When Eminem was in his prime, he was simply untouchable. His run from 1999 to 2003 was legendary, and it’s one of the greatest five-year runs for a rapper of all time.
Whether it was blowing off the door to pop culture with “My Name Is,” selling 1.78 million copies of The Marshall Mathers LP in one week, or earning rap’s first Academy Award with “Lose Yourself”, everything Em touched during that time turned to gold.
Which brings us to our main point: Em’s guest appearances. Surprisingly, he didn’t drop as many guest verses during his peak years as you would have thought, especially compared to rappers these days who are turning in dozens of them per year. But best believe, whenever Em popped up on another rapper’s track, it was unforgettable. Just ask Jay-Z, or 50 Cent, or Dr. Dre.
From “What’s the Difference” and “Forgot About Dre” to “Dead Wrong” and “Renegade,” here are the 10 greatest Eminem guest appearances of all time.
10. The Game ft. Eminem – “We Ain’t”
Album: The Documentary
Released: January 18, 2005
Producer: Eminem, Resto
Only Dre can judge me for the mistakes I'm making If I'm faking, I'm Clay Aiken You ain't 50 and you ain't Game, you lame, you're tame, bitch You're mild sauce, you ain't ready to make that flame switch You'll end up in the same situation, same shit Different day, just with different gangstas in your face, which Way do you wanna face when your brain's hit pavement? Think of what you'll say to Pastor Mase and save it For the day that they got them affidavits waving In my face, looking for answers, rap sensation Eminem battles to ward off accusations That he had somebody blasted, the mask of Jason Was found at the scene of the task with masking tape And the victim's penis up his ass, a basket case And they ask him to clean up his act, you bastards wasting Too much time, me no kiss ass, and if that's the case then We ain't going!
9. Lil Wayne ft. Eminem – “Drop the World”
Released: February 2, 2010
Producer: Hit-Boy, Chase N. Cashe, Travis Barker
Man, it feels like these walls are closin' in, this roof is cavin' in Oops, time to raise it then, your days are numbered like pages in My book of rhymes; got 'em cookin', boy, this crooked mind of mine got 'em all shook And scared to look in my eyes, I stole that fuckin' clock: I took the time and I Came up from behind and pretty much snuck up and butt-fucked this game up Better be careful when you bring my name up, fuck this fame, that ain't what I came to claim, but the game ain't gonna be the same on the day that I leave it But I swear, one way or another, I'ma make these fuckin' haters believe it I swear to God, won't spare the rod, I'm a man of my word, so your fuckin' heads better nod Or I'ma fuck around in this bitch and roast everybody Sleep on me, that pillow is where your head'll lie, permanently, bitch, it's beddy-bye This world is my Easter egg, yeah, prepare to die! My head is swole, my confidence is up, this stage is my pedestal I'm unstoppable, Incredible Hulk, you're trapped in my medicine ball I could run circles around you so fast your fuckin' head'll spin, dog I'll split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives, I'll fuckin'—
8. Sway & King Tech ft. RZA, Tech N9ne, Eminem, Xzibit, Pharoahe Monch, Kool G Rap, Jayo Felony, Chino XL & KRS-One – “The Anthem”
Album: This or That
Released: June 15, 1999
Producer: King Tech
This place is my house I might as well erase my face with Wite-Out ‘Cause y'all can't see me like Ma$e's eyebrows (Where you at?) Climbed out of a nice house through the front window And heard this guy shout, "Hey, that's my couch!!" Pull a 9 out durin' a rhyme bout While I'm rippin' this shit, put a clip in and spit five rounds And murder you hoes worse than a convertible flippin' vertical Nose-first with the top off landin' upside-down Get tied down and duct-taped—fuck rape! I'd rather just hump a slut's leg with my nuts shaved It's Sway and Tech, two disk jockeys Breakin' so many freakin' needles, I wonder if they inject? This place is my house I might as well erase my face with Wite-Out ‘Cause y'all can't see me like Ma$e's eyebrows (Where you at?) Climbed out of a nice house through the front window And heard this guy shout, "Hey, that's my couch!!" Pull a 9 out durin' a rhyme bout While I'm rippin' this shit, put a clip in and spit five rounds And murder you hoes worse than a convertible flippin' vertical Nose-first with the top off landin' upside-down Get tied down and duct-taped—fuck rape! I'd rather just hump a slut's leg with my nuts shaved It's Sway and Tech, two disk jockeys Breakin' so many freakin' needles, I wonder if they inject?
7. Lloyd Banks ft. Eminem, 50 Cent & Nate Dogg – “Warrior Part 2”
Album: The Hunger for More
Released: June 29, 2004
It's like a throne that he don't even own He won't sit down, give him a crown, he just throws it around It’s like a joke, he’s like a king, but he don’t rule a thing He don't want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry He don't want the room, he don't want the loot, he's in it for the sport Running circles 'round his competition on the court He appreciates your support, but he ain't begging for it And you can love it, you can hate it, but you can't ignore it You can't be that ig-nor-ant, though you can try to sell him short But you can't fuck with his last joint or the one before it And he was born to raise hell like them country boys And if I'm fronting, man, you better come confront me for it
6. Dr. Dre ft. Xzibit & Eminem – “What’s the Difference”
Released: November 16, 1999
Producer: Dr. Dre, Mel-Man
A'ight, hold up, hold up! Stop the beat a minute! I got somethin' to say, Dre I wanna tell you this shit right now while this fuckin' weed is in me (What the fuck?) I don't know if I ever told you this But I love you, dog, I got your motherfuckin' back (Right), just know this shit Slim, I don't know if you noticed it But I've had your back from day one, nigga, let's blow this bitch I mean it, dog—you ever need somebody offed: "Whose throat is it?" Well, if you ever kill that Kim bitch, I'll show you where the ocean is Well, that's cool, and I appreciate the offer But if I do decide to really murder my daughter's mama I'ma sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her And cruise around with her for seven hours through California And have her wavin' at people (Hi!) Then drop her off on the corner at the police station And drive off, honkin' the horn for her (*Beep-beep!*) Raw-dog, get your arm gnawed off Drop the sawed-off and beat you with the piece it was sawed off of Fuck blood, I wanna see some lungs coughed up Get shot up in the hot tub 'til the bubbles pop up In they nose and cough snot up, mucus and hot water That's for tryna talk like The Chronic was lost product That's for even thinkin' of havin' them thoughts thought up And you better show some respect whenever the Doc's brought up So what's the difference between us? We can start at the penis Or we can scream, "I just don't give a fuck!" and see who means it
5. Drake ft. Kanye West, Lil Wayne & Eminem – “Forever”
Album: More than a Game (soundtrack)
Released: August 27, 2009
There they go, packin' stadiums as Shady spits his flow Nuts they go, Macadamian, they go so ballistic, whoa He can make them look like bozos He's wonderin' if he should spit this slow, fuck no Go for broke, his cup just runneth over, oh no He ain't had him a buzz like this Since the last time that he overdosed They been waitin' patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose Back into the game and they know Rap will never be the same as befo' Bashin' in the brains of these hoes And establishin' a name as he goes The passion in the flame is ignited You can't put it out once we light it This shit is exactly what the fuck That I'm talkin' about when we riot You dealin' with a few true villains Who stand inside of a booth, truth-spillin' And spit true feelings until our tooth fillings Come flyin' up out of our mouths, now, rewind it Payback, motherfucker For the way that you doubted me, how's it taste? When I slap the taste outta your mouth With the bass so loud that it shakes the place I'm Hannibal Lecter, so just in case you're thinkin' of savin' face You ain't gonna have no face to save By the time I'm through with this place, so Drake
4. Dr. Dre ft. Eminem – “Forgot About Dre”
Released: November 16, 1999
Producer: Dr. Dre, Mel-Man
So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?) Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way? Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup) Just study a tape of N.W.A One day I was walkin' by With a Walkman on, when I caught a guy Gave me an awkward eye ('Chu lookin' at?) And strangled him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge When I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage Hoppin' out with two broken legs tryna walk it off Fuck you too, bitch, call the cops I'ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfuckin' barkin' dogs And when the cops came through Me and Dre stood next to a burnt-down house With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still weren't found out (Right here!) So from here on out, it's the Chronic II Startin' today and tomorrow's anew And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew Chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady Hotter than a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up When the temp goes up to the mid-80s Callin' men ladies Sorry Doc, but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's okay, go with him, Hailie (Dada?)
3. The Notorious B.I.G. ft. Eminem – “Dead Wrong”
Album: Born Again
Released: October 26, 1999
Producer: Chucky Thompson, P. Diddy, Mario “Yellow Man” Winans, Pierre, Easy Mo Bee
There's several different levels to Devil worshiping Horses' heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism Animals, having sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits But I don't get into that, I kicked the habit I just beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh And I never eat you unless the fucking meat looks fresh I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin', I got a .9 in my pocket And baby, I'm just dyin' to cock him He's ready for war, I'm ready for war I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw My Uzi's heavy as yours, yeah you met me before I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before Marshall will step in the door, I'll lay your head on the floor With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall Red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore Met on the second, wed on the third, then she's dead on the fourth I'm dead wrong!
2. 50 Cent ft. Eminem – “Patiently Waiting”
Album: Get Rich or Die Tryin’
Released: February 6, 2003
They think they're crazy, but they ain't crazy, let's face it, shit, basically They're just playin' sick, they ain't shit, they ain't sayin' shit—spray 'em, 50 A to the K, get in the way, I'll bring Dre and them with me And turn this day into fuckin' mayhem, you stayin' with me? Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryna confuse you When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu You get the message? Am I gettin' through to you? You know what's comin'? You motherfuckers don't even know, do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix 'em up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot The juggernauts to this rap shit, like it or not It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot You put your life in this, nothin' like survivin' a shot Y'all know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this dot Shit, what you know about death threats, 'cause I get a lot Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers Some cowards fucked with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours Better evacuate all children (Woo), it's nuclear showers There's nothin' spookier, you're now about to witness the power of fuckin' 50
1. Jay-Z ft. Eminem – “Renegade”
Album: The Blueprint
Released: September 11, 2001
Producer: Eminem, Luis Resto
See, I'm a poet to some, a regular modern-day Shakespeare Jesus Christ, the king of these Latter-day Saints here To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me as A monger of hate, satanist, scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case, see, it's a matter of taste We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape? Media scapegoat who they can be mad at today See, it's as easy as cake, simple as whistlin' "Dixie" While I'm wavin' the pistol at sixty Christians against me Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics In holy water, no wonder they tried to hold me under longer I'm a motherfuckin' spiteful, delightful eyeful The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you What did I do? (Huh?), I'm just a kid from the gutter Makin' his butter off these bloodsuckers, 'cause I'm a motherfuckin'