Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a baby's born time a man is murdered, the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only natural I My plateau, and also, defines my name First it was Nasty, but times have Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my for pain I spent time in the game, kept my mind on Saw shoot up and do lines of cocaine Saw my close friends shot, am I sane? That depends, carry to practice my aim On rooftops, tape CD to trees Line the barrel up with your weak picture then Street scriptures for lost souls, in the To the thugs hustling for cars that cost dough To the big dogs large, taking in light Pushing big toys, nice, enjoying your life Is you make it, suicide, few try to take it Belt tied around their neck in cells naked Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is And of N-A-S are the letters that spell NAS, NAS
"Nas is like" Earth, & Fire, rims and tires Bulletproof glass, inside is the driver in orbit, line 'em up with the stars Tarot cards, you can see the Nas "Nas is like" Iron Mike, type Before the Christ, the death The last one left, let my cash in stock Came a along way from blasting, on blocks Went Seiko to Rolex, owning acres From the projects with no chips, to large cake Dimes, giving fellatio, siete Bet my nine for the pesos But it all worth, can't take it with you under this Earth Rich men and tried, but none of it worked They rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid Before my number's called, history's Some'll fall, but I rise, or die choices, that determine my future under the sky To rob steal or kill, I'm why It's a game, is any man worthy of fame? Much success to you, even if you wish me the or later we'll all see who the prophet is
"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but nothing I'm like beef, heat through your windows I'm a street sweeper, green leaf breather Like Greeks in Egypt, somethin deep from they teachers I'm like crime, like nine, your man you would die for got you, I'm like Pac dude you would cry for I'm a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money Corporate accounts a rich company I'm ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races Combined in one like the '99 summer jam Hummer man I'm like being locked around new faces, and none of 'em fam I'm the feeling of a millionaire spending a grand I'm a poor dream, a thug poet Live it and I write down and I watch it up Y'all know what I'm like, y'all it your system every night Now