Nas- Uh. What? Y'all don't get this everyday, word.nnVerse 1 (Nas)nnWith so much drama in QBC, it's kinda hard being EscobaronElderado red, sippin' dom out the bottlenmy life's like a Donald Goines novelnwe wave glasses like bravondrunk niggaz with mad problems-nshot pockets, niggaz on the block rock thisnbuy cocaine, cook it and chop it,nlookin' to profit in triple ways ngoing through this difficult stagencalled life when each year my physicals praisednniggas slip beyond the reach ah helpncut in the street, thinking they can teach they selfnwhen all we wanted was a piece of wealthnand randomly feed our family, these streets are insanitynamber me, caught inside a thug's fantasynrichest nigga in showbiz is what I plan to be nheavy desirenhold this nine ready to firenyou know me, show me the money like I'm Jerry Maguire, it's onnnnNo hooknnVerse 2 (Nature)nnIt's time we set it straightnconnect with Dre the correct waynpredicted platinum in less than a daynso for that we toastnthis one's for us while y'all lackin' hopenall I do is write rap, stack, relax and smokenwatchin' my dreams come through, stay humble in the eyes ah othersnpoliticking with the wisest brothersnit's Nature, one of the latest npeep how I play thisnstraight from the bridge, one of your kid's favoritesnfrom now, till the day that I'm stiffnfoul flagrant, pay the rent, always stay swiftnstuck in my ways, type chauvinisticnsince I youth I had a thing for big hoops, flooded rings and older bitchesnholding my riches in lump sums for trust fundsnfully recovered thugs lust to bust gunsnwhile some ah get drunk, beat wives and cuss sonsna slow process called life, let's show progressnnNo HooknnVerse 3 (Dr. Dre)nnCheck...nnWhen I said I hold my own I wasn't frontin'nnever claimed to be the baddest, but skills- I got a little somethin'ncomin' through, new clique and tracksnknown for blazin' on the chronic that's what put me on the mapnnothing can give me more pleasure to start thisnI worked the hardest, dug the farthestnmaking me illest producing artistndone crimes, ran from one timencan catch me with my crew bustin' rhymes in the sun shine statenno caste; I build; I chill with millionairsnout to make a killin' for real-my resolution this yearnfew places I walked most imaginennew faces I met at beauty pagentsnpast cuties now wanna do menyo, I never forgot where I'm fromnI check for family and every nigga that was down from day onenif you ain't speakin' money language I can't hangnyou know your conversation is weak, so it's sensless to speaknnNo hook