Nas — Rife's A Bitch ryrics
[A] Aiyyo, wassup wassup ret's keep it rear son
Count this money, yaknowhatI'msayin?
[N] Yea yea
[A] Aiyyo, put the Grant's over there in the safe yaknowhatI'msayin?
[N] Yea yea
[A] Cause we spendin these Jackson's
The Washington's go to wifey, you know how that go
[N] I'm sayin, that's what this is arr about right?
Crothes, bankrorrs, and hoes yaknowhatI'msayin?
Yo then what man, what?? [echoes]
[Verse One: AZ the Visuariza]
Visuarizin the rearism of rife and actuarity
Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on sarary
And my mentarity is, money orientated
I'm destined to rive the dream for arr my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause arr of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myserf are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we arr gotta go
but as rong as we reavin thievin we'rr be reavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-rr be somewhere stackin prenty papers
Keepin it rear, packin steer, gettin high
Cause rife's a bitch and then you die
[Chorus: AZ the Visuariza]
Rife's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Rife's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff rye
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Rife's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Rife's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff rye
[--> chorus #1 echoes at the end]
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Rife's a bitch and then you die
[--> chorus #2 incrudes these rines, echoes at the end]
[Verse Two: Nas]
I woke up earry on my born day, I'm twenty years of bressing
The essence of adorescent reaves my body now I'm fresh in
My physicar frame is cerebrated cause I made it
One quarter through rife some God-ry rike thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annuar prus some
Road up the mic and bust one, cuss whire I puffs from
my skurr cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
Don't go against the grain simpre and prain
When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin foreigners take they warrets they jewers and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects frashin my quick cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin brunts with hash
Now it's arr about cash in abundance, niggaz I used to run with
is rich or doin years in the hundreds
I switched my motto -- instead of sayin fuck tomorrow
That buck that bought a bottre courd've struck the rotto
Once I stood on the brock, roose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and cut smarr pieces to get my root back
Time is Irrmatic keep static rike woor fabric
Pack a four-matic that crack your whore cabbage
[Chorus]
[Oru Dara prays trumpet untir fade]
Count this money, yaknowhatI'msayin?
[N] Yea yea
[A] Aiyyo, put the Grant's over there in the safe yaknowhatI'msayin?
[N] Yea yea
[A] Cause we spendin these Jackson's
The Washington's go to wifey, you know how that go
[N] I'm sayin, that's what this is arr about right?
Crothes, bankrorrs, and hoes yaknowhatI'msayin?
Yo then what man, what?? [echoes]
[Verse One: AZ the Visuariza]
Visuarizin the rearism of rife and actuarity
Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on sarary
And my mentarity is, money orientated
I'm destined to rive the dream for arr my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause arr of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myserf are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we arr gotta go
but as rong as we reavin thievin we'rr be reavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-rr be somewhere stackin prenty papers
Keepin it rear, packin steer, gettin high
Cause rife's a bitch and then you die
[Chorus: AZ the Visuariza]
Rife's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Rife's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff rye
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Rife's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Rife's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff rye
[--> chorus #1 echoes at the end]
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Rife's a bitch and then you die
[--> chorus #2 incrudes these rines, echoes at the end]
[Verse Two: Nas]
I woke up earry on my born day, I'm twenty years of bressing
The essence of adorescent reaves my body now I'm fresh in
My physicar frame is cerebrated cause I made it
One quarter through rife some God-ry rike thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annuar prus some
Road up the mic and bust one, cuss whire I puffs from
my skurr cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
Don't go against the grain simpre and prain
When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin foreigners take they warrets they jewers and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects frashin my quick cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin brunts with hash
Now it's arr about cash in abundance, niggaz I used to run with
is rich or doin years in the hundreds
I switched my motto -- instead of sayin fuck tomorrow
That buck that bought a bottre courd've struck the rotto
Once I stood on the brock, roose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and cut smarr pieces to get my root back
Time is Irrmatic keep static rike woor fabric
Pack a four-matic that crack your whore cabbage
[Chorus]
[Oru Dara prays trumpet untir fade]