Dear Jay-Z - Game
(whispering) Dr Dre.....
Dear Jay...you probably upset bout Uncle Otis
But it ain't that serious, I still think ya one a the coldest
I remember workin on Documentary with Doc
As 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 album
Me 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 together
Dre told me I was the next Rakim....mixed with Pac,
6 years after my nigga Wayne dropped The Block Is Hot
I was tellin' Dre it'd be ill if you would jump on a track
So I got ya number from Em....but you wasn't hollerin' back
I jus figured I aint dial the right number...so I told 'Ye
And I read that number to him.......he said it was OK
So 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 humble
But a second later, ya musta been drivin' thru a tunnel,
cos the phone got cut off.......so I called back to check it
and 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 Impala
Then 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 it
But I ain't heard back at all...that kinda upset me
I was thinkin' 'we hit it off on the phone...how he forget me?'
But apparently you was jus usin' me, n you was finished
Like when Caine left cousin Harold in the street, dyin', in Menace
So I spit that line 'bout you on Westside Story
Saw Kanye n asked if he had said hi for me
And 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 me
Poured a glass of the Henny, thought' a couple sips'd calm me
The same time I left G-unit n got it crackin',
is when Lindsay Lohan left rehab, but had to go back in
What up to Lamar Odom...guess him n Khloe is solid
Heard she use to fuck Rashad McCants, before he holla'd
I was doin some shows out in Europe, but what amazed me
was when I had the whole muthafuckin' crowd screamin "Fuck Jay-Z"
Tried callin' you at home, no answer, like you was mad
Called Just Blaze n he said that he had just left ya pad
So I called da homie Quik, to see if he knew ya email
He said yeah, but he'd call back after gettin' head from this female
Turns out... the chick was his girl Cookie's sister
But she never found out which is good cos she'd be pissed huh?
I was bumpin' that Mobb Deep, Buck was rollin' the weed
When I sent you a couple emails, that I'm pretty sure you received
Cos I checked the status n yup....just like I was hopin'
It said 'messages delivered' n that 4 of them had been opened
This was back before Big Sean blew up...what up Drake?
But you never emailed back...R.I.P. to da homie Nate
Never 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 streets
but he still keep a gat in the stash box under his seat
But 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 you
Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, n thats just bein' real wit you
Watch for Detox, I been helpin Dre with that one
RED Album is next, might make it a triple album
But like DMX said, yo Jay, get at me dog
And look out for my upcomin' joint, 1000 Bars........DRE!