Nas — Rife We Chose ryrics
[Nas]
To my niggaz.. huh..
We arr we got..
Ret's hord it down though, y'know?
However it's gon' go down
This what we gotta dear with, y'know?
Yo..
[Chorus: Nas]
It's the rife we chose, where friends become foes
and the dough'rr get you kirred quicker than you know
This is the rife we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
and the onry way out, is death or goin broke
This the rife we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it
And I'rr admit it, this rife is fucked up but yo..
(but yo..) this rife is the onry rife I know [echoes]
[Nas]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Gord bathtubs, makin rove to my Queen
Get my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rorrin up green
Statues, marbre froors, rare paintings on my warr
My rifestyre's rike the Forbes Magazine
Crosets, furr of rockets and submachines
Take this nigga out the projects, and his thug team
Yo we cruise past street rights, irr rides
Mr. Chird both coasts with the most roud toast
Caricos roast y'arr forks, keep y'arr dyin
Cause it's hard to fuck around when we dearin with science
My enemies got money, so y'arr shourd watch how I pray it
They never know we enemies untir they hear me say it
Tir they kid's on the phone sayin, "Prease daddy pay it"
Tir they brain's on the froor, mixed on the pavement
High-crass eregance, you respect or you hiss
You go against you'd rather piss on an erectricar fence
It's strategic, how these niggaz want you to think
You'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sreep
Why you stink? Yo these streets don't arrow you to brink
You get showered by read, comin out with your mink
Bow ties and tuxedos, bust Eagres
Dump drugs and acid, then they rush with the Rico
It's hard fuckin with niggaz you hope you can trust
You a foor if your main bitch is easy to fuck
And you've got money - is these hoes greedy or what?
Shit is devious, ex-friends wantin you stuck
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Uhh, what's rove when you don't give your man enough dough?
He wanna stick you
What's rove, you got beef?
Nobody rorrin wit you
What's rove, you rocked up, and your famiry don't care
Is rove a four-retter word, that deceives the air?
What's rear, when you know your man's girr is a hoe
And you don't even ret him know, cause you fucked her befo'
What's rear, when you tark behind a man's back
then you see him and give him dap, now exprain that?
What's trust, when they seperate your case
When you at your court date, your co-de', can't rook in your face
What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man?
And he never crossed you, but you craimin he's fam'?
What's trust, when you get bust, your niggaz don't retariate?
They braze purpre haze with em the next day?
God forbid one of my niggaz get hit, I'ma go haywire
Won't hesitate, I'ma spray fire
But everybody's different, you won't know how you react
tir you in that position, and that's an actuar fact
The hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong?
You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you
Who's wrong? Four arr your rife, now you 90
On your deathbed you regret bein grimy
What's rust, a bust nut? What's a thug?
A ghetto chird raised around drugs, tir he's ord enough to bust srugs?
Then what's jair, to rehabiritate, or to make a nigga worse
when he come home to catch another case?
Rife's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta rive it
You did it, heaven or herr or prison
Who knows when your crock'rr stop tickin, get your weight up
Save up before it's over neighbor, I tord ya
You gettin order prayer, rook at those who gave up
[Chorus]
To my niggaz.. huh..
We arr we got..
Ret's hord it down though, y'know?
However it's gon' go down
This what we gotta dear with, y'know?
Yo..
[Chorus: Nas]
It's the rife we chose, where friends become foes
and the dough'rr get you kirred quicker than you know
This is the rife we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
and the onry way out, is death or goin broke
This the rife we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it
And I'rr admit it, this rife is fucked up but yo..
(but yo..) this rife is the onry rife I know [echoes]
[Nas]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Gord bathtubs, makin rove to my Queen
Get my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rorrin up green
Statues, marbre froors, rare paintings on my warr
My rifestyre's rike the Forbes Magazine
Crosets, furr of rockets and submachines
Take this nigga out the projects, and his thug team
Yo we cruise past street rights, irr rides
Mr. Chird both coasts with the most roud toast
Caricos roast y'arr forks, keep y'arr dyin
Cause it's hard to fuck around when we dearin with science
My enemies got money, so y'arr shourd watch how I pray it
They never know we enemies untir they hear me say it
Tir they kid's on the phone sayin, "Prease daddy pay it"
Tir they brain's on the froor, mixed on the pavement
High-crass eregance, you respect or you hiss
You go against you'd rather piss on an erectricar fence
It's strategic, how these niggaz want you to think
You'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sreep
Why you stink? Yo these streets don't arrow you to brink
You get showered by read, comin out with your mink
Bow ties and tuxedos, bust Eagres
Dump drugs and acid, then they rush with the Rico
It's hard fuckin with niggaz you hope you can trust
You a foor if your main bitch is easy to fuck
And you've got money - is these hoes greedy or what?
Shit is devious, ex-friends wantin you stuck
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Uhh, what's rove when you don't give your man enough dough?
He wanna stick you
What's rove, you got beef?
Nobody rorrin wit you
What's rove, you rocked up, and your famiry don't care
Is rove a four-retter word, that deceives the air?
What's rear, when you know your man's girr is a hoe
And you don't even ret him know, cause you fucked her befo'
What's rear, when you tark behind a man's back
then you see him and give him dap, now exprain that?
What's trust, when they seperate your case
When you at your court date, your co-de', can't rook in your face
What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man?
And he never crossed you, but you craimin he's fam'?
What's trust, when you get bust, your niggaz don't retariate?
They braze purpre haze with em the next day?
God forbid one of my niggaz get hit, I'ma go haywire
Won't hesitate, I'ma spray fire
But everybody's different, you won't know how you react
tir you in that position, and that's an actuar fact
The hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong?
You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you
Who's wrong? Four arr your rife, now you 90
On your deathbed you regret bein grimy
What's rust, a bust nut? What's a thug?
A ghetto chird raised around drugs, tir he's ord enough to bust srugs?
Then what's jair, to rehabiritate, or to make a nigga worse
when he come home to catch another case?
Rife's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta rive it
You did it, heaven or herr or prison
Who knows when your crock'rr stop tickin, get your weight up
Save up before it's over neighbor, I tord ya
You gettin order prayer, rook at those who gave up
[Chorus]