Lyrics:

Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old
Fed up with life and the way things are going
He decides to rob a liquor store
('I can't take this no more, I can't take it no more homes')

But, on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart
And suddenly, his conscience comes into play
('Shit is mine, I gotta do this, gotta do this')

Alright, stop
(Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
You better think of the consequence
(But who are you?)
I'm your motherfuckin' conscience

That's nonsense
Go, in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt's cribs
And borrow a damn dress, and one of her blonde wigs
Tell her you need a place to stay
You'll be safe for days if you shave your legs with an Renee's razor blade

Yeah, but if it all goes through like it's supposed to
The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns

Fuck that, do that shit, hit that lick,
Can you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich?
Why you care if she scared of that? Are you that bitch?
Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids?

Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it
(You're right)
Not over this shit, drop the biscuit
(Stop, I will)
Don't even listen to Slim yo, he's bad for you
(You know what Dre? I don't like your attitude)

(These voices, these voices I hear them, hear
Them hear them, and when they talk I'll follow
I'll follow, I'll follow, I'll follow all these
Voices, these voices I hear them)

Meet Stan, twenty-one years old
('Give me a kiss')
After meeting a young girl at a frat party
Things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom
Once again, his conscience comes into play
('Shit')

Now listen to me, while you're kissin' her cheek
And smearin' her lipstick, I slipped this in her drink
Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little chicken's earlobe
(Yo, this girl's only fifteen years old)
(How can you take advantage of her, she's passed out)

It's easy, just cut these lights out, that's how.
Pick this chicken up get her off Brad's couch and
Leave her on the front porch at her mom and dad's house.
(Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie kids?)

No, but I seen the porno with sun doobiest
(Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?)
Man fuck that, ring the doorbell then bail.

(These voices, these voices I hear them, hear
Them hear them, and when they talk I'll follow
I'll follow, I'll follow, I'll follow all these
Voices, these voices I hear them)

Meet Grady, a twenty-nine year old construction worker
After coming home from a hard day's work
He walks in the door of his trailer park home
To find his wife in bed with another man
('What the fuck? [unverified]?')
('Grady')

Alright calm down, relax, start breathin'
Start breathin'? Man you just caught your wife cheatin'
While you at work she's with some dude tryin' to get off?
Forget gettin a divorce, cut this chicken's head off

Wait, what if there's a good explanation for this?
(What? She tripped? Fell? Landed on his dick?)
Alright Shady, maybe he's right Grady
But think about the baby before you get all crazy

Okay, thought about it, still wanna grab her?
Kick her out the house, get your daughter and kidnap her?
That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard
You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped Dee Barnes?

What'chu say?
(What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember?)
I'ma kill you motherfucker

Uh, ah Temper temper
Mr. Dre? Mr. N.W.A.?
Mr. AK comin' straight outta Compton y'all better make way?
How in the hell you gonna tell this man not to be violent?

'Cause he don't need to go the same route that I went
Been there, done that, aw fuck it
What am I sayin'? Do 'em both Grady, where's your gun at?