Låttexten till Fuck Tha Police av NWA:

[Dr.Dre]
Right about now, NWA court is in full effect.
Judge Dre presiding in the case of NWA versus the police department.
Prosecuting attorneys are MC Ren, Ice Cube, and Eazy mother fucking E.
Order, order, order. Ice Cube, take the mother fucking stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth so help your black ass?
[Ice Cube]
You're goddamn right!
[Dr.Dre]
Why don't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?

[Ice Cube]
Fuck the police
Comin’ straight from the underground
Young nigga got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
Fuck that shit, cause I ain't the one
For a punk mother fucker with a badge and a gun
To be beatin’ on, and throw in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
Fuckin with me cause I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searching my car, looking for the product
Thinking every nigga is selling narcotics
You'd rather see me in the pen
Then me and Lorenzo rolling in the Benzo
Beat the police outta shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still can't swallow bread and water
I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down and grabbing his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
Cause they slam ya down to the street top
Black police showing out for the white cop
Ice Cube will swarm
On any mother fucker in a blue uniform
Just cause I'm from the CPT, punk police are afraid of me
A young nigga on a war path
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dying in LA
Yo Dre, I got something to say

[Eazy-E]
Fuck the police (4X)

[Dr.Dre]
Example of scene one:
Pull your goddamn ass over right now
[MC Ren]
Ah shit, what the fuck you pulling me over for?
[Dr.Dre]
Cause I feel like it, Just sit your ass on the curb and shut the fuck up
[MC Ren]
Man, fuck this shit
[Dr.Dre]
Alright smartass, I'm taking your black ass to jail
M. C. Ren, will you please give your testimony to the jury about this fucked up
incident.




[MC Ren]
Fuck the police and Ren said it with authority
because the niggaz on the street is a majority.
A gang, is with whoever I'm stepping
and the mother fucking weapon
is kept in a stash box, for the so-called law
wishing Ren was a nigga that they never saw
Lights start flashing behind me
But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me
But that shit don't work, I just laugh
Because it gives em a hint not to step in my path
To the police I'm saying fuck you punk
Reading my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pulling out a silly club, so you stand
With a fake assed badge and a gun in your hand
But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it punk, I'ma fuck you up
Make ya think I'm a kick your ass
But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But I'm a smoke em now, and not next time
Smoke any mother fucker that sweats me
Or any ass hole that threatens me
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me
The mother fucking villain that's mad
With potential to get bad as fuck
So I'm a turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound [Bang, Bang]
Ya, something like that, but it all depends on the size of the gat
Taking out a police would make my day
But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say

[Eazy-E]
Fuck the police (4X)

[Eazy-E]
Yo, man, what you need?
[Dr.Dre]
Police, open now. We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest
Get down and put your hands up where I can see em
Just shut the fuck up and get your muthafuckin ass on the floor [Huh]
Yo Eazy-E, why don't you step up to the stand
and tell the jury how you feel about this bullshit

[Eazy-E]
I'm tired of the mother fucking jacking
Sweating my gang while I'm chilling in the shacking
Shining the light in my face, and for what
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt
I kick ass, or maybe cause I blast
On a stupid assed nigga when I'm playing with the trigger
Of any Uzi or an AK Cause the police always got something stupid to say
They put up my picture with silence
Cause my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gangsta, but still I got flavor
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waiting to get shot,
By me, or another nigga.
and with a gat it don't matter if he's smarter or bigger
[MC Ren: Size don't mean shit, he's from the old school, fool]
And as you all know, E's here to rule
Whenever I'm rolling, keep looking in the mirror
And there's no cue, yo, so I can hear a
Dumb mother fucker with a gun
And if I'm rolling off the 8, he'll be the one
That I take out, and then get away
And while I'm driving off laughing
This is what I'll say

[Eazy-E]
Fuck the police (4X)

[Dr.Dre]
The verdict
The jury has found you guilty of being a redneck,
white bread, chicken shit mother fucker
Wait, that's a lie. That's a goddamn lie
I want justice! I want justice!
Fuck you, you black mother fucker

[Eazy-E]
Fuck the police (3X)

Låttexten till Karmakontot av Timbuktu:

Sanna mina ord, mina damer och herrar
Ja vi kan hitta på, a vi kan hitta på
Ja vi kan bara hitta på, ja vi kan bara hitta på
Ja vi kan bara, ja vi kan bara

[Vers 1]
Jag gör det flera gånger om dan, jag menar väl väl
Jag menar väl bra, vad jag menar är, jag menar vad
Om gud sitter däruppe med nån sorts polygraf
Gör jag vågar på hans papper som en storm i ett glas
Gör man något är det klart att det kommer tillbaks
Man får man lov att känna hettan av ånger och kval
När karmakontot är övertrasserat, det e komplicerat
Men jag vet att jag kommer serveras min del av det hela
För ärlighet vara längst men
Jag önskar att det alltid kunde vara så enkelt
Men jag är en jävel på att trassla till
Ja, jag erkänner det nu men det e knappt jag vill

[Refräng x2]
Ingen kan ljuga som vi, eller vad tror ni
Jag tycker det liknar nån sorts
Sjuk typ av tragikomik o vi ramlar dit
Det sitter på karmakontot

[Vers 2]
Jag sa till Lisa att jag satt i ett möte
Men i själva verket fikade jag med Pia från Götet
Och Peter sa till mig att han var på släktmiddag
Men Ali såg honom med en tjej på Gräddhyllan
O syrran undrade varför jag inte hade dykt opp
Jag sa att jag skulle ringt med hade batteritorsk
O farsan sa till mej att hans hälsa var god
Men doktorn ringde morsan med en annan version
O Fiddy säljer crack o han går med pistol
O Diddy lägger rap för det är hans passion
O Bush sa att Saddam höll på att bygga ett vapen
O Cheney skulle minsann inte tjäna på saken
O jag sa till min bokare att jag hade feber
Men jag stod ändå på krogen o bedöva min lever
För man står bakom sanningen, gömmer sig bakom lögner
O shit, jag ljuger nog till och med när jag drömmer

[Refräng x2]

[Vers 3]
Jag ljuger för mig själv som om jag inte har en aning e
Den mest lättlurade på 15 mils radie
Om det enda jag vet e att jag inte vet nåt
Så går väl hela denna sanningsgrejjen fet bort
Så jag bygger luftslott med luftbroar mellan dom
Men i fantasin är det ju alltför sällan som
Lögner rinner förbi sanningen sitter kvar
Mellan jag, mig och vi är det nog trippelmoral
O rekordlåga sanningshalter funna i norr
Dom alltför svåra faktumen kan vi bortse från
Att vi står där och vippar mellan det sanna o falska
Vi hycklar o skarvar, kryddar det och saltar
O jag talar till och med sanning när jag ljuger
Ibland får samvete men ibland bara njuter

[Refräng]

[Outro]
Jag kan bara hitta på
Spotta en massa bluff o båg
Ja du kan hitta, på vi kan bygga en ridå
O så lever vi på låtsas så
Ja, jag kan bara hitta på
O du kan bara hitta på
Vi kan hitta på
Vi kan bygga en ridå
O så lever vi på låtsas så