[Eminem talkin']
It's all bad now man, it's all bad
But y'all done fucked up now
Yeah ha ha, new shit, hey yo
I just want the whole world to know:
That I did not start this, but I will finish it

[Verse]
Comin' up it never mattered what color you was
If you could spit then you could spit, that's it, that's what it was
Back when, motherfuckers was straight back packin'
Cypherin', fightin' for life in this rap
for the mic to get past and you psyched and you gasped
and you hyped 'cause you last and you might whoop some ass
If you lost then you lost shake hands like a man
and you swallowed it, when the unsigned hype column
at The Source was like, the only source of light
When the mics used to mean somethin, a four was like
you were the shit, now it's like the least you get
three and a half now just means you a peice of shit
four and a half or five, means you Biggie, Jigga, Nas,
or Benzino, shit I dont think you even realize
you playin' with motherfuckers' lives, I don't watched Dre
get fucked on The Chronic, probably cuz I was on it
Now you fucked me outa my mics twice I let it slide
I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin breath to get a five
Shit I was right, I'da fuckin died already tryin'
I swear to God I never lie I bet thats why
you let that bitch give me that bullshit review
I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit we knew
You'd probly try to fuck us with Obie and 50 too
Fuck a relationship we through
No more Source with street cred, them days is dead
Dre's got A-Ks to Dave Mase's head
Every issue there's an eight page Made-Mens spread
Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head
That I am not afraid, he's just a fuckin waste of lead
on my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple
So listen closely, as I break it down and proceed
This old Gs bout to get smoked like raw weed
You dont know me or my motherfuckin mother you motherfuckin punk
Put me on your fuckin cover to sell your little sell out mag
I ain't mad, I feel bad, heres an ad, heres a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some shit that you don't know about? Yeah!
Let's talk about how you're puttin' you own son out there
To try to eat off him, 'cause you missed your boat
You're never gonna float bitch your just too old
No wonder your sore now, whore, you're bored now
Im pushin' thirty your kickin' fourty's door down
Bitch this is war now, and you'll never beat me
all you do is cheat me out of quatables but you know
that you'll always see me on your TV
'cause you gotta stay up 'till three in the morning
To see your video played once on BET
So he-he-he who has the last laugh?
Aftermath yeah so on behalf on our whole staff
kiss our ass-hole cracks we'll never fold or hold back!
Just know that Benzinos wack
no matter how many times I say his name, he'll never blow jack!
Your better off tryin' to bring R-S-O back!
Look at your track record that's how far it goes back!
It's extortion, and now it's a portion!
So half of the staff up there is fresh 'outta jail from Boston!
Bullyin' and bossin', gave like a slave they completely brainwashed him
and forced him to stay locked in his own office! Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangster in New York!
And it's pittyful, 'cause I woulda never said shit if you kept your mouth shut!
Bitch now what? Hit a clue, spit it slay
New shit, exclusive you're layin in your whoo kid!
You know what to do with this: use it!
I'm through, this is stupid, I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this...

And who you're callin' a bitch? Bitch. You owe me.