Lyrics:

[Man talking]
Haha
Ladies and gentlemen
You are now about to witness the strength of aftermath
Straight out the motherfuckin streets of compton
Put your hands together for Game Bitch! !

[Talking in the backround]

[Verse 1] Game
me and marshall aint start shit
they listen to our shit and talk shit about us
but that shit is fowl, when I try and feed my son
and drop multi-platinum albums
make my motha proud
that her son made it out
of his home when they hate us
and think Em a racist,
they say shit but fuck them, shady one of the greatest
like biggie and pac was,
we saw the throne was empty and decided to chase it
me him and fifty racin,
this rap shit is basic
I follow that J shit
Think of what I wana say step in da booth and one take it
How could I not sell a million when im rappin on Dre?s hit
And spit dat classical L.A. and N.W.A. shit
The media is bullshit, now we cant even say bitch
They accusing Michael of touchin kids in the wrong places
At first they embraced him, had a couple of facelifts
Now people wanna place him, with murderers and rapists
They comin I can taste it
Sware to god I erase them
Put da clip in an' waste em, and before I go out on dat fake shit
Im so sick and tired of diz black shit this white shit
So I sit here and write shit, Em they aint gunna like this
So they callin us

[Chorus] 2x
cuz we aint
goin
no where
so fuck you
[Em]
this day the game will never be da same
[Dre]
Things just aint the same fo' gangstaz
[Em]
the game, iznt the same, has changed, itz a new GAME
you now about to witness the power
[Man]
of GAME

[Verse2 ] Eminem
only Dre can
judge me for the mistakes I'm makin
if im fakin, im clay aiken [Gun shot]
you aint fifty, and you aint game
you lame, you tame, bitch you mild sauce
you aint ready to make that flame switch
youll end up in the same situation, same shit
different day, just with different gangstas and you face which
way do you wana face, when your brains hit pavement
think of what youll say to Pasteur Mase and save it
for the day, they got the afradavids wavin
in my face lookin for answers raps sensation
eminem battles a water of accusations
that he had somebody blasted, the mask of Jason
was found at the scene of the task with maskin tape and
the victim's penis up his ass, a basket case
and they asked him to clean up his act you bastards wastin
to much time me no kiss ass and if dats da case then..
we aint goin. . .

[Chorus] 2x
cuz we aint
goin
no where
so fuck you
[Em]
this day the game will never be da same
[Dre]
Things just aint the same fo' gangstaz
[Em]
the game, iznt the same, has changed, itz a new GAME
you now about to witness the power
[Man]
of GAME

[Verse 3] Game
Loc get Dre on the fone quick
tell him Em just killed me on my own shit
im walkin through 8 mile startin to get home sick
imma do shady numbers im ridin my own dick
ya da chrome sick, da windows tinted
if eminem is anybody im a unda da penalty
these niggaz is killin them
take a minute to listen
turn down my Jimmy Hendrix
I throw your demo out the window
Telling me its hot, when its not
And you got, what you got
From the rocks, on the block
You could stop, telling Dre you got shot
With a glock, that don't fade me
Im crazzi, why the fuck you think im rymin with shady
I don?t care if the radio don?t play me
I say what I say
When I feel like im feelin today
It gets hard when these bitches see my car in the street
I cant even take my son to cop them g-unit sneaks
So im gone bitch . . .

[Chorus] 2x
cuz we aint
goin
no where
so fuck you
[Em]
this day the game will never be da same
[Dre]
Things just aint the same fo' gangstaz
[Em]
the game, iznt the same, has changed, itz a new GAME
you now about to witness the power
[Man]
of GAME

[Talking till the end]