Released: June 19, 1989

Songwriter: ​The D.O.C.

Producer: Dr. Dre

[Intro]
This is serious business
*Scratching "The Doctor"*
Y'all ready to get hyped or what?
Well, right about now The DOC and the Doctor
Is housin' the set center stage, pumpin' it just like this...

[Verse 1]
A little somethin' for the brethren
With intellect to truly understand it
It's like a message from the one who's gettin' candid
Makin' 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 writin' by never bitin', you're excitin'
To the crowd, club, congregation or gathering
Homies in the street they'll be thinkin' you O.G
Smooth, wordy example of how I'm livin'
A kid in his prime pumpin' records that'll blow your mind

[Verse 2]
The DOC is dope
I would've been down with rock but I'd be broke
By the punk, I'm openin' up my trunk
To reveal, death, livin' it up, my life is like a story
Yellin' it, 'cause nobody else is tellin' it
Checkin' it, always gettin' paid 'cause the rap is sort of a twist
Between what you need and what I mean
What I mean by twist, now you gotta listen
Never a segment in negative
'Cause I’m employin' what you’ve been missin'
So in total, this is one of the many styles of an artist
Hard it may be, but not my hardest
Just a portion, cup of salty water in the ocean
Rockin' it was the notion, it seems I needed a potion
So I asked the Dr. D-R-E could he comply
Lookin' at me with a grin, he shrugged his head and said "Why
Would you ask me a question
Knowin' you knew the answer all the time?
I make the records, you kick lyrics that'll blow they mind"

[Verse 3]
The DOC is lookin' for a dope beat to lay in somethin' melodic
After thirty seconds, Dre looked up and said "I got it"
Like the dope sound rollin' 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 an 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 keepin' the crowd groovin'
It gets so rowdy that you swear your chair's movin'
But it wouldn't, it couldn't, it's more a feeling you encounter
When you're rockin' 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 makin' moves like smooth
And I'll keep pumpin' lyrics type of music that'll blow your mind

​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.