[Nas] Motherfuckin Dre!
[Dre] AHHHHHHH!
[Nas] Whassup my nigga?
[Dre] Sup NAS?
[Nas] Chillin God
[Dre] Niggaz is up in here hittin some of this CHRONIC nigga
[Nas] Yeah and this chocolate over here
They mixed this shit up
[Dre] Nigga hit some of this shit nigga
[Nas] Yeah, lemme get that
I’m tired of these niggaz, niggaz stealin beats
And niggaz is stealin, your whole techniques and shit
Niggaz wanna take everything from a nigga man
[Dre] Yeah yeah yo Nas it’s like this man
(“Nas is coming..”)
Niggaz can’t do it like I do it, d’yaknahmsayin?
Just like niggaz can’t do what you do
(“Nas is coming..”)
[Nas] Right, right
[Dre] You know, can’t nobody fuck with this
(“Nas is coming..”)
You know all these niggaz out here just..
(“Nas is coming..”)
talkin this East coast West coast bullshit
Niggaz need to kill that shit
(“Nas is coming..”)
and make some money, y’know?
[Nas] WORD!
(“Nas is coming..”)
[Dre] Fuck it
[Nas] What is it, what is it God?
(“Nas is coming..”)
[Dre] Let’s get together, make some fuckin music
[Nas] Right, that’s what I’m sayin, that’s what I’m sayin
[Dre] and get PAID, and just.. let that be it
(“Nas is coming..”)
All these niggaz talkin all this bullshit
(“Nas is coming..”)
better sit back, and watch what happens
(“Nas is coming..”)

[Nas]
The Golden Child chop that ass up, you was holdin out
Let the streets be the court – and corners hold the trial
Fatal not fictitious
I rock the cable 86 ??, foreign cars young with crazy bitches
Mad smoke makes me able to quote
Solicitin, ill editions of that Murder I WRote
A provocative plan, can bring a knot to my hand
As the pyramids that stand on top of the sand
In the heat of the moment, like Farrakhan said, we need atonement
Bulletproof glass, S-classes, chrome kitted up
Cali ?? lit it up
I didn’t get touched checking my nuts, I stood up and lit a Dutch
Clutchin gats quick to bust
But knowin how these niggaz tattle
I sneak move get the drop, one shot, without the gun battle
So when you run the lead travel
I come through it’s taboo
Ninety-six ways made to clap you

Chorus: *unknown singers*

Nas is comin, Nas is comin
Nas is comin.. (Nasty Nas is comin) Nas is comin
Nas is comin, Nas is comin
Nas is comin.. (Nasty Nas is comin) Nas is comin

[Nas]
In the black limo, Jack Daniels through the cracked window
I spot the fake, red dot his face, like a Hindu
Snatched the symbol, tied his hands too
Make examples, substantial amounts you owe, to the fam
Crew, Firm affliation, paper chasin
Chips glossy, rich Pablo Escabano
Sophisticado, Blazin hollows like Saddles
Rap apostle, nacho cheese, I’m Castro
compared to these niggaz who swear to be real
but impostors to Hoffa, Nas plague kills
Countin bills to send to all my jail niggaz who fell
From New York to L.A., Q.B. to C.P.T. for G.P.
A hundred G cars, Garcia Vegas cigars
Kani shit, mad jiggy
The clout, murder material serial scratched out
My name’s passed out like it’s somethin venereal
but back in stereo

Chorus

[Nas]
From childbirth to hearses, flow like the Nile cover surface
I bit the fruit from the Serpent
Apocalyptic, get bent, stay splifted
Control the rap game you got it twisted
Dr. Dre way the ‘Bridge say, shake dice and kiss it
Sip Crist’, push the six with biscuit
Jeep full of chickens, pull up beside, have a listen y’all, Nas y’all
Fly gangsta, wavy hair teeth chipped in
My shit bump, in the courtroom drunk, links truck
rocky bracelet, cognac kernel never chase it
Rap hero, black DeNiro
Federal Bureau, tapped my line and got zero
Rap pro, diamond roll, hustlin low –
pro-file, white gold style, rakin bloody dough by

(“Nas is . . .” -Nas) 7x

[Nas]
Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby’s bein born
Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it’s only natural, I explain
My plateau, and also, what defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I’m the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10’s to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees
Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze
Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustlin for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs livin large, takin it light
Pushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your life
is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course N – A – S are the letters that spell . . .
NAS, NAS

Chorus: scratching by DJ Premier (2X)

“Nas is like life or death.. I’m a rebel.. ”
“My poetry’s deep, I never fell..”
“Nas is like.. half man half amazing..”
“No doubt..”

[Nas]
“Nas is like..” Earth Wind & Fire, rims and tires
Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver
Planets in orbit, line em up with the stars
Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas
“Nas is like..” Iron Mike, messiah type
Before the Christ, after the death
The last one left, let my cash invest in stock
Came a along way from blastin, techs on blocks
Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin acres
From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough
Dimes, givin fellatio, siete zeros
Bet my nine spit for the pesos
But what’s it all worth, can’t take it when you under this Earth
Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked
They just rob your grave, I’d rather be alive and paid
Before my number’s called, history’s made
Some’ll fall, but I rise, thug or die
Makin choices, that determine my future under the sky
To rob steal or kill, I’m wondering why
It’s a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame?
Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite
Sooner or later we’ll all see who the prophet is

Chorus

[Nas]
“Nas is like..” Sex to a nympho, but nothin sweet
I’m like beef, bustin heat through your windows
I’m like a street sweeper, greenleaf reaper
Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin somethin deep from they teachers
I’m like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for
Always got you, I’m like Pop Duke you would cry for
I’m like a whole lot of loot, I’m like crisp money
Corporate accounts from a rich company
I’m like ecstasy for ladies, I’m like all races
combined in one man; like the ’99 summer jam
Bulletproof Hummer man
I’m like being locked down around new faces, and none of em fam’
I’m the feelin of a millionaire spendin a hundred grand
I’m a poor man’s dream, a thug poet
Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up
Y’all know what I’m like, y’all play it your system every night
Now..

Chorus

They don’t know what they like so much about it
They just go for any shiny old bauble, and nobody sparkles like you
But I can’t imagine it in better terms
Then naked, half-awake, about to shave and go to work

And I’m starting to think it could happen to me like it did to you
And I’m starting to actually feel it seep through the slick divide now
I don’t crack the door too far for anyone who’s pushing too hard on me

They don’t know what they like so much about it
Maybe it goes on the other side of the hallway
The writing’s so small from here
But I can’t imagine it in better terms
Then naked, half-awake, about to shave and go to work

I won’t decorate my live (x 6)

CHORUS
Nashville Cats, play clean as country water
Nashville Cats, play wild as mountain dew
Nashville Cats, been playin’ since they’s babies
Nashville Cats, get work before they’re two

Well, there’s thirteen hundred and fifty two
Guitar pickers in Nashville
And they can pick more notes than the number of ants
On a Tennessee anthill
Yeah, there’s thirteen hundred and fifty two
Guitar cases in Nashville
And any one that unpacks ‘is guitar could play
Twice as better than I will

Yeah, I was just thirteen, you might say I was a
Musical proverbial knee-high
When I heard a couple new-sounding tunes on the tubes
And they blasted me sky-high
And the record man said every one is a Yellow Sun
Record from Nashville
And up North there ain’t nobody buys them
And I said, “But I will”

And it was
CHORUS

Well, there’s sixteen thousand eight hundred ‘n’ twenty one
Mothers from Nashville
All their friends play music, and they ain’t uptight
If one of the kids will
Because it’s custom made for any mother’s son
To be a guitar picker in Nashville
And I sure am glad I got a chance to say a word about
The music and the mothers from Nashville

CHORUS


SPOKEN: Kick it

[Nas]
Uh, 2000 G

Yo, I need an encore y’all, you should welcome me back
You wanna ball till you fall, I can help you with that
You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hat
Cuz I’m a wild barbarian, too hard, I’m scarin’ ’em
Century 21 solar eclipse
While you listenin’ to the words that I wrote on the disc
Thelonius, my description is do-rags, pants sag down to my feet
AK is my heat, everyday in the street till I lay six feet
QB, PJs, and we playin’ for keeps
Jewelry, cars and Jeeps is my motto
Four-fives with the hollows, silencers on the nozzles
Pop bottles with those who left here
The best years, wearin a bulletproof vest years
The aim for the head and chest years
What’s your name? Make your name known
For the next year’s, better rep, yeah

1- Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus

Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus
Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar
Now he is Nastrodamus

I let y’all niggas bang my shit before Saddam hits
The Nastrodamus tell us what time it is
I was the first one on that Don shit
First nigga to sing a hook on some TJ Swan shit
Black ski masks up in the projects, camoulflage, full clips
Run up in your crib, tie up your bitch
Weigh the bricks and we loco, so broke, brown coke won’t sell
Spendin’ your money on weed, smoke and hotels
Hood rats and bullet wound up females
Got babies by hustlers and niggaz in jail
Slingin for chips and fiends with burnt finger tips
Base heads, killed cab drivers just for a hit
A week later, sportin’ Gators, gettin’ thrills
Our honies wearin’ Gucci high heels
She come to scoop me, I chill
Leave streets alone for a sec
Hit the sky bar, sunset, and the sex is so high-tech
Uh

Repeat 1

Now, lounge homeboy, you in the Godly zone
Rest in peace, Ill Will, now your name’s in the throne
We gon’ rep it the best that we can
Physically, you was killed by the weapons of man
But where you at now, you lamp laid in Mac’s now
Where Bravehearts put they rap down in honor of your name, you a legend
And they don’t understand how you see over from heaven
But that’s another level, brethren
Tow G’s, we got the type fam with Mac 11’s
We do squeeze, thought it’s not right
But that’s the zone that we left in
Bentleys, Porches, DRJ watches
Sick with the bread, Lamborghini trucks topless
Laptops with 100 gigabytes, ninja bikes
And we all roll dice, for each other’s ice
And how does one guy multiply to more than five wise guys?
But only one man, only the mind’s eyes, can understand that I’m…

Repeat 1

Ill Will
Nastrodamus
New LP for the 2G
Uh
Bravehearts
Nation
Big Things
Lucciano
Oh, the Lord again
M-O-B-B Deep
Zaire
Jungle
Raise hope

Gimme a beat!

Sittin’ in the movie show
Thinkin’ nasty thoughts
Better be a gentleman
Or you’ll turn me off
That’s right, lemme tell it

CHORUS:
Nasty, nasty boys, don’t mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty, nasty boys, don’t ever change
Oh you nasty boys

I don’t like no nasty girl
I don’t like nasty food
The only nasty thing I like
Is a nasty groove
Will this one do?
Uh huh, I know… say…

CHORUS

Nasty, nasty boys, gimme a nasty groove
Nasty, nasty boys, lemme see your nasty body move

I could learn to like this, listen up

I’m not a prude, I just want some respect
So close the door if you want me to respond
Cause privacy is my middle name
My last name is control
No, my first name ain’t baby
It’s Janet – Miss Jackson if you’re nasty

CHORUS

Nasty boys don’t mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys don’t mean a thing to me
Nasty… don’t mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys
(I like this part)

Hey! Who’s that thinkin’ nasty thoughts?
Nasty boys!
Who’s that in that nasty car?
Nasty boys!
Who’s that eatin’ that nasty fruit?
Nasty boys!
Who’s jammin’ to my nasty groove?
Nasty boys!

Ladies?
Nasty boys don’t mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys

I’m gonna tell you a little story
About this girl we used to know
She was a friend and so
I’ve only got one thing say
She’s so nasty!

Oooh Ooh Ooh

Goes a little something like this!
Hit it!

Looked into my eyes
As she passed me by
A smirk on her face
She turned and said “Hi”
Standing over there
Having no clue ’bout style or flair
Watching my hair
Don’t go there
Every time that you see me
You stop and stare
Body language was weak
So I turned the cheek
Hold me back, I’m about to speak
I’m about ready, Gonna call my peeps
“Listen Up, It’s the one Mis-Teeq!”

She’s a nasty girl
Messin’ my world
A nasty girl
(And I said Get up on the mic as we rocked this beat)
She’s a nasty girl (Yo!)
Messin’ my world (Here we go)
A nasty girl
(Our style is unique, Can not take the heat)

(She’s a fake)

Back in the day,
Back when I had nothing
You were my best friend (Ha!)
Self seeking, scheming
Change when you see a little money roll in
Pretentious, Dangerous
I should’ve never ever ever put my trust
Calculating and Devious
Or should I say another one
Bites the dust

She’s a nasty girl
Messin’ my world
A nasty girl
(And I said Get up on the mic as we rocked this beat)
She’s a nasty girl (Yo!)
Messin’ my world (Here we go)
A nasty girl
(Our style is unique, Can not take the heat)

She was so nasty
She was really really nasty
I gonna bring her down
She gonna bring her own self down
Ha Ha Ha
I gonna take you to the cleaners
Gonna wash your mouth out

How could you be so nasty
(Shame on you, Shame on you Girlfriend)
Spreading all your sh*t around
(You just nasty)

She’s a nasty girl
Messin’ my world
A nasty girl
(And I said Get up on the mic as we rocked this beat)
She’s a nasty girl (Yo!)
Messin’ my world
A nasty girl
(And I said 1, 2, 3, 4)

This just ain’t the way it goes
Mama never told you so
There just ain’t no way you see
Change will come eventually
This just ain’t the way it goes
Mama never told you so
There just ain’t no way you see
Change will come eventually

She’s a nasty girl (come again)
Messin’ my world (say what)
A nasty girl
(Sing it again, Sing it again)
She’s a nasty girl (Yo!)
Messin’ my world (Here we go)
A nasty girl
(Our style is unique, Can not take the heat)

You nasty, girl, you nasty
You nasty, girl, you nasty

[Yo Blaze you nasty]
[You know you nasty]
[Man you so nasty]
[You know you nasty]
[Yo Blaze you nasty]

Scabs and bubble gum penut butter on a toe nail,
Flicking buggers in your ginger ale,
It’s my tang, Bust in your face,
Didn’t wipe my butt so now it’s kinda itchy,
Drink douce bags like wine coolers,
And throw gang signs for all the old schoolers,
I stuck an AK in a hood rap booty,
Cause I found out she was a groupie,
If I blow ass, You gonna know fast,
All of you all gonna need a fuckin gas mask,
I’m the yellow shit underneath your armpit,
And when i toss that plaque then I spit,
I’m like clay, wet, smelly, and gray,
I wear the same clothes for every day,
Now you can hate me and try to say I’m trashy,
And if you go and ask somebody they’ll tell you that I’m nasty.

[You nasty Blaze you nasty]
That I’m Nasty
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[You nasty, You nasty]
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[You nasty, You nasty]

I use anybody killa rubber after him,
I ain’t paying shit, god its costly,
More money and not enough feel,
Word to your nedden, Im just tellin it to heal,
I suck the puss out my own pimples,
And spit it on your ass and fill up the dimples,
I’m the lint in your belly button,
Fuzzy like moe, Ain’t that something,
I like to fuck chickens, then kill ’em,
Barbaque sauce on my balls just for screwing ’em,
I go swimming, in a porta potty,
And have shit and piss on my face and body,
I like to party, with my pants off,
When my dick gets hard, smack it, it’ll go soft,
I suck blood, outa tampon,
I’m nasty as the mother fucking ground that I stand on,

(Only if you standing in a pile of shit!)

[You nasty Blaze you nasty]
Motha fucka
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[You nasty, You nasty]
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[you nasty Blaze you nasty]
[You nasty, You nasty]

I stay funky like a toe chip, I wipe,
Snot on your best friends little sisters pussy lip,
I got mice slippin in the holes in my back tryin to
evict them gays say fuck that,
Dirt under fingernails, wounds don’t heal,
Spit on my double burger value meal,
Get sex from hookers, with no teeth,
Still got tits, and limpy ass cheeks,
I’m the melted ice cream covered in ants,
Got dry blood and guts on my favorite black pants,
This one freaky bitch, tried to piss on me,
So I sat on her, so thats seeki seek,
The killaz don’t swing like that,
So open your mouth real wide, i stuffed in a bat,
Man why you think all the hood rats ask me,
Blaze why the hell you so damn nasty,

These are songs both nasty and delicious.
Speeches as facts and
speeches as wishes.

About closing up the gap between
What we say and what we mean
And the force that can come
Through a human being
When what we say IS what we mean.

[Trina]
Get involved with a nigga
Slob on a nigga
Take all his dough and then I dodge a nigga
Cuz I’m a nasty bitch, I leave a nigga dead broke
Snatch ya bread and cop a brand new coat
I’m da jazzy type
And I’ll only let you eat it if you ask me right
My coochie mad tight
Well more juice than a ?? when you peel the skin
But yo ain’t no fun if your tongue ain’t in
WHOO now this is where the madness start
So nigga fuck me with your tongue til ya lick my heart
I gotta body like a coke bottle watch me walk
So nigga work your mouth and don’t talk
OK

[Chorus: (Money Mark & Trina)]

Whoa like gay
Must say
I dont sweat
No tired ass nigga I sign my own check
I’m the Diamond Princess duthces of ??
Pussy stay tighter and wetter that all ya’lls

You nasty bitch you nasty (Uh huh)
You nasty bitch you nasty (UUUH huh)
You nasty bitch you nasty (What)
Trina you so nasty
You nasty bitch you nasty (Uh huh)
You nasty bitch you nasty (UUUH huh)
You nasty bitch you nasty (What)
Trina why you so dirty

[Trina]
Uh! Phat back wit a real slim waist (What’s wrong)
Cant talk with a pussy in ya face then
ULULULUL Keep me sprung with the tongue like
ULULULUL Make me cum til Im numb
Oh Yes! Rub my chest
Make me wet
Doggy style and do it just like that
And lick the sweat it taste just so sweet
When I pop my cock and make ya drop to da beat like
DU DU DU Nasty Bitch
Make a nigga sell his dick just to buy me shit
And just to keep me lookin raw Imma find his shit
And if you wit me girlfriends the shake ya hine to dis
OK

[Chorus]

[Mark] Du du du
[Trina] Back dis ass up
[Mark] Du du du
[Trina] Back dis ass up
[Mark] Du du du
[Trina] Back dis ass up
[Mark] Du du du
[Trina] Back dis ass up
Back dis ass up [repeat 4x’s]
C’mon C’mon C’mon

[Trina]
Broke ass nigga’s can’t roll with
And even rich nigga’s can’t get a hold
Neva back up fuck game long and strong
Coochie so good bring a pappy home
OK

[Chorus]