Nas: Sex, drugs, money and murder

Nas talking: Yo Nore I just can't understand what be going through brothers minds man Know what I'm saying! You try to tell a brother when he going the wrong way, try to put him on the right way, he don't wanna hear that though, so you just gotta let a nigga go (Nas) Death followed'em before it swallowed'em whole it was signs he shoulda read that was inside of his soul niggas light dutchies to'em now, so long missa muthafucka, but still life goes on hope I'm rich on my last day clutching some ass, niggas say he came and went got a nut when he passed, an old man laying dead on my bed, wit some young shit screaming out FREEDOM when I slung to her chest after that chill, be a bitch wit a hex every nigga she sex, be the next put ta rest (Noreaga) Yo if you live, you a member in 85 when it was just bats and knives, made men and made wives things changed, sell the Jetta, cop the Range sending slugs that a leave that ass cripple as a child had nemia wit out the sickle N-O-R-E, nore, grand markey always wanted to be in this game since Biz Markie we fuck it up what light dro, throw the chalk up ever since crack came in little capsules we control blocks, rock flat-tops had two spots, selling blue tops seeing Benni cop new rocks (Nas) Four wheel flow wit the rowdy thugs Queens out,smoke Cali budd feened out, my thoughts leak out I speak out, what's worth dying for freedom,respect or both what's worth ya tears being broke or when ya man get smoked it all depends if you used to having ends in his ceased instead of cry, more see, whoevers fly in the beef on the other hand, if it's not ya real fam deceased and you used to funerals, then it ain't that deep so when you kep slingin me myself, I do my thing in the streets since i was young I was anxious to eat (Noreaga) Yo since a young sibling had every flavor Timberland always had jumpshot, and always dribbling yo macarole, Jose lay like casserole, dolomite type the Jungle low, cut the China white come check ya,mix henney wit the nectars on straight flights while y'all catch connectors, if it was up to me the whole world would be comfortably since it's not, y'all niggas stay fucked up I think about y'all too much and be bankrupt,so nigga get yours, I got mine so WHAT WHAT (Nas) Sex and money go togother like techs and nine shells swiss cheese you and cover it up like Rahswell, cartel yo ain't seen no iller regime the Stellarsteen profecy project warrior, owns property crack is hated, cops get jealous cause I stay wit the 98 temporary plates on my whip the system think its not right Arista could fuck a cops awife cause I'm on, televisi-on and live the pop life I rock mics, make mils soundscan sales, one point whatever records professionist skills, moneys the root of evil but it make you happy don't wanna shoot my people but still they might clap me cause I talk like Dr.Malacayork play the sidewalk, hold fort diamond plate chaiun, gold fort get in tune, rich like Ricky form Silver Spoon Frank Lopez crib, elevators and living rooms (Noreaga) A yo we still in Queens same place where we used to be most people don't see us cause we usually out touring leave the hood, now the hood boring NORE, you know me, we regulated straight from Iraq to QB, affilated it's like a Higher Learing from 99th street down to Vernon letting our heat burst burning like Henney wet, throwing up my set catch me on the Startek bout to set the connect Yo Sex,Drugs, Money and Murder beers and sex, Lands and Lex in the projects the fourth floor, where we score through our cooker D's shook up, hit the block now you looker! (Nas and Noreaga talking) NAS: It's like the battle will symbolize the war, and the war symbolize the winners of the battle, no what I mean, go at ya neck! Either you in it or you in the motherfucking way baby! NORE: Word up, we analate ya ass! NAS: Queens style, no what I'm saying! NORE: Ish me Allah da men a Raheem! NAS: Queens style, Brooklyn style! NORE: Went from selling cracks to making raps, to fucking hoodrats! NAS:Lefrak and QB!