Roxanne’s Doctor — The Real Man

[Chorus]
Feel the wrath, feel the wrath
Feel the wrath, because you got no class
(Roxanne, Roxanne)
Do you understand?

Feel the wrath, feel the wrath
Feel the wrath, because you got no class, Roxanne
(Roxanne, Roxanne)
I am the real man

[Verse 1]
I am Doctor Fresh, asked to submit
Then tell ya Roxanne is my patient
So for the boys, I will state this
I'm Roxanne's real psychiatrist
You see she walked into my office, sat in the chair
And then, looked at me with the evil glare
I said "So?" She said "So? Um, Doctor don't you know?
I'm the cream of the crop, the queen of the show
'Cause I'm Roxanne, Mrs. Collaborator
And guys ride on me like I'm fish on bait-a
From New York and D.C. to L.A"
So DJ, scratch it in a vicious way
She said if I was to get any girl of my dreams
She wouldn't stand a chance, even in tight jeans
I said, "Girl you're just a hizzo"
She said, "Doctor, nizzo
[?]"
"I hear you're spreadin' rumors, talkin' this and that
That you can pull a man just with a turn of your hat
With a man that you pulled just [?] down like black
So that everybody knows where your head is at
So get izzoff my rizide because you know it's hizigh
And yes the word is [?] that you're hangin' from the jizzock
With a, a bad break, or you's a joke
So then I did prescribe the antidote
Now tellin' her the truth was all that I could inquire
She said as a doctor that I would buy her
I said, "Roxanne, baby, just hit the door
'Cause all you're lookin' for is just an easy score"
She told me to kiss where the sun don't pass
So now, Roxanne, you're gonna feel the wrath
The wrath of a beat that does much more
The triple-X rap that is hardcore

[Chorus]
Feel the wrath, feel the wrath
Feel the wrath, because you got no class
(Roxanne, Roxanne)
Do you understand?

Feel the wrath, feel the wrath
Feel the wrath, because you got no class
(Roxanne, Roxanne)
I am the real man

[Verse 2]
You think you're a prophet, what book have you written?
How can you talk about somebody's religion?
You have only been around the block
Thinkin' your body is some kind of shock
But between your legs there's no treasure
It ain't even five minutes' worth of pleasure
You're an intrusion on my thoughts and I just won't take it
Puttin' down outlaws when one of them can make it
There are plenty of girls finer than you
So wipe your snotty nose and go back to school
Because a girl like you is a dime a dozen
You always want somethin' for nothin'
Your reputation is that you're conceited
When a guy tries to talk he can hear you beat it
But if he knew the deal you would never get a date
'Cause all you really are is stale jailbait
You're flirtin' with the men and they're buying you rags
But all you're really doin' is perpetratin' the crabs
You've been passed liked a pocket, full of change
Another man's pocket in another man's game
You try to be fly so a guy can shine
But you're just a young girl with a big behind
Your abstract mind and your radical mouth
Makes any girl just want to knock you out
The extent of your wrath is the [patchiest gray?]
And the rhymes you say aren't worth a day
When I heard that voice, that squeaky tone
I thought it was a dog fussin' over a bone
Roxanne, you say you're livin' high like the sunshine
Well I've seen your mother in the welfare line
And if you ask me how that I know
I was lookin' out the window of my limo
Goin' by

[Hook]
(Roxanne, Roxanne)
Do you understand?

[Verse 3]
A real MC is what you wanna be
And you have a way to go if you wanna challenge me
Stop writin' your rhymes down all on paper
'Cause that just shows that you're a faker
MCs abroad make rhymes at will
And that just shows that we have skill
Flyin' in jet planes, steady as we go
Meetin' fly girls, just spannin' the globe
Another show, another throwdown
MCs at large, we meet uptown
Arrive at the party, and the party is dead
Now it's time to get back to basics
A rhyme out your mind, a rhyme out your head
And never ever think about what was said
Soon sucker MCs start to run out
You never ever know what they're talkin' about
Do you understand, Roxanne?
Do you understand, Roxanne?
The rap that I made, I said it to the people
They said the rap was dope, 'cause the rap was evil
The sound that it made could not be equaled
And everyday said, it was said in sequence
With a bitty-bitty bee bop off the wall
To the cold cold freak freaks short and tall
To the brothers on the court court playin' ball
With a forty-foot shot that would not fall
All cities are the same if you don't know
'Cause some are hot and some are cold
[What/but?] the DJs do are on the go
All playin' that new kinda funky soul
Roxanne...

[Hook]
You want a pure beat that will rock you higher
So feel the beat, the beat of fire
Feel the beat, feel the beat
Feel the beat that's nasty sweet!

Roxanne feel it, Roxanne feel it!
Feel it, feel it, feel it!

Roxanne feel it, Roxanne feel it!
Feel it, feel it, and don't feel it!

[Chorus]
Feel the wrath, feel the wrath
Feel the wrath, because you got no class
(Roxanne, Roxanne)
Do you understand?

Feel the wrath, feel the wrath
Feel the wrath, because you got no class, Roxanne
(Roxanne, Roxanne)
I am the real man

[Hook]
You want a pure beat that will rock you higher
So feel the beat, the beat of fire
Feel the beat, feel the beat
Feel the beat that's nasty sweet!