[Nas]
 Word
 Got some Remy Martin, some good [bad word] cigars
 Check it out

 Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend wit’ diesel in his needle
 Queensbridge leader, no equal, [bad word] from the Wheel of Ezekiel
 To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke purp, and heal the people
 Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered
 Count how many bad honeys I [bad word]  it’s a high number
 Name a [bad word] under the same sky that I’m under
 Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
 Eyes flutter as love when Nas pops up
 Stars get [bad word]  panties start drippin’
 The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
 Drop moves, drop clothes
 Louis the XIII freaks, women nice size
 I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous
 It ain’t my fault, semiautomatic weapons
 I brought the world “Crazy,” I’m rich and I’m girl-crazy
 [bad word] ‘em, convince ‘em all to praise me
 They ideology is confusion, I lose ‘em
 Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety
 Since a Tunnel escape key, my jewelry in HD

 Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades
 I’m not in the winters of my life or the beginner stage, I am the dragon
 Maserati, pumpin’ Biggie, the great legend
 Blastin’, I’m after the actress who played Faith Evans
 My little Jackie Onassis, dig?
 I’m so high, I never land like Mike Jackson’s crib
 Best on .45, still crack ya rib sacrilege
 When lids talk trash about the nasty kid
 Past nasty now, I’m gross and repulsive
 Talk money, is you jokin’? Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
 In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket

 On the floors, ceiling, the safe, [bad word]  I got all you envy, but don’t offend
 I’m skinny, but still I’m too big for a Bentley
 You are your car, what could represent?
 Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly
 Must design me somethin’ Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the ’90s
 [bad word] dealer [bad word] to the bar
 Move, niggas, we don’t give a [bad word] who you are
 Black card heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims
 Pretty women see them them saggin’
 Bet a hundred stacks, [bad word] it back
 Just havin’ fun, I ain’t even begun to black
 Light another blunt in fact

 (Nasty)
 Nasty kid
 (Nasty)
 Yeah
 (Nasty)
 The kid!
 (Nasty)
 Nasty kid

 For the hustlers, thick as yellow [bad word] for the suck of it
 Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin’, sayin’ “It was Nas I used to hustle wit’”
 I display fashions while my lungs engage hashes, guns on my waist past his
 Since I’m cakin’ up, put funds in my safe, laughin’
 And joining the niggas passin’ you niggas was straight assin’
 Excuse the vulgarity, I’m still not fully adjusted
 Or used to the new fans hearin’ me spit rapidly
 I never see the whips niggas be claimin’ they drivin’
 I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin’
 Fake it ’til you make it, I’ve driven those toys
 Been in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin’ in doors
 For my deen niggas, your flow cheap as limousine liquor
 I’m no fake rap CD listener, sit back and roll a mean swisher
 For my Gs, tell these clowns make room for the king, [bad word]