Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a baby's born Same a man is murdered, the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only natural I My plateau, and also, what 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, my mind on fame Saw fiends shoot up and do of cocaine Saw my close friends shot, am I sane? That depends, carry Mac-10's to my aim On rooftops, CD covers to trees Line the barrel up with weak picture then squeeze Street scriptures for lost souls, in the To the corner hustling for cars that cost dough To the big living large, taking in light Pushing big toys, getting nice, enjoying your Is what you make it, suicide, few try to it Belt around their neck in jail cells naked Heaven and hell, rap legend, is felt And of course N-A-S are the letters that NAS, NAS
"Nas is like" Earth, Wind & Fire, and tires Bulletproof glass, is the realest driver Planets in orbit, line 'em up with the cards, you can see the pharaoh 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 from Seiko to Rolex, owning From the projects with no chips, to cake dough Dimes, giving fellatio, siete Bet my nine for the pesos But what's it all worth, can't take it with you under Earth Rich men and tried, but none of it worked They rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid Before my called, history's made fall, but I rise, thug or die Making choices, determine my future under the sky To rob steal or kill, I'm why It's a game, is any man worthy of fame? success to you, even if you wish me the opposite Sooner or later all see who the prophet is
"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but sweet I'm like beef, bustin heat through windows I'm like a street sweeper, leaf breather Like Greeks in Egypt, learning somethin deep from they I'm like crime, like your nine, man you would die for Always got you, I'm 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 like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all Combined in one like the '99 summer jam Bulletproof man I'm being locked down around new faces, and none of 'em fam I'm the feeling of a millionaire a hundred grand I'm a poor man's dream, a poet Live it and I write and I watch it blow up Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it system every night Now