimin that
Rat-ta-tat-tat
I don't sympathize for wack hoes and wimpy guys
You got to recognize
Cali pride, born to ride and South Centralized
You playin games, I suggest you know the rules
We puttin guns to fools, make you run yo' jewels
Take yo' honey and cruise to the snootiest snooze, Cabos
Pop coochie til the nut oozes, you shouldn't fukk wit crews
that's sick, Aftermath cause we rule shyt
I'm Big Hit, don't confuse me wit no other by the flow motherfukker
6.Xxplosive - West coast shyt nikka
Overdosage - imperial pistols ferocious
fukk a bytch; don't tease bytch, strip tease bytch
Eat a bowl of these bytch, gobble the dikk
Hoes forgot to eat a dikk can shut the fukk up!
Gobble and swallow a nut up, shut up and get my cash
Backhanded, pimpslapped backwards and left stranded
Just pop ya collar, pimp convention hoes for a dollar
Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce impala
bytch nikkaz paid for hoes, just to lay wit hoes
Relax one night, and paid to stay wit hoes
Captain Save'Em all day (bytch) well save this dikk
bytch nikka, you more of a bytch than a bytch
You ain't into hittin p*ssy, or hittin the switch
You into hittin bytches off of the grip, you punk bytch
7.Whats The Difference- Got the pens and pencils, got down to business; but sometimes
the business end of this shyt can turn your friends against you
But you was a real nikka, I could sense it in you
Then I got these fake-ass nikkaz I first grew with
Move units, then talk shyt and we can do this
Until then - I ain't even speakin your name
Just keep my name outta yo' mouth and we can keep it the same
nikka, it ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors
It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em
That's the difference
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five bank accounts, three ounces and two vehicles
8.Bar One
9.Lightspeed - The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals
And cash, always in my grasp
Came up in the game wearin khakis not kangols, stranglin hoes
When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh
Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass
One feed me mangoes, the other lightin my hash
Came home uptight, ready to mash
like a gas pedal, get on that sixty-four Chevy level
AK-47 heavy metal
Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle
I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils
cause we rebels over here, I smell Chronic in the air
that means we takin over this year
You hear?
where I be livin B, there ain't no Liberty Statue
Hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you
slippin, without yours, it's warfare outdoors
Ambulance, violent uproars
Trash nikkaz takin out like chores I meet whores on tours
Jeans hot as pepper so I sip, champagne on stormy shores
10.Forgot About Dre - Hated on by most these nikkas
With no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's
Mad at me cause
I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries
From here on out it's the Chronic 2
Starting today and tomorrow's the new
And I'm still loco enough
To choke you to death with a Charleston chew
If it was up to me
You motherfukkers would stop coming up to me
With your hands out looking up to me
Like you want something free
When my last CD was out you wasn't bumping me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
11.The Next Episode - Thug nikkas drug dealers yeah they givin' it up
yo' life, boy we livin' it up
Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party for sure
Slip my hoe a forty-fo' and she got in the back do'
bytches lookin' at me strange but you know I don't care
Step up in this motherfukker just a-swangin' my hair
bytch quit talkin', Crip walk if if you down with the set
Take a bullet with some dikk and take this dope from this jet
Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap
And if yo' ass get cracked, bytch shut yo' trap
Come back, get back, that's the part of success
If you believe in the X you'll be relievin' your stress
King of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet (Fleetwood)
or Coupe DeVille rollin' on dubs
How you feelin' whoopty=whoop nikka whut?
Dre and Snoop chronicled out in the 'llac
with Doc in the back, sippin' on 'gnac (yeah)
Clip in the strap, dippin' through hoods (what hoods?)
Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood!
South Central out to the Westside (wessyde)
It's California Love, this California bud got a nikka gang of pub
I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club
with my jeans on, and my team strong
Get my drink on, and my smoke on
Then go home with, something to poke on (what's up bytch?)
but thats not a slight to jayz classic debut in any way because there are few in hip-hop history that can match what 2001 has to offer. easily one of the best produced albums of all time and without a doubt the best engineered/sounding album in hip-hop history. Sonically its the magnum opus of hip-hop and arguably in any genre of music. while those qualities of the album make it a monumental accomplishment alone. The brilliant level of songwriting, from legendary lyricist such as jayz,the d.o.c.,nas,eminem,kurupt, laid over the incredible production and atmosphere dre has created, laced with nate dogg hooks a cast of all star west coast Mc's and of course snoop dog makes this as close to the holy grail of hip-hop we have ever heard. if this aint better than the chronic/doggystyle its the closest one
Dr. Dre executive producer, performer, producer, mixer
Mel-Man performer, producer
Lord Finesse producer
Eminem performer, vocals, writer
Snoop Dogg performer, vocals
Hittman performer, writer
Xzibit performer
Jay-Z writer
Nas writer
Kurupt performer, vocals
Ms. Roq performer
Devin the Dude performer, vocals
Nate Dogg performer
Six-Two performer
Royce da 5'9" writer
MC Ren vocals
Tommy Chong vocals
Knoc-turn'al performer, vocals
Defari performer
Time Bomb performer
King Tee performer
Kokane performer
Mary J. Blige performer
Rell performer
Jake Steed performer
Eddie Griffin performer
1.Lolo
2.The Watcher - Best friends and money: I lost them both.
Went, visited nikkas in the hospital.
It's all the same shyt all across the globe.
I just sit back and watch the show
I moved out of the hood for good, you blame me?
nikkas aim mainly at nikkas they can't be.
But nikkas can't hit nikkas they can't see.
I'm out of sight, now I'm out of they reach.
Cops is anxious to put nikkas in handcuffs.
They wanna hang us, see us dead, enslave us,
Keep us trapped in the same place we're raised in.
Then they wonder why we act so outrageous,
Run around stressed out and pull out gauges.
Cause everytime you let the animal out cages,
It's dangerous to people who look like strangers.
But now we got a new era of gangstas,
Hustlers and youngsters living amongst us.
Lookin at us, now calling us busters,
Can't help but reminisce back when it was us.
It's funny how time fly,
I'm just having fun, just watching it fly by.
3.fukk You - I gave her some Hennesey, she gave me some head
I fukked her on the flo', so I wouldn't mess up my bed
Then Lil' 1/2 Dead put his dikk on her head
Take that bytch home, and give her a bone
And give her the number to my cellular phone
Man, she blowin up my pager, the shyt's gettin major
A favor for a favor, this dikk is what I gave her
Somethin to go by, and bytches know why
Stuff dikk in they mouth, and then I'm out (see-ya!)
Twenty-fo' seven, Dre, Snoop, and Devin
We servin' these hoes, and never lovin these hoes, beotch!
I just wanna fuuuuuck you
No touchin and rubbin gurl, you got a husband who
loves.. you..
Don't need you all in mine
I just wanna fuuuuuck you
We can't be kissin and huggin gurl, you got a husband who
loves.. you..
You need to give him your quality time
4.Still D.R.E. - It ain't nothing but more hot shyt
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bytch
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representing for the gangsters all across the world
(Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl)
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
nikkas try to be the king but the ace is back
In the home of drivebys and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Still got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gonna get mine regardless
5.Big Egos - Like Dub-C I'm rich rollin, pistol holdin
Pockets swoll nikka, that's how I'm rollin
Put the flame to the killer nikka
Worldwide homicide mob figure and a builder, for real
I'm hittin switches, makin bytches eat bytches
See me grab my dikk everytime I pose for pictures
I own acres, floor seats watchin The Lakers
I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases
Dedicated to all of those with big ego's
Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos
Passin by with uzis - and who you aimin at?
That shady bytch and that bytch nikka that was claimin that
Rat-ta-tat-tat
I don't sympathize for wack hoes and wimpy guys
You got to recognize
Cali pride, born to ride and South Centralized
You playin games, I suggest you know the rules
We puttin guns to fools, make you run yo' jewels
Take yo' honey and cruise to the snootiest snooze, Cabos
Pop coochie til the nut oozes, you shouldn't fukk wit crews
that's sick, Aftermath cause we rule shyt
I'm Big Hit, don't confuse me wit no other by the flow motherfukker
6.Xxplosive - West coast shyt nikka
Overdosage - imperial pistols ferocious
fukk a bytch; don't tease bytch, strip tease bytch
Eat a bowl of these bytch, gobble the dikk
Hoes forgot to eat a dikk can shut the fukk up!
Gobble and swallow a nut up, shut up and get my cash
Backhanded, pimpslapped backwards and left stranded
Just pop ya collar, pimp convention hoes for a dollar
Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce impala
bytch nikkaz paid for hoes, just to lay wit hoes
Relax one night, and paid to stay wit hoes
Captain Save'Em all day (bytch) well save this dikk
bytch nikka, you more of a bytch than a bytch
You ain't into hittin p*ssy, or hittin the switch
You into hittin bytches off of the grip, you punk bytch
7.Whats The Difference- Got the pens and pencils, got down to business; but sometimes
the business end of this shyt can turn your friends against you
But you was a real nikka, I could sense it in you
Then I got these fake-ass nikkaz I first grew with
Move units, then talk shyt and we can do this
Until then - I ain't even speakin your name
Just keep my name outta yo' mouth and we can keep it the same
nikka, it ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors
It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em
That's the difference
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five bank accounts, three ounces and two vehicles
8.Bar One
9.Lightspeed - The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals
And cash, always in my grasp
Came up in the game wearin khakis not kangols, stranglin hoes
When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh
Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass
One feed me mangoes, the other lightin my hash
Came home uptight, ready to mash
like a gas pedal, get on that sixty-four Chevy level
AK-47 heavy metal
Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle
I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils
cause we rebels over here, I smell Chronic in the air
that means we takin over this year
You hear?
where I be livin B, there ain't no Liberty Statue
Hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you
slippin, without yours, it's warfare outdoors
Ambulance, violent uproars
Trash nikkaz takin out like chores I meet whores on tours
Jeans hot as pepper so I sip, champagne on stormy shores
10.Forgot About Dre - Hated on by most these nikkas
With no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's
Mad at me cause
I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries
From here on out it's the Chronic 2
Starting today and tomorrow's the new
And I'm still loco enough
To choke you to death with a Charleston chew
If it was up to me
You motherfukkers would stop coming up to me
With your hands out looking up to me
Like you want something free
When my last CD was out you wasn't bumping me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
11.The Next Episode - Thug nikkas drug dealers yeah they givin' it up
yo' life, boy we livin' it up
Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party for sure
Slip my hoe a forty-fo' and she got in the back do'
bytches lookin' at me strange but you know I don't care
Step up in this motherfukker just a-swangin' my hair
bytch quit talkin', Crip walk if if you down with the set
Take a bullet with some dikk and take this dope from this jet
Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap
And if yo' ass get cracked, bytch shut yo' trap
Come back, get back, that's the part of success
If you believe in the X you'll be relievin' your stress
King of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet (Fleetwood)
or Coupe DeVille rollin' on dubs
How you feelin' whoopty=whoop nikka whut?
Dre and Snoop chronicled out in the 'llac
with Doc in the back, sippin' on 'gnac (yeah)
Clip in the strap, dippin' through hoods (what hoods?)
Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood!
South Central out to the Westside (wessyde)
It's California Love, this California bud got a nikka gang of pub
I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club
with my jeans on, and my team strong
Get my drink on, and my smoke on
Then go home with, something to poke on (what's up bytch?)
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the one out in palm desert 
jay has 0 albums better than the chronic and 2001 the overhype of RD and jay overall is crazy the majority of the-coli will say that RD is a better album and should be ranked higher than 2001 
