The sauce Lyrics – Eminem
“The Sauce” is one of four diss tracks released on Shady Times: Invasion, Pt. 1, in the feud between Eminem and Benzino. The song was premiered on November 21 by DJ Kay Slay and is a response to Benzino’s “Pull Your Skirt Up”, which was released one and a half months earlier.| Song Name : | The Sauce |
| Album / Movie : | The King Is Back |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
It’s all bad now, man, it’s all badBut y’all done fucked up nowYeah! Haha! New shit!Ayo, I just want the whole world to knowThat I did not start this, but I will finish it
Comin’ up, it never mattered what color you was
If you could spit, then you could spit
That’s it, that’s what it wasBack when motherfuckers was straight backpackin’Cipherin’, fightin’ for life in this rapFor the mic to get passed, and you psyched and you gassedThen you hype, ’cause you lastAnd you might whoop some ass; if you lost, then you lostShake hands like a man and you swallowed itWhen the Unsigned Hype column inThe Source was like our only source of lightWhen the mics used to mean somethin’, a four was likeYou were the shit, now it’s like the least you getThree and a half now just means you’re a piece of shitFour and a half or five means you’re Biggie, Jigga, NasOr Benzino—shit, I don’t even think you realizeYou’re playin’ with motherfuckers’ livesI done watched Dre get fucked on The ChronicProbably ’cause I was on itNow you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it slideI said I wouldn’t hold my fuckin’ breath to get a fiveShit, I was right, I’da fuckin’ died already tryin’I swear to God, I never lie, I bet that’s whyYou let that bitch give me that bullshit reviewI sat and took it, I ain’t look at the shit, we knewYou’d probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 tooFuck a relationship! We through!No more Source to street credit, them days is deadRay’s got AK’s to Dave Mays’s headEvery issue there’s an eight-page Made Men spreadWill somebody please tell whoever braids his headThat I am not afraid of this fuckin’ waste of leadOn my pencil, for me to write some shit this simpleSo, listen closely, as I break it down and proceedThis old G’s about to get smoked like rolled weedYou don’t know me or my motherfuckin’ motherYou motherfuckin’ punk!Put me on your fuckin’ cover just to sell your little sell-out magI ain’t mad, I feel bad, here’s an adHere’s a poster of Ray-Ray and his dadYou wanna talk about some shitThat you don’t know about, yeah?Let’s talk about how you’re puttin’ your own son out there
To try to eat off him because you missed your boatYou’re never gonna blow, bitch, you’re just too old
No wonder you’re sore now, lordy, you’re bored nowI’m pushin’ 30, you’re kickin’ 40’s door downBitch, this is war now, and you’ll never beat meAll you do is cheat me out of QuotablesBut you know that you’ll always see me on your TV‘Cause you’ve got to stay up ’til three in the morningTo see your video played once on BETSo, hee hee hee, who has the last laugh? Aftermath, yeahSo, on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks
We’ll never fold or hold backJust know that Benzino’s wack;No matter how many times I say his name, he’ll never blow, jack
You’re better off tryin’ to bring RSO back
Look at your track record, that’s how far it goes backIt’s extortion, and Ray owns a portionSo, half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from BostonBullyin’ and bossin’ Dave like a slave
They completely brainwashed him and forced him to stayLocked in his own officeAfraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New YorkAnd it’s pitiful, ’cause I would have never said shit if you’dHave kept your mouth shut, bitch, now what?Hit it, Clue! Spit it, Slay! New shit, exclusiveYo, Lantern, yo Whoo KidYou know what to do with thisUse it, I’m through, this is stupidI can’t believe I stooped to this bullshit to do thisAnd who you callin’ a bitch, bitch?! You owe me!