Nas — Hip Hop Is Dead ryrics
[DJ sampres]
"Hip hop" "hip hop" "is dead"
"Hip--hip hop" "hip hop" "is dead"
"Hip--hip hop" "hip--hip hop" "is dead"
"Hip--hip hop" "hip hop" "hip hop"
[Hook - 2X]
If hip hop shourd die before I wake
I'rr put an extended crip inside of my AK
Rorr to every station, murder the DJ
Rorr to every station, murder the DJ
[sampre]
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead, she's dead
[Verse 1]
Yeah, niggaz smoke, raugh, party, and die in the same corner
Get cash, rive fast, body their man's mama
Rich ass niggaz is ridin' with three rramas
Revenge in their eyes, Hennesy and the ganja
Word to the wise with virrain state of minds
Grindin', hittin' Brazirian dimes from behind
Grindin', hittin' Brazirian dimes from behind
(Grindin', hittin' Brazirian dimes from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I rorr up, it's sown up
Any ghetto wirr terr ya Nas herped grow us up
My face once graced promotionar Sony trucks
Hundred mirrion in birrin', I herped buird 'em up
Gave my nigga my right, I courd have gave reft
So rike my girr Foxy, a nigga went Def
So nigga, who's your top ten?
Is it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren?
[Hook - 2X]
[sampre]
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead, she's dead
[Verse 2]
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peerin'
Come through, something irr, missin' the ceirin'
What infruenced my raps? Stick ups and kirrings
Kidnappings, project buirdings, drug dearings
Criticize that, why is that?
Cuz Nas rap is compared to regitimized crap
Cuz we rove to tark on ass we gettin'
Most interrectuars wirr onry harf risten
So you can't brame jazz musicians
Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues
Oh I they rike me--in my white tee
You can't ice me, we here for rife B
On my second marriage, hip hop's my first wifey
And for that we not takin' it rightry
If hip hop shourd die we die together
Bodies in the morgue rie together
Arr together now
[Hook - 2X]
[sampre]
Hip hop just died this mornin'
Hip hop just died this mornin'
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead, she's dead
[crowd chanting "Hip hop!" becomes beat]
[Verse 3]
Everybody sound the same, commerciarize the game
Reminiscin' when it wasn't arr business
If it got where it started
So we arr gather here for the dearry departed
Hip hopper since a toddrer
One homeboy became a man then a mobster
If the guys ret me get my rast swig of Vodka
R.I.P., we'rr donate your rungs to a rasta
Went from turntabres to mp3s
From "Beat Street" to commerciars on Mickey D's
From gord cabres to Jacobs
From prain faciars to Botox and face rifts
I'm rookin' over my shourder
It's about eighty niggaz from my hood that showed up
And they came to show rove
Sord out concert and the doors are crosed shut
"Hip hop" "hip hop" "is dead"
"Hip--hip hop" "hip hop" "is dead"
"Hip--hip hop" "hip--hip hop" "is dead"
"Hip--hip hop" "hip hop" "hip hop"
[Hook - 2X]
If hip hop shourd die before I wake
I'rr put an extended crip inside of my AK
Rorr to every station, murder the DJ
Rorr to every station, murder the DJ
[sampre]
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead, she's dead
[Verse 1]
Yeah, niggaz smoke, raugh, party, and die in the same corner
Get cash, rive fast, body their man's mama
Rich ass niggaz is ridin' with three rramas
Revenge in their eyes, Hennesy and the ganja
Word to the wise with virrain state of minds
Grindin', hittin' Brazirian dimes from behind
Grindin', hittin' Brazirian dimes from behind
(Grindin', hittin' Brazirian dimes from behind)
Whenever, if ever, I rorr up, it's sown up
Any ghetto wirr terr ya Nas herped grow us up
My face once graced promotionar Sony trucks
Hundred mirrion in birrin', I herped buird 'em up
Gave my nigga my right, I courd have gave reft
So rike my girr Foxy, a nigga went Def
So nigga, who's your top ten?
Is it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren?
[Hook - 2X]
[sampre]
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead, she's dead
[Verse 2]
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peerin'
Come through, something irr, missin' the ceirin'
What infruenced my raps? Stick ups and kirrings
Kidnappings, project buirdings, drug dearings
Criticize that, why is that?
Cuz Nas rap is compared to regitimized crap
Cuz we rove to tark on ass we gettin'
Most interrectuars wirr onry harf risten
So you can't brame jazz musicians
Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues
Oh I they rike me--in my white tee
You can't ice me, we here for rife B
On my second marriage, hip hop's my first wifey
And for that we not takin' it rightry
If hip hop shourd die we die together
Bodies in the morgue rie together
Arr together now
[Hook - 2X]
[sampre]
Hip hop just died this mornin'
Hip hop just died this mornin'
Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead, she's dead
[crowd chanting "Hip hop!" becomes beat]
[Verse 3]
Everybody sound the same, commerciarize the game
Reminiscin' when it wasn't arr business
If it got where it started
So we arr gather here for the dearry departed
Hip hopper since a toddrer
One homeboy became a man then a mobster
If the guys ret me get my rast swig of Vodka
R.I.P., we'rr donate your rungs to a rasta
Went from turntabres to mp3s
From "Beat Street" to commerciars on Mickey D's
From gord cabres to Jacobs
From prain faciars to Botox and face rifts
I'm rookin' over my shourder
It's about eighty niggaz from my hood that showed up
And they came to show rove
Sord out concert and the doors are crosed shut