Released: January 1, 1989

Songwriter: ​The D.O.C.

Producer: Dr. Dre

This is it, y’all; it y’all (Repeat 3X)
This it, y’all; totally it, y’all (Come on!)
The, the, the doc, the, the doc (Repeat 4X)
Is…dope!
The, the doc, the, the doc is funky
The doc, the, the doc is mind blowin’
(Yeah! Come on! Come on! Come on!)
(And drop it on the one, boyee!)

[Verse 1]
A little something for the brethren with intellect to truly understand it
It's like a message from the one who's getting candid
Making a mark on the strength with rhyme ain’t like nothin’
When you're pumpin’ something that's bumpin'
Did it, ‘cause it's like I had to make one
Better than the last one, ‘cause a mistake, none
But something new was needed in the mix to
Make it as lethal, so lethal that I would think you
Couldn't be made to invade certain areas
No other jurisdiction, but that was fiction
As you progress, and you're enlightened
And the better you're writing by never biting you're exciting
To the crowd, club, congregation, or gathering
Homies in the street they’ll be thinking you O.G
Smooth, wordy example of how I'm living
By getting his prime, pumping records that'll blow your mind

*scratching* The, the, the doc, the, the doc (Repeat 2X)
This is it, y’all, it y’all (Repeat 2X)
This is it, y’all; this is it, y’all; this is it y’all
Totally it, y’all
(The DOC is)

[Verse 2]
Dope, I would've been down with rock but I'd be broke
By the punk, I'm opening up my trunk
To reveal, death, living it up, my life is like a story
Yelling it, ‘cause nobody else is telling it
Checking it, always getting paid 'cause the rap is sort of like a twist
Between what you needed and what I mean
What I mean by twist, now you gotta listen
Never a segment in negative ‘cause I’m employing what you’ve been missing
So in total, this is one of many styles of an artist
Hard it may be but not my hardest
Just a portion, cup of salty water in the ocean
Rocking it was the notion, it seems I needed a potion
So I asked the Dr. D-R-E could he comply
Looking at me with a grin, he shrugged his head and said
"Why would you ask me a question, knowing you knew the answer all the time?
I’ll make the records, you kick lyrics that’ll blow their mind”

The, the, the doc, the, the doc
The, the doc, the, the, the doc (Yeah!)
The, the, the doc, the, the, doc (Come on!)
(The DOC is)

[Verse 3]
Looking for a dope beat to lay in something melodic
After 30 seconds Dre looked up and said "I got it"
Like the dope sound rolling with the dope beat made me rock a dope rhyme
Which was simple ‘cause I'm
Equivalent to the greatest, nobody knew before
‘Cause I just decided to make myself apparent once more
To deliver to you in order, let’s call it a system
A brother tried to play me like a kid so I dismissed him
And now I'm Ruthless by keeping the crowd grooving
It gets so rowdy that you swear your chair's moving
But it wouldn't, it couldn't, it's more a feeling you encounter
When you're rocking to the music of The DOC and
Dre is on the cut so be wary of all movement
But whatever you do, take the time
To enhance the record by making moves like smooth
And I'll keep pumping lyrics, type of music that'll blow your mind

*scratching* The, the, the doc, the, the doc (Yeah!)
The, the doc, the, the, the doc
This is it, y’all; it y’all (Repeat 6X)
This is it, y’all; this is it, y’all, this is it, y’all
Totally it, y’all (Come on!)

The, the, the doc, the, the doc
The, the, the doc, the, the doc (Yeah!)
The, the, the doc, the, the doc
The, the doc (Totally it, y’all. Come on!)

The, the, the doc, the, the doc (Come on!)
The, the, the doc, the, the doc (Come on!)
(This is it, y’all) The, the, the doc, the, the doc (Come on!)
(This is it, y’all) The, the doc, the, the, the doc (Yeah!)

This is it, y’all; it y’all (Repeat 6X)
This is it, y’all; this is it, y’all; this is it, y’all
Totally it, y’all

​The D.O.C.

Tracy Lynn Curry (born June 10, 1968), known by his stage name The D.O.C., is a rapper hailing from Dallas, Texas. The D.O.C. is known for his lyrical style notable for compounding, as well as possessing a solid tenor pre-accident.

He started his career as a member of the hip-hop group Fila Fresh Crew, as well as becoming one of the creative forces behind the seminal gangsta rap group N.W.A., where he co-wrote many of their releases.

In November 1989, months after the release of his solo debut album “No One Can Do It Better,” The D.O.C. suffered from a car accident that crushed his larynx, altering his voice from a well-bodied tenor to a rattling raspy voice reminiscent of a heavy smoker’s.