“Nuthin’ but a G Thang” is a single composition in the album The Chronic, featuring Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre. It was the first single track of the 1993 album, and for many of us, the first time we were introduced to Snoop Dogg.

The song shows the party life in Long Beach, California. Here are some fun facts about the single.

Fun Facts: 

• “Nuthin’ but a G Thang” featured several popular names like Kurupt, Warren G, The D.O.C., Suga Free, R.B.X., and Daz Dillinger.
• “G” is a term used by the West Coast homeys to describe a gangsta. 
• It is considered the song that brought G-funk to the public. It played in dance clubs, R&B radio stations, and even the occasional pop station. 
• Its music video had numerous obscene scenes censored by MTV.
• “Nuthin’ but a G Thang” is considered one of the 500 songs that shaped Rock and Roll. 
• It’s Dr. Dre’s only song on the Rolling Stone 500 Greatest Songs of All Time. It reached #419. 
•  It reached the Billboard Hot 100 on March 20th, 1993, and topped U.K.’s Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Singles & Tracks during its debut.
• The song raised concerns in the Senate about possibly promoting violence among children. The hearing brought about the Advisory labels.
• XXL Magazine mentioned “Nuthin’ but a G Thang” as Hip Hop Song of the Decade.
• On March 24th, 1993, “Nuthin’ but a G Thang” went platinum after selling over 1,250,000 music records.

Lyrics 

One, two, three and to the four

Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door

Ready to make an entrance so back on up

‘Cause you know we’re ’bout to rip shit up

Give me the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble

Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble

Ain’t nuthin’ but a G thang, baby

Two loced out niggas going crazy

Death Row is the label that pays me

Unfadeable so please don’t try to fade this (Hell yeah)

But, um, back to the lecture at hand

Perfection is perfected so I’ma let ’em understand

From a young G’s perspective

And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive

You never know, she could be earnin’ her man and learnin’ her man

And at the same time burnin’ her man

Now, you know I ain’t with that shit, Lieutenant

Ain’t no pussy good enough to get burnt while I’m up in it (Yeah)

And that’s realer than Real-Deal Holyfield

And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel

Well, if it’s good enough to get broke off a proper chunk

I’ll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

It’s like this and like that and like this and a—

It’s like that and like this and like that and a—

It’s like this and like that and like this and a—

Dre

Well, I’m peepin’ and I’m creepin’ and I’m creepin’

But I damn near got caught ’cause my beeper kept beepin’

Now it’s time for me to make my impression felt

So sit back, relax, and strap on your seat belt

You never been on a ride like this befo’

With a producer who can rap and control the micstro

At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick

You know and I know, I flow some old funky shit

To add to my collection, the selection

Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don’t choke

If you do, you’ll have no clue

Of what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do

It’s like this and like that and like this and a—

It’s like that and like this and like that and a—

It’s like this, and who gives a fuck about those?

So just chill ’til the next episode

You’ve got the feeling

Rock the other side

You’ve got the feeling (Yeah, yeah)

Fallin’ back on that ass with a hellafied gangsta lean

Gettin’ funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens

It’s the capital S, oh, yes, I’m fresh, N, double-O, P

D, O, double-G, Y, D, O, double-G, you see

Showin’ much flex when it’s time to wreck a mic

Pimpin’ hoes and clockin’ a grip like my name was Dolemite

Yeah, and it don’t quit

I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin’ G shit (Hell yeah)

So, Dre (What up, Dogg?)

Gotta give ’em what they want (What’s that, G?)

We gotta break ’em off somethin’ (Hell yeah)

And it’s gotta be bumpin’ (City of Compton)

Is where it takes place, so when asked, your attention

Mobbin’ like a motherfucker but I ain’t lynchin’

Droppin’ the funky shit that’s makin’ the sucker niggas mumble

When I’m on the mic, it’s like a cookie, they all crumble

Try to get close and your ass’ll get smacked

My motherfuckin’ homie Doggy Dogg has got my back

Never let me slip, ’cause if I slip, then I’m slippin’

But if I got my nina, then you know I’m straight trippin’

And I’ma continue to put the rap down, put the mac down

And if you bitches talk shit, I have to put the smack down

Yeah, and you don’t stop

I told ya I’m just like a clock when I tick and I tock

But I’m never off, always on to the break of dawn

C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city they call Long Beach

Puttin’ the shit together

Like my nigga D.O.C., no one can do it better

Like this, that and this and a—

It’s like that and like this and like that and a—

It’s like this, and who gives a fuck about those?

So just chill ’til the next episode

You’ve got the feeling

Rock the other side

You’ve got the feeling (Yeah, yeah)

You’ve got the feeling

Rock the other side

You’ve got the feeling (Yeah, yeah)

You’ve got the feeling

Rock the other side

You’ve got the feeling (Yeah, yeah)