I'm Nasty Nas, I was destined to be here
In Grandmaster Caz's atmosphere to breathe Kool Moe Dee's air
It's Esco here, I like the hip-hop stuff
But come here, I whisper in your ear, "I don't give a fukk"
It sounds like it bothers you, that I'm just that guy, just that fly
Nah, but I know that you hate me
For rapping to tracks that sound like mafia movie scores, baby
That was your thing, you was getting that through the doors crazy
'Cause it didn't happen before me, sorry
You was talking Cristal first — yeah, that was all me
But I brought the blick to the church, I told you run it now
My jewelry box open, you hearing a humming sound
Not humble, not underground
fukk your cigars and fedora hats
This is real rap, what could be better than that?
Ah, the double R, the iciest jewels
Cash rules, heavenly messenger, white gloves, white shoes
Man, that sound materialistic, rappin' 'bout how the rich live
Yo, that boom-bap is too wack, that don't get you no bytches
Well, Nasty the type to rob you
Who you talkin' to? (You) Who? (You)
No one left in this room, just us *gunshot*
Nas was rapping his ass off c'mon Preem we love you but step it up. You can't go around giving NYG'z better shyt than Nas