Dollaz + Sense Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now let's get down to business, bitches!
'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Nine, ten—Eiht, you can't win

'Cause all the way around, nigga, I gets respect
And you's a nigga that can't even get no props in yo' set

Tragniew Park you say, huh?
Wanna be rippin', but now it's time to do some set trippin'
So listen close, 'cause I don't want y'all to miss
That I'm 'bout to break it down for this bitch, check it
Acacia, Poplar, Maple, Spruce, Cedar, Elm
Westside Trees sprayin' all the fleas
That's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
(So niggas watch yo' ass at that center divider *gun blast*)

Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame
When I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my niggas comin'
And you looked like yo' bitch-ass was 'bout to start runnin'
But all I wanted to do was kick a little conversation (and what else)
And see if we can fix this little situation
But would I fuck you up was what you wondered
Yeah, that's probably why you
Changed your little pager number (punk-ass)

But bitches like you don't grow
You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
And callin' me skinny, you's a clown
I'ma call you Theo 'cause you weigh 92.3 pounds

Wack-ass actor, movie script killer
Fool, don't you know? Quik is still the nigga
Compton psycho, boy, you oughta quit
Your records don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit

You need to stay down, you Compton clown
And get off of the nuts of the niggas with guts
Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row
I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo'

So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon
I'ma boot yo' mothafuckin' ass to the Moon
You need to quit bangin' under false pretense
'Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense
[Chorus]
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the P-Funk commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince


[Verse 2]
Now I'ma swing it to the right and
Right into the left hand
Take a deep breath and
Cook it like a chef and
This is dedicated to the C-P-T
No, better yet T-T-P, or the niggas that look up to me
I make it my business to be that true forever
And whenever I can come clever, well, that's my endeavor
So whether or not you understand
That there's only one DJ Q-U-I-K
With no C still you can't be me

Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and
Depositin fat checks and
Gettin' mad sex while I floss the NSX and
Doin' what I wanna, and you's a goner, nigga
For thinkin' that you can catch me slippin' on a street corner
Remember Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood
Sippin' 'Yac with all my niggas 'cause it's to the good
So don't knock it 'til you try it
'Cause Eiht, he tried to knock it
But he's still walkin' round with my nuts in his pocket
So put the P in it, represent and sip that Miller
And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa

Let me take a load off my scrotum, little pest
If it don't make dollars, nigga, you know the rest
[Chorus]
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the P-Funk commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince


[Verse 3]
Now I done sold my fuckin' soul to the shit that I kick
While you groupie-ass niggas keep on ridin' the dick
You oughta know that DJ Quik
Ain't your average everyday motherfucker (hah)
Slick like a snake 'cause I stuck ya
Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first, you little trick-ass ho
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face

You fuckin' coward, tremblin' like a nervous wreck
'Cause when I caught yo' ass, you put yourself in check
And when you left my presence you left speedin'

You ain't no fuckin' killer, you's a comedian, biatch!
Tell me why you act so scary
Givin' your set a bad name with your misspelled name
E-I-H-T, now should I continue?
Yeah, you left out the G 'cause the G ain't in you

Remember that time you was rollin' on the Westside
And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side
Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a real killer
Tell me, did you feel a little nervous? (hell yeah)
You was in the shadow of death
With two trey-five-sevens pointed at your chest
Hmm, whatchu gon' do? Where was your niggas that kill at?
You ain't got no killers, so kill dat!
Holdin' up your hands and beggin for a pass
You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin' on yo' ass

'Cause this game you think is funny is some real shit
So you need to be more careful who you fuckin' wit, biatch!

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One of the most scathing diss records of all time, DJ Quik proceeds to spit some venom at his rival MC Eiht of Compton’s Most Wanted.

Quik released The Red Tape locally prior to the release of his 1991 debut album and he mentioned CMW on the track “Real Doe,” which Quik referenced on the Safe + Sound track “Let You Havit.” A years-long beef ensued with both sides throwing disses back-and-forth, culminating with the release of “Dollaz + Sense,” first on Death Row’s Murder Was the Case soundtrack before it was re-released on Quik’s Safe + Sound. Quik even performed the song live during a Death Row medley at the controversial 1995 Source Awards.

The beef spilled off wax, which Quik referenced in his 1998 single “You'z a Ganxta,” a song he used to propose an end to the beef. The two eventually reconciled and worked together on the tracks “Central Ave” and “Funny How Niggas Gon' Change Things” in 2017.

On The Audio Biography of David mixtape, DJ Quik talked about his mentality at the time he made “Dollaz + Sense”:

If bitter is sour, I was acid and vinegar when I did this shit. […] You know what’s funny? I don’t even rap like this no more, like, I don’t think like this. Like, this was a one-time shot. This is how you take out all your anger and then leave it there. Like, this shit right here, I was so mad back then at MC Eiht, that if we woulda got into it, and, you know, if it woulda got to gunplay, I probably woulda shot myself in the hand getting my gun out to shoot him. That’s how mad I was. Haha.

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