It's May 24, 2024, 10:46:34 AM
Dear Jay-Z - Game(whispering) Dr Dre.....Dear Jay...you probably upset bout Uncle OtisBut it ain't that serious, I still think ya one a the coldestI remember workin on Documentary with DocAs in D-R-E.....not the homie D.O.C....'Bout two years after you had dropped the Black Album,that faggot nigga Fifty jus dropped his first wack albumMe n Doc was in the studio....... makin' a classic.......the next Reasonbale Doubt, Ready To Die, n Illmatic,..The Chronic, All Eyez On Me, Wu-Tang Forever,What's Going On, Purple Rain, n Thriller all mixed togetherDre told me I was the next Rakim....mixed with Pac,6 years after my nigga Wayne dropped The Block Is HotI was tellin' Dre it'd be ill if you would jump on a trackSo I got ya number from Em....but you wasn't hollerin' backI jus figured I aint dial the right number...so I told 'YeAnd I read that number to him.......he said it was OKSo I dialed it again....you picked up, n I was sayin'"Yo what the deal, playboy..." n you said "who dis, Dame?"Then I was like "Nah this Game", n you was like "who?"And I was like "Game"....................n you was like "who?"I explained who I was n shit...tryna be humbleBut a second later, ya musta been drivin' thru a tunnel,cos the phone got cut off.......so I called back to check itand I heard "Yeah this Jay, I ain't here, please leave a message"So I left a message sayin "Yo Jay, it's me again, holla"I remember cos I called from da homie Snoop's ImpalaThen I spit the first verse from 'Moment Of Clarity',pressed pound n left the message as urgent, cos yo apparently,I figured you would call me back, n we would laugh about it,n probably become good friends, n maybe rap about itBut I ain't heard back at all...that kinda upset meI was thinkin' 'we hit it off on the phone...how he forget me?'But apparently you was jus usin' me, n you was finishedLike when Caine left cousin Harold in the street, dyin', in MenaceSo I spit that line 'bout you on Westside StorySaw Kanye n asked if he had said hi for meAnd whether you had asked 'bout me, he said "sorry"So I was thinkin 'yo, this nigga Jay might start to ignore me'Felt like the homie Face.... my mind was playin' tricks on mePoured a glass of the Henny, thought' a couple sips'd calm meThe same time I left G-unit n got it crackin',is when Lindsay Lohan left rehab, but had to go back inWhat up to Lamar Odom...guess him n Khloe is solidHeard she use to fuck Rashad McCants, before he holla'dI was doin some shows out in Europe, but what amazed mewas when I had the whole muthafuckin' crowd screamin "Fuck Jay-Z"Tried callin' you at home, no answer, like you was madCalled Just Blaze n he said that he had just left ya padSo I called da homie Quik, to see if he knew ya emailHe said yeah, but he'd call back after gettin' head from this femaleTurns out... the chick was his girl Cookie's sisterBut she never found out which is good cos she'd be pissed huh?I was bumpin' that Mobb Deep, Buck was rollin' the weedWhen I sent you a couple emails, that I'm pretty sure you receivedCos I checked the status n yup....just like I was hopin'It said 'messages delivered' n that 4 of them had been openedThis was back before Big Sean blew up...what up Drake?But you never emailed back...R.I.P. to da homie NateNever got a reply at all, Jay............ I was like 'damn...''Maybe them shits went to his junkmail or he thought it was spam'Called Irv Gotti, said "sup with Jay, yo have you heard from him?"He said "nah, not in like a year", I'm thinkin...'the nerve of him'Glad Irv got acquitted tho.... he done with the streetsbut he still keep a gat in the stash box under his seatBut Jay, you shoulda called, if you had to admit sumthin'Instead you ignore me even tho I aint did nothin'But it's cool, n by the way, Fifty, I'm still with youFuck the beef, nigga I miss you, n thats just bein' real wit youWatch for Detox, I been helpin Dre with that oneRED Album is next, might make it a triple albumBut like DMX said, yo Jay, get at me dogAnd look out for my upcomin' joint, 1000 Bars........DRE!
* Obligatory dozen Dre-references - check* Obligatory Pac, Nas, Jay, Big, random artists etc. references - check* Obligatory car, music, movie references - check* Simple rhyme structure - check* Obsessive paranoid bipolar subject matter - check* Incoherent storyline switching back and forth - check* Actual quotes/convo sprinkled in between - checkHilarious impersonation, spot on, imo.