Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a baby's being Same 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 have changed Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for I spent time in the game, kept my mind on Saw shoot up and do lines of cocaine Saw my friends shot, flatline am I sane? That depends, carry to practice my aim On rooftops, tape CD covers to Line the barrel up with your picture then squeeze Street for lost souls, in the crossroads To the corner thugs hustling for cars that cost To the big dogs living large, taking in Pushing big toys, getting nice, enjoying life Is what you it, suicide, few try to take it Belt around 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, Wind & Fire, and tires Bulletproof glass, is the realest driver in orbit, line 'em up with the stars Tarot cards, you can see the Nas "Nas is like" Mike, messiah type Before the Christ, after the The last one left, let my invest in stock Came a way from blasting, tecs on blocks Went from Seiko to Rolex, acres 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, take it with you under this Earth men died and tried, but none of it worked They rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid Before my called, history's made Some'll fall, but I rise, or die Making choices, that determine my under the sky To rob or kill, I'm wondering why a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame? Much to you, even if you wish 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 a street sweeper, green leaf breather Like Greeks in Egypt, learning somethin deep from teachers I'm like crime, your nine, your man you would die for got you, I'm like Pac dude you would cry for I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like money Corporate accounts a rich company I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm all races Combined in one man; the '99 summer jam Bulletproof man I'm like being locked down around new faces, and of 'em fam I'm the feeling of a millionaire spending a grand I'm a poor dream, a thug poet it and I write down and I watch it blow up Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it system every night Now