Money Over Bullshit
Produced by L.E.S. & Wyldfyer.
[NAS]
My niggas got scarred grills
Skully hats and gats be fully's
Brrrat, cars peel, the East Coast cartel
Rats get their tails snapped and trapped
The snitches in the streets and the snitches who rap
Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of ya
Coroner choruses sung from The Bridge to Astoria
Dreams of falling in the elevator, passing floors
Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall
I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad luck prayers
Picture your tarot cards and bodyguards getting sprayed up
Sabotaging my makeup, my watches get laced up
Even if they indicted Jacob
Forensics, paramedics carry cowards off
Defibrillator shot to your chest, try to cough
They die and hit Hell from an iron
I'm fly in YSL, I'm paid from this shit
Got bitches high as hell, and they fucking like AIDS don't exist
They get sent to your hotel, I'm made of this shit
Put a barrel in a capo mouth
Till his scalp come out
You a kid, you don't live what you rap about
King poetic, too many haters to count
Too much paper to count
Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper, black carpet
Thinking about which nigga to target
You kill a nigga today, he lives forever
So I plotted out smarter, there'll be no martyrs
Black TEC on the table, Mag .44
Black negligee on my bitch, she's at the door
Black fish eggs, nigga, that's the caviar
You niggas fish-made, y'all niggas is fifth grade
Niggas, it's fifty ways to die, said the general
If I give ya the top five, you will not survive
Rule 1, cocksucker, keep my name from your tongue
Rule 2, thought ya knew don't fuck with God's Son
Rule 3, see, matter fact, I just wait
If y'all reach top five, then I'ma eat y'all alive
Each one of you guys that claim Hip-Hop is still alive
Like y'all ain't in agreement with Nas
Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
From crack pushers to Lac' pushers and ambushers
And morticians to fortresses, case-dismisses
Laced in riches, cake ridiculous
From nickel and diming to tricking them diamonds
Vegas, places in Switzerland
From non-blasting to auto, I don't have to blast mine
They blast mine, black nine, you flatline
My cash climb, buy rare art
Antique pieces, Mona Lisa's, own no leases
Five-star restaurant eaters; don't forget who your peeps is
'Sposed to dine with you, sip that good wine with you
Only if they grind with you - or slang for ya
Seen niggas live, laugh, party, and die in that very same corner
Pretty girls glance at us, status unconceivable
Private planes landed out in Teterboro, weed I twirl
Once even gave me a phobia
That I be in a spot trapped like Madame Zenobia's
With this kid eyeing my Rolly, y'all
Nas: Money Over Bullshit
posted by Fletch at 4:30 PM
14 Comments:
Nas starts off another album with a pretty hard-hitting, defiant pose. LES, who's definitely been a surprise, takes a dark-sounding piano and a slick, sinister whistle to paint the mood. The whistle has this casual feel to it, but, in this context, it's almost like it's grinning at the track. And then, lyrically, each of the verses offers up something new: In the first, you got an emphasis on imagery with the great opening line ("my niggas got scarred grills") and the whole elevator scene; in the second, there's the use of repetition with the use of "black", with "black fish eggs" being flipped nicely; finally, the rhyme scheme is the star of the third--it reads alright but sounds even better. Also, with the reference to "capo" aka Jim Jones, this is probably the closest Nas comes to "war" throughout the whole album. Sounds like a follow-up to Nazareth Savage, which is always a good thing. Great opener. . . .QB, bitch!
man this song is so gangsta...nas straigt up sons anybody who is even thinkin about comin at him...the second and third verse are amazing...great opening track...overall album..somewhere between a 8.5/9...if only because there wasnt a real street anthem or a premo track
I love this track for an opener. Right off the bat the god just releases fire on anynone that even thinks of mentioning his name. Production is wicked, L.E.S uses a hard beat with the whistling sound to go along with NaS mood. Eeach verse gets stronger. Its so clever the way he just blast Jim Jones without bringing a lot of attention to him. I love when nas talks shit at the end Q.B bithch like what!
What a terrific way to begin an overwhelmingly above average album. I'm not sure if many people will catch this comparison. Fuck it, I'll drop it anyway. MONEY OVER BULLSHIT reminds me of how Metallica's Master of Puppets started. It was such a potent and driving song that set the mood for the rest of the album. Both songs have a "don't fuck with us" attitude. My mouthed dropped when I heard Money Over Bullshit. I only wish he had followed it up with an equally powerful song.
Money Over Bullshit is Master of Puppet's BATTERY.
"If y'all reach top five, then I'ma eat y'all alive"
and there's that drum-type sound in there that reminds me of "Thugz Mirror"
Definitely A Banger! Like stated above a great opener MONEY OVER BULLSHIT (great title)Better Accronym that Money .Over. Bitches, Hes Simply Letting niggas know NAS IS NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH By any means. A Warning Track i would Call it....he breaks it down.."
I give ya the top five, you will not survive
Rule 1, cocksucker, keep my name from your tongue
....."If y'all reach top five, then I'ma eat y'all alive" The Beat is definitly a asset.Thanks to L.E.S he definitly did his thing on this 1..His flow is on target also..Real Hungry I Love it
I give it 4/5
Grimy beat from L.E.S(can't get that whistlin out of my head) with Nas killing his verse, but that hook is bad. A chopped up primo hook wouldve sounded better
After the second verse ends it sounds crazy how the last line is blended into the chours....."I said its dead muthafuckas" FUCKING SICK - LES is the man....
This is like an Illmatic/Ether type of track...But the drum pattern on this sounds ALOT like Black Republican as well. Thats the first thing I noticed.
agreed, chopped up primo would have been 10x better
My favorite joint on HHID nest to Let there be light--Esco
he doesnt say "I'm flying, wire or cell, I'm paid from this shit"..
he says "I'm fly in YSL, I'm paid from this shit"
as in Yves St. Laurent
Nas I love you,thanks for a great hip hop CD,you make a sistah.
It is a classic hiphop album,creative,imaginative and all the good stuff you bring!
P.S.Today James Brown was taken away from us,but with brothers like you Nas we can carry the legacy going.Thanks for loving us like no other.
Happy 2007 everyone,Peace!
'from crack pushers to Lac' pushers'
what is Lac'?
someone help me out with this.
If I had to guess, I would say its a car (cadillac?).
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