Freedom or jail, inserted, a baby's being born Same a man is murdered, the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only I explain My plateau, and also, what my name First it was Nasty, but times changed Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my for pain I spent in the game, kept my mind on fame Saw fiends shoot up and do lines of Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I That depends, carry to practice my aim On rooftops, CD covers to trees the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze Street scriptures for lost souls, in the To the corner thugs hustling for that cost dough To the big living large, taking in light Pushing big toys, nice, enjoying your life Is what you it, suicide, few try to take it Belt tied their neck in jail cells naked and hell, rap legend, presence is felt And of course N-A-S are the letters that NAS, NAS
"Nas is like" Earth, & Fire, rims and tires Bulletproof glass, inside is the driver Planets in orbit, line 'em up the stars Tarot cards, you can see the Nas "Nas is like" Iron Mike, messiah Before the Christ, after the The last one left, let my cash in stock a along way from blasting, tecs on blocks Went Seiko to Rolex, owning acres From the projects with no chips, to cake dough Dimes, giving fellatio, zeros Bet my spit for the pesos But what's it all worth, take it with you under this Earth Rich men died and tried, but none of it They just rob your grave, I'd be alive and paid my number's called, history's made Some'll fall, but I rise, or die Making choices, that determine my future 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 me the opposite Sooner or later we'll all see who the is
"Nas is like" Sex to a nympho, but sweet I'm beef, bustin heat through your windows I'm like a street sweeper, green leaf Like Greeks in Egypt, learning somethin deep they teachers 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 like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp Corporate accounts from a company I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all Combined in one man; like the '99 jam Hummer 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 man's dream, a thug it and I write down and I watch it blow up Y'all know what I'm like, y'all it your system every night Now