Tonight is the Night

(Intro: 2Pac - spoken, voice filled with cold fury over the beat building)

Check it.

They thought the storm was over. Thought the Don was sleepin'.

Nah... I been watchin'. Watchin' all you clowns playin' dress-up in my kingdom.

Puttin' on my colors, talkin' my slang, but you ain't built for this.

This ain't no party track. This ain't for the clubs.

This the remix to your eulogy.

Tonight... we settle all accounts. Makaveli.


(Hook: Nate Dogg - smooth, melodic, but layered with menace)

(Hold up...)

Tonight is the night we gon' settle the score

(Smoke with me...)

No more talkin', it's time for the war

You can run, you can hide, but you can't get away

This ain't the party... it's the remix to your Judgement Day

(Gonna lay you down...)


(Verse 1: 2Pac)

I heard you whisperin' my name on them podcasts, you little mark

Thinkin' you safe behind a screen, spittin' venom in the dark

You wasn't there when the guns blew, you was a toddler with a bib

Now you claimin' you a rider? That's the biggest lie you lived

It's a different game now, they sellin' they soul for the fame now

All that clout you claimin', we puttin' it out in the flame now

You a studio gangster, a caricature, a fraud

I bled for this culture, you just bought a new facade

Picture me rollin', Hennessy I'm holdin'

Your whole fantasy, watch it start unfoldin'

You ain't no king, you a pawn in the game

And tonight, the whole world's gonna scream my name

While they forgettin' who you are, you just a temporary stain

I bring the permanent pain, the acid rain

This is a lesson in survival, this your final recital

Your fake thug life just got its title revoked. Westside.


(Hook: Nate Dogg)

(Hold up...)

Tonight is the night we gon' settle the score

(Smoke with me...)

No more talkin', it's time for the war

You can run, you can hide, but you can't get away

This ain't the party... it's the remix to your Judgement Day

(Gonna lay you down...)


(Verse 2: Redman)

AYO! Guess who's creepin' through the fog on your blind side?

It's the Funk Doc, comin' straight outta Brick City with the high tide!

I heard Pac had a problem with a peon, a pipsqueak

Let me get the lyrical blowtorch, burn him 'til his knees weak

You a clown, boy! Your whole crew is full of jesters

I'll stomp you out in my Timbs, leave you flat as polyester

Your bars are elementary, my style is penitentiary

You built your rep on WiFi, mine's built on a century

Of funk! P-Funk! Rollin' up that skunk!

Your tough talk is junk, your whole career is sunk

You a cartoon character, a Saturday fake

I'm the real-life Godzilla that make the whole ground shake

So click-clack, get back, Reggie Noble on the attack

Put your whole operation in a body bag, and that's a fact

Heard you was the man, word is you was the future

But Doc and Makaveli just performed lyrical surgery... and neutered ya!


(Hook: Nate Dogg)

(Hold up...)

Tonight is the night we gon' settle the score

(Smoke with me...)

No more talkin', it'