| Song | Reality |
| Artist | Tha Dogg Pound |
| Album | Dogg Food |
| What is reality? | |
| Motherfuckers out here don't know shit | |
| They ain't tryin to know shit | |
| Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent | |
| Get my motherfuckin paper | |
| You don't think so? well then fuck you hoe | |
| Cause i'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit | |
| Gotta get paid motherfucker | |
| [kurupt] | |
| Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team | |
| When it seems to be reality is just a dream | |
| Eye to eye, the colors that i wear is do or die | |
| When i walk down the street, will i meet evil in disguise | |
| So, i tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips | |
| While my mind tellin me 'should i not', or 'should i peel it?' | |
| What i represent god only knows what lies for myself | |
| Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth | |
| Will i perish? later selfish for the rest of my life | |
| Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life | |
| Will money be the root of my destruction? | |
| Without the money i can't even seem to function | |
| [dat nigga daz] | |
| Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn | |
| There's nowhere for me to hide from reality | |
| As complex as the situation gets | |
| I remain i maintain, ain't that much strain | |
| To make me twist myself like kurt cobain | |
| Ahh shit, i don't believe this | |
| Some niggaz that i fucked with tryin to pull a twist | |
| But ain't that much twistin in existance | |
| And this is how you show me love | |
| It shows me exactly what money's capable of | |
| Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin | |
| And pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies | |
| (all my homies) for jackers only | |
| Come twist, to the fools in l.a. that know me | |
| I'm back with the fifth of henn | |
| Kurupt and dat nigga daz on the mash again | |
| Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn | |
| There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality) | |
| *repeat 2x* | |
| [dat nigga daz] | |
| I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games | |
| In the world of madness, will my composure be the same | |
| Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground | |
| A lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found | |
| Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes | |
| On the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green | |
| These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up | |
| For what, a simple nut, a simple fuck | |
| [kurupt] | |
| Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances | |
| To survive in nineteen ninety-five | |
| So i got nineteen ninety-five ways | |
| To survive nowadays | |
| Time and time again, i bust a rhyme again | |
| Cause i'ma get in deeper shit if i convert to crime again | |
| Out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me | |
| It irks me, strenuous controversy | |
| What's next on the list to complete | |
| After all this shit that popped off on the street | |
| And all eyes on me, but i won't change sides | |
| Cause what i represent i represent til i die (til i die) | |
| It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (hennesey, hennesey) | |
| [tray dee] | |
| Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me | |
| Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on iv's (beep, beep) | |
| I beez the hardest, regardless fool | |
| Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel | |
| Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch | |
| Then i'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right) | |
| It's no remorse when you cross my course | |
| I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports | |
| Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this | |
| Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss | |
| Mista tray dee, from l.o.n.g. | |
| B.e.a.c.h., where the hardest gangstas be | |
| Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth | |
| Yet i feel i was meant to represent from birth | |
| Til i die, you wonder why it ain't no secret | |
| Motherfuckers best be in love with this g shit | |
| Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn | |
| Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3x in woman's voice (rage?)* | |
| *continues with variations* |
| What is reality? | |
| Motherfuckers out here don' t know shit | |
| They ain' t tryin to know shit | |
| Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent | |
| Get my motherfuckin paper | |
| You don' t think so? well then fuck you hoe | |
| Cause i' m ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit | |
| Gotta get paid motherfucker | |
| kurupt | |
| Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team | |
| When it seems to be reality is just a dream | |
| Eye to eye, the colors that i wear is do or die | |
| When i walk down the street, will i meet evil in disguise | |
| So, i tote a fo' fo' with hollow tips | |
| While my mind tellin me ' should i not', or ' should i peel it?' | |
| What i represent god only knows what lies for myself | |
| Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth | |
| Will i perish? later selfish for the rest of my life | |
| Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life | |
| Will money be the root of my destruction? | |
| Without the money i can' t even seem to function | |
| dat nigga daz | |
| Now there' s, nowhere, for me, to turn | |
| There' s nowhere for me to hide from reality | |
| As complex as the situation gets | |
| I remain i maintain, ain' t that much strain | |
| To make me twist myself like kurt cobain | |
| Ahh shit, i don' t believe this | |
| Some niggaz that i fucked with tryin to pull a twist | |
| But ain' t that much twistin in existance | |
| And this is how you show me love | |
| It shows me exactly what money' s capable of | |
| Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin | |
| And pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies | |
| all my homies for jackers only | |
| Come twist, to the fools in l. a. that know me | |
| I' m back with the fifth of henn | |
| Kurupt and dat nigga daz on the mash again | |
| Now there' s, nowhere, for me, to turn | |
| There' s nowhere for me to hide from reality reality | |
| repeat 2x | |
| dat nigga daz | |
| I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games | |
| In the world of madness, will my composure be the same | |
| Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground | |
| A lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found | |
| Life ain' t what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes | |
| On the hood full of cash don' t wanna blast for the green | |
| These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up | |
| For what, a simple nut, a simple fuck | |
| kurupt | |
| Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances | |
| To survive in nineteen ninetyfive | |
| So i got nineteen ninetyfive ways | |
| To survive nowadays | |
| Time and time again, i bust a rhyme again | |
| Cause i' ma get in deeper shit if i convert to crime again | |
| Out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me | |
| It irks me, strenuous controversy | |
| What' s next on the list to complete | |
| After all this shit that popped off on the street | |
| And all eyes on me, but i won' t change sides | |
| Cause what i represent i represent til i die til i die | |
| It' s time for me, to grab a tall glass of hennesey, hennesey | |
| tray dee | |
| Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me | |
| Leave em layin stiff if they ain' t on iv' s beep, beep | |
| I beez the hardest, regardless fool | |
| Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel | |
| Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch | |
| Then i' m on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits that' s right | |
| It' s no remorse when you cross my course | |
| I' m not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports | |
| Don' t resorts, to thinkin you could get with this | |
| Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss | |
| Mista tray dee, from l. o. n. g. | |
| B. e. a. c. h., where the hardest gangstas be | |
| Twentyfirst was the worstest turf on the earth | |
| Yet i feel i was meant to represent from birth | |
| Til i die, you wonder why it ain' t no secret | |
| Motherfuckers best be in love with this g shit | |
| Now there' s, nowhere, for me, to turn | |
| Nowhere for me to hide from reality 3x in woman' s voice rage? | |
| continues with variations |