Roxanne’s Doctor — The Real Man

Lyrics

[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!