Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a being born time a man is murdered, the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only I explain My plateau, and also, defines my name First it was Nasty, but have changed Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for I spent time in the game, my mind on fame Saw shoot up and do lines of cocaine Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim On rooftops, tape CD to trees Line the barrel up with your weak picture then Street for lost souls, in the crossroads To the corner thugs hustling for that cost dough To the big dogs living large, in light Pushing big toys, getting nice, your life Is you make it, suicide, few try to take it Belt tied around their neck in jail cells 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, is the realest driver Planets in orbit, line 'em up the stars cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas "Nas is like" Iron Mike, messiah Before the Christ, the death The last one left, let my cash invest in Came a along way blasting, tecs on blocks from Seiko to Rolex, owning acres From the projects with no chips, to cake dough Dimes, fellatio, siete zeros Bet my nine for the pesos But what's it all worth, take it with you under this Earth Rich men and tried, but none of it worked They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and Before my number's called, made Some'll fall, but I rise, or die Making choices, that determine my under the sky To rob steal or kill, I'm why It's a dirty game, is any man of fame? success to you, even if you wish me the opposite Sooner or we'll all see who the prophet is
"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but nothing I'm beef, bustin heat through your windows I'm like a street sweeper, green breather Like Greeks in Egypt, learning somethin deep from they I'm like crime, your nine, your man you would die for Always got you, I'm Pac dude you would cry for I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm crisp money Corporate accounts from a rich I'm like for ladies, I'm like all races in one man; like the '99 summer jam Bulletproof man I'm like being down around new faces, and none of 'em fam I'm the of a millionaire spending a hundred grand I'm a poor dream, a thug poet Live it and I write and I watch it blow up Y'all know what I'm like, play it your system every night Now