Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
C.I.A.
C.I.A.
Sampled Artist
Eazy-E
Eazy-E
Vocals
Herman Kelly & Life
Herman Kelly & Life
Sampled Artist
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Vocals
Ohio Players
Ohio Players
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
Andrew Noland
Andrew Noland
Songwriter
Gregory Webster
Gregory Webster
Songwriter
Junie Morrison
Junie Morrison
Songwriter
Leroy Bonner
Leroy Bonner
Songwriter
Marshall "Rock" Jones
Marshall "Rock" Jones
Songwriter
Ralph Middlebrooks
Ralph Middlebrooks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer
Dj Yella
Dj Yella
Producer
Donovan Sound
Donovan Sound
Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, Dre
[Verse 1]
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dopeman, please, can I have another hit?
The dopeman said, "Cluck, I don't give a shit
If your girl kneels down and sucks my dick."
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
**** didn't care, she ain't nothing but a smoker
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother gettin' over by slangin' caine
Gold around his neck in 14k heaven
Bitches clockin' on his dick twenty-four seven
Plus he's makin' money, keep the base heads waiting
Rollin' six four with the fresh ass Dayton's
Livin' in Compton, California, CA
His Uzi up yo ass if he don't get paid
**** begging for credit, he's knockin' out teeth
Clockin' much dollars on the first and fifteenth
Big wad of money, nothin' less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five-oh, the dopeman gots plenty
To be a dopeman, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From a key to a G, it's all about money
Ten piece for ten base, pipe comes free
And people out there not hip to the fact
If you see somebody gettin' money for crack, he's the
[Chorus]
Dopeman, dopeman
Hey man, give me a hit
Dopeman, dopeman
Yo man, fuck that shit
Dopeman, dopeman
We just can't quit
Dopeman, dopeman
Well, suck this, bitch
[Bridge]
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Who the fuck are you talkin' to?
Do you know who the fuck I am?
Man, I can't believe this shit
This bitch is tryin' to gank me
Yo, I'll slap you upside yo head with nine inches of limp dick
[Verse 2]
You need a **** with money, so you get a dopeman
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She likes his car and he gets with her
Got a black eye 'cause the dopeman hit her
Let that slide and you pay it no mind
Find that he's slapping you all the time
But that's okay 'cause he's so rich, and you ain't nothin' but a dopeman's bitch
Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut
Poppin' that trash might get you fucked up
Well, sit and cry if the dopeman strike you
He don't give a fuck, he got two just like you
There's another girl in the dopeman's life
Not quite a bitch, but far from a wife
She's called the Strawberry and everybody know
Strawberry, Strawberry is the neighborhood hoe
Do anything for a hit or two
Give the bitch a rock, she'll fuck the whole damn crew
It might be your wife and it might make you sick
Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick
Strawberry, just look and you'll see her
But don't fuck around, she'll give you gonorrhea
If people out there not hip to the fact
That Strawberry is a girl selling pussy for crack to the
[Chorus]
Dopeman, dopeman
Hey man, give me a hit
Dopeman, dopeman
Yo man, fuck that shit
Dopeman, dopeman
In yo' face
Yo Dre, kick in the bass
[Verse 3]
If you smoke 'caine, you a stupid motherfucker
Known around the hood as a school yard clucker
Doin' that crack with all the money you got
On your hands and knees, searching for a piece of rock
Jonesin' for a hit and you're lookin' for more
Done stole the Alpine out of Eazy's six-four
You need your ass whooped 'cause it's outta this earth
To get a ten piece, need a dollar fifty work
Knucklehead ****, yeah you turned into a crook
But swear up and down, boy, that you ain't hooked
You beat your friend up and you whooped his ass long
'Cause he hit the pipe till the rock was all gone
You're robbin' and stealin'
Buggin' and illin' while the dopeman's dealin'
What is killin' your pain?
Cocaine, this shit's insane
Yo, E, she's a berry, let's run a train
[Verse 4]
Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch
Me neither
Hoe, go home and wash out your beaver
And **** out there messin' up people's health
Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for yourself?
[Verse 5]
Well, I'm the dopeman, yeah, boy, I wear corduroy
Money up to here, but unemployed
But keep smokin' that rock and my pocket's getting bigger
Yo, got that five-O double up, ****
Yeah, high rollin', big money, I'm foldin'
Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin'
Strung Strawberry jockin' me so early
Hoe, you want a hit, you gotta get your knees dirty
Now that's my life, that's how it's cut
Hey, dopeman
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal
Gankers got the fake, but you can get the real from the
[Chorus]
Dopeman, dopeman
Yeah, that's me
Dopeman, dopeman
Yo, can I get a G?
Dopeman, dopeman
Clock as much as he can
Fuck this shit, who am I?
The dopeman
[Outro]
Yo, Mister dopeman, you think you're slick
You sold crack to my sister, and now she's sick
But if she happen to die because of your drug
I'm putting in your culo, a .38 slug
Written by: Anthony Banks, Dedrick D'Mon Rolison, Dr. Dre, O'Shea Jackson
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