(Intro)
I just need y'all to try to bear with me for a minute
While I talk about the pages of my diary
Listen up

(Verse 1: Dr. Dre)
I remember when I got started my intention was to win
But a lot of shit changed since then
Some more friends became enemies
in the quest of victory
But I made a vow, never let this shit get to me
I let it pass, so I consider that part of my history
And I'm strong; financially, physically
Mentally I'm on a whole 'nother level
And don't forget that I came from the ghetto
Sold a new house for my moms, that's special
I let you going shopping till your feet get tired
Then a new Benz just for you to ride in
When I didn't have it, you provided
Don't be surprised that I built an enterprise
And my house got a view of the city like a highrise
I'm just talking to my diary, I'm just talking to my diary

(Hook)
When I open up my book I think about the world later
No ink in the pen, no lines on the paper
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
Sometimes when I got a lot of shit on my mind
I'm just staring at the sky, you probably thinkin' I'm high
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary

(Bridge)
Now puff-puff-pass got a nigga having flashbacks
I remember how it used to be
Now my money like Nasdaq, my checks
you can cash that
I remember how it used to be

(Verse 2: Dr. Dre)
I used to be a starving artist
so I would never starve an artist
This is my passion, it's where my heart is
It gets the hardest
when I think about the dearly departed
Like the nigga I started with
I know Eazy can see me now
looking down through the clouds
And regardless, I know my nigga still proud
It's been a while since we spoke but you still my folks
We used to sit back, laugh and joke
Now I remember when we used to do all-nighters
You in the booth and Cube in the corner writing
Where Ren at? Shout out to my nigga Yella
Damn, I miss that
Shit, a nigga having flashbacks

(Hook)
When I open up my book I think about the world later
No ink in the pen, no lines on the paper
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
Sometimes when I got a lot of shit on my mind
I'm just staring at the sky, you probably thinkin' I'm high
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary

(Outro: Trumpet)