Doe Rae Me by Eminem (Ft. D12 & Obie Trice)
Doe Rae Me by Eminem (Ft. D12 & Obie Trice)

Doe Rae Me

Eminem & Obie Trice & D12 * Track #7 On Straight From The Lab

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Doe Rae Me by Eminem (Ft. D12 & Obie Trice)

Release Date
Tue Apr 15 2003
Performed by
EminemObie Trice & D12
Produced by
​dEnAun
Writed by
​dEnAun & Proof & Kuniva & Da Brigade & Eminem & Obie Trice & Swifty McVay
About

This song serves as Eminem joining in on the 50 Cent/Ja Rule beef. Eminem joined after being outraged that Ja referenced Eminem’s daughter, Hailie, in one of his diss tracks. The line in question:

Em, you claim your mother’s a crack head, and Kim is a known slut,
So what’s Hailie gonna be when she...

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Doe Rae Me Lyrics

[Intro: Eminem & Hailie]
Hailie, what do you want to be when you grow up, baby?
I don't know, but I don't want to grow up to be like Ja Rule's little dirty-ass kids
Aha
Yeah
C'mon
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
Hailie (What?), come here, baby! Bring Daddy his Oscar! (Okay)
We're gonna shove it up Ja Rule's ass

[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]
I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple
I'm quick to murder ink with lead
And I ain't talkin' 'bout a pencil
Look at what the fuck you done got into
I see you found your niche, you just a bitch with a menstrual
Claimin' you a murderer, and you spelt it wrong
You put E before the D because that's all you on,
You on Pac's dick (Bitch), you a replica guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (For real)
All you do is cry, bitch, keep it real
Life is more than imitatin' niggas and eatin' pills (Ha)
And what kind of motherfucker ruins three deals
That another nigga got you? They didn't see skills
And I ain't playin', you a brother gettin' cheated
And Ja Rule be prayin' on his cover, ‘cause he need it,
And all you niggas hatin', shut your mouths
It's just that real niggas ain't buyin' that shit y'all put out

[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
Do-Re-Mi, but we don't sing, muhfuckas
So Murder Inc, do your thing, muhfuckas
You unleashed on a team
Who expects nothin' less than R&B coming from that regime
"Regime" is a little extreme
Neck and neck with soldiers, muhfuckin' Marines
Ja sold his soul to sing
Weave eye-witness team on the TV screen, chase the greed
Now that you've embraced the green
Don't fuck with the triple beams
You's a motherfuckin' actor, slash Pac impersonating rapper
Slash Billie Holiday–how it happen?
Artist and repertoire saw him in action
Pac assassination, Def Jam grabbed him
Told him, "Reenact him, you go platinum!"
They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur
Don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reenactin' her boy
So I'm click-clackin' this toy, mash and destroy
Shady slash Aftermath and Detroit, motherfucker

[Chorus: Eminem]
Do-re-mi, fa-so-la-ti-da
Don't blame me ‘cause you washed up, lost your spot
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not
Shooting at me, with the only shot you got
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop

[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Now, we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugs
To the grievance and the crying and the intimate hugs
We don't take you serious, nigga, you shook
You half of a half-way crook, get off X dick, go sing a hook, nigga
And you can't replace the late great one
And when you gone, you only gon' be the late fake one
Nigga, please stick to the script
Before the guns, stick to the clip
And, Benzino, you ain't shit but a midget
Fuckin' old-ass, ignorant, innocent-lookin' senior citizen
Built up, slap you like Grimace, all sensitive
Wait a minute, hold on: is it me, or do he look like a banana with braids and clothes on?
A bitch-made man; now, how you gonna connect
With them short ass arms, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
You niggas can scream, holler and curse
Go ahead, respond and pull that pen and pad up outta your purse

[Verse 4: Proof]
Slim didn't send Proof to get at the wankstas
He told me to let loose and spit at the gangstas
What up, Gotti? And this little war you pushed on
Put your ear to the ground for stepping on bush stones
What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real niggas?
Roll like a boss in the streets, they still feel us
It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept
You talking nonsense to walking bomb threats
Contact was blown by Benzetta in The Source
Threaten at the boss, you gon' see me on your porch
Now Irv got the nerve to try to serve on us
But Detroit niggas early and ain't scurred to bust

[Verse 5: Kon Artist]
Word to my nigga Bugz, punks like you get beat up
Stomped unconscious and smacked with the heater
This rap cookie monster get jabbed in the tonsils
With dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina
Who's behind ya? Cadillac Pac or that transvestite
That dress like a Lil Kim fox?
You're just like a little windbox
When I press tight on the trigger of this Glock
Now, swallow that little shit you got left to help you eat
You knock Pac's songs without love will help you sleep
You got shot in your video tryna mock Pac
You Makaveli, get your own identity!

[Chorus: Eminem]
Doe-rae-me, fa-so-la-ti-da
Don't blame me ‘cause you washed up, lost your spot
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not
Shooting at me, with the only shot you got
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop

[Interlude: Eminem]
Don't you never say my little girl's name in a song again
Fuckin' punk-pussy bitch!
I'll fuck you up, boy!
Never!
Don't you never in your motherfuckin' life,
Choke the shit out you, you little motherfuckin' midget
Hailie'll whip your motherfuckin' ass

[Outro: Obie Trice]
Yeah!
That's right, motherfuckers
Shady Records, what you know about it?
Fuck Benzino!
Fuck Ja Rule!
Nigga
This Obie Trice right here talkin' to you motherfuckers
Ja Rule punk ass
Yeah
Fuckin' Soul 4 Real ass
Nigga, that's Soul 4 Rea-
That's the nigga from Soul 4 Real!
Candy Rain-ass nigga, he got a deal, now he rappin'
You don't know what's
Faggot-ass motherfuckers
Get money to all my real niggas, man
Obie Trice
D12
G-Unit
50 Cent
Hailie Jade
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

[Outro: Hailie and Eminem]
Daddy, is Ja Rule taller than me?
No, honey, you, guys, are the same size
Ha-ha-ha-ha

Doe Rae Me Q&A

Who wrote Doe Rae Me's ?

Doe Rae Me was written by ​dEnAun & Proof & Kuniva & Da Brigade & Eminem & Obie Trice & Swifty McVay.

Who produced Doe Rae Me's ?

Doe Rae Me was produced by ​dEnAun.

When did Eminem release Doe Rae Me?

Eminem released Doe Rae Me on Tue Apr 15 2003.

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