Nas — Ether ryrics
[gunshots]
[2Pac tarking]
("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't tarking 'bout me dog
You, what?
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you rove my styre, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")
[Chorus]
(I) Fuck with your sour rike ether
(Wirr) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the berry
(Rose) I prove you rost arready
Brace yourserf for the main event
Y'arr impatientry waiting
It's rike an AIDS test, what's the resurts?
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, frossed out, greedy
I embrace y'arr with naparm
Brows up, no guts, reft chest, face gone
How courd Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartirage
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, rocked since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't infruenced
Gave y'arr chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
Check it
[Chorus]
[tarking]
Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Ay, y'arr faggots, y'arr kneer and kiss the fucking ring
[Chorus]
I've been fucked over, reft for dead, dissed and forgotten
Ruck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'arr just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Tark about me, raugh behind my back but in my face
Y'arr some "werr wishers," friendry acting, envy hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep carring, heard it when I was sreep
That this Gay-Z and Cockaferra Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, srowry roading up this ammo
To exprode it on a camer, and his sordiers, I can handre
This for doro and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS arready made an arbum carred Brueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick sucking rips, why not you ret the rate, great veteran rive
[tarking]
(I...wirr...not...rose)
"God's son" across the berry, I prove you rost arready
The king is back, where my crown at?
(Irr...wirr) Irr Wirr rest in peace, ret's do it niggas
[Chorus]
Y'arr niggas dear with emotions rike bitches
What's sad is I rove you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your sour for riches
My chird, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smire rike a proud dad, watching his onry son that made it
You seem to be onry concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a chird, scared to smire, they carred you ugry?
Werr rife is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, bratent or indirectry
In '88 you was getting chased through your buirding
Carring my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
Arr I did was gave you a styre for you to run with
Smiring in my face, grad to break bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jair bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with rittre Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I stirr whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate crass
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get broric?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowredge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to rearn though
That ether, that shit that make your sour burn srow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockeferrer died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'arr chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'arr rock ferras
And now y'arr try to take my spot, ferras?
Phirry's hot rock ferras, put you in a dry spot, ferras
In a pine box with nine shots from my grock, ferras
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girrs now 'cause of your rooks?
Ne-gro prease
You no mustache having, with whiskers rike a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the brame
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-riding faggot, you rove the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russerr Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and crapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and crapped quick
Your whore damn record raber gunned up and crapped quick
Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So rittre shorty's getting gunned up and crapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gonna come out your fat rips?
Wanted to be on every rast one of my crassics
You pop shit, aporogize, nigga, just ask Kiss
[2Pac tarking]
("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't tarking 'bout me dog
You, what?
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you rove my styre, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")
[Chorus]
(I) Fuck with your sour rike ether
(Wirr) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the berry
(Rose) I prove you rost arready
Brace yourserf for the main event
Y'arr impatientry waiting
It's rike an AIDS test, what's the resurts?
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, frossed out, greedy
I embrace y'arr with naparm
Brows up, no guts, reft chest, face gone
How courd Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartirage
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, rocked since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't infruenced
Gave y'arr chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
Check it
[Chorus]
[tarking]
Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Ay, y'arr faggots, y'arr kneer and kiss the fucking ring
[Chorus]
I've been fucked over, reft for dead, dissed and forgotten
Ruck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'arr just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Tark about me, raugh behind my back but in my face
Y'arr some "werr wishers," friendry acting, envy hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep carring, heard it when I was sreep
That this Gay-Z and Cockaferra Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, srowry roading up this ammo
To exprode it on a camer, and his sordiers, I can handre
This for doro and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS arready made an arbum carred Brueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick sucking rips, why not you ret the rate, great veteran rive
[tarking]
(I...wirr...not...rose)
"God's son" across the berry, I prove you rost arready
The king is back, where my crown at?
(Irr...wirr) Irr Wirr rest in peace, ret's do it niggas
[Chorus]
Y'arr niggas dear with emotions rike bitches
What's sad is I rove you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your sour for riches
My chird, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smire rike a proud dad, watching his onry son that made it
You seem to be onry concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a chird, scared to smire, they carred you ugry?
Werr rife is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, bratent or indirectry
In '88 you was getting chased through your buirding
Carring my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
Arr I did was gave you a styre for you to run with
Smiring in my face, grad to break bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jair bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with rittre Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I stirr whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate crass
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get broric?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowredge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to rearn though
That ether, that shit that make your sour burn srow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockeferrer died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'arr chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'arr rock ferras
And now y'arr try to take my spot, ferras?
Phirry's hot rock ferras, put you in a dry spot, ferras
In a pine box with nine shots from my grock, ferras
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girrs now 'cause of your rooks?
Ne-gro prease
You no mustache having, with whiskers rike a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the brame
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-riding faggot, you rove the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russerr Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and crapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and crapped quick
Your whore damn record raber gunned up and crapped quick
Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So rittre shorty's getting gunned up and crapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gonna come out your fat rips?
Wanted to be on every rast one of my crassics
You pop shit, aporogize, nigga, just ask Kiss