That diss from Everlast was kinda grimey though
Talkin' shyt for shock value, boy, you ain't real
Turned hard the day Dre gave you a record deal
Went and sold your soul for some mass appeal
Servin' up that hors d'oeuvre, kid, now eat this meal
Instead of worryin' 'bout who you should be dissin'
You need to worry 'bout who your wifey been kissin'
Or if you go to prison while you're doin' your bid
I'll look in on your old lady and do things for your kid
Make her write you lots of letters 'bout the things that we did
Send you pictures of me chillin' all up in your crib
