Jay Z - Ain't No Nigga

[Produced by Big Jaz]

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Fox Brown..

Yeah, Jay-Z, what

I keep it fresher than the next, bitch

No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch

With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed

You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me

You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver

You got your own '96 somethin' to ride

And keep your ass tight up in Versace, that's why

You gotta watch your friends, you got to watch me, they connivin'

Shit, the first chance to crack the bank, they try me

All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas

From the village to the telly

Time to kill it on your belly no question

Had more black chicks between my sheets than Essence

They say sex is a weapon

So when I shoot, meet your death in less than 8 seconds

Still poundin' in my afterlife

Laughin', my shit is tight, who you askin', right?

[Chorus: Foxy Brown & (Jaz-O) with ​​Jay-Z​​]

Ain't no nigga like the one I got

(No one can fuck you better)

Sleeps around but he gives me a lot

(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone

​​​Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah​​​

(Tell the freaks to find a man of their own

Man of their own, man of their own)

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fresh to death in Mo-schi-no, coach bag

Lookin' half black and Filipino, fakin' no jacks

Got you a beeper to feel important

Surroundin' your feet in Joan & David and Charles Jourdan

I keep you dove, but love

You know these hoes be makin' me weak

Y'all knows how it goes, B, and so I creep

I've been sinnin' since you been playin' with Barbie and Ken and

You can't change a player's game in the 9th inning

The chrome rim spinnin' keeps them grinnin'

So I run way the fuck up in 'em

And wrinkle they face like linen

I play hard until they say "God

He's keepin' it real, Jigga stay hard."

Lord, don't even trip, shit, I never slip

Nigga, get a grip, what you don't see is what you get

Weapons concealed, what the fuck y'all feel

When you niggas play sick we can all get ill

Fox Brown.. (what the deal?)

[Chorus: Foxy Brown & (Jaz-O) with ​​Jay-Z​​]

Ain't no nigga like the one I got

(No one can fuck you better)

Sleeps around but he gives me a lot

(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone

​​​Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah​​​

(Tell the freaks to find a man of their own

Man of their own, man of their own)

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

Ha, ha, right, right

Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie

Promise to stay monogamous, I try

But, love, you know these hoes be makin' me weak

Y'all know how it goes, B, so I stay deep

[Verse 4: Foxy Brown]

What up, boo? Just keep me laced in the illest snakes

Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs

Mackin' this bitch, wifey nigga

So when you flip that coke

Remember the days you was dead broke

But now you style and I raised you, basically made you

Into a don, flippin' weight, her-on and shit

You know the pussy is all that

That's why I get baguettes, 5 carats and all that

From Dolce Gabbana to H Bendel, I'm ringin' bells

So who the player? I still keep you in the illest gators

Tailor-made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin'

On how I fuck the best and shit

Especially when I'm sippin' Baileys

Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis

I push the Z, eatin' shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life

Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was

I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters

Before this rap shit, when you was in leathers and bullshit Berettas

And E classes with Mo in the glasses

Shows in Cali with all the flavor suede Bally's

Now all your mens is up in your Benz's

High post, I swear you be killin' me, playin' inside my pubic hairs

I never worry about them other chicks

'Cause you proved who was your wiz

When you was spendin' that bitch

I took a little when you was up north, your commissary stay pilin'

How you livin' large on the island?

All them collects have me vexed, but when you come home

Knew I was comin' off with half of them checks

Now we on the rise

Your diamond mami with the slanted eyes

Holdin' this grip, cocked the En Glee-Kay and shit

Fucks no, I see half of that dough

Made you into a star, pushin' hundred-thousand-dollar cars

[Chorus: Foxy Brown & (Jaz-O) with ​​Jay-Z​​]

Ain't no nigga like the one I got

(No one can fuck you better)

Sleeps around but he gives me a lot

(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone

​​​Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah​​​

(Tell the freaks to find a man of their own

Man of their own, man of their own)

Jay Z - Can l Live

[Produced by Irv Gotti]

[Intro]

Yeah, hah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella

We invite you to somethin' epic, you know?

Well, we hustle out of a sense of hopelessness

Sort of a desperation

Through that desperation, we become addicted

Sort of like the fiends we accustomed to servin'

But we feel we have nothin' to lose

So, we offer you, well, we offer our lives, right?

What do you bring to the table?

[Verse 1]

While I'm watchin' every nigga watchin' me closely

My shit is butter for the bread, they wanna toast me

I keep my head, both of them, where they supposed to be

Hoes'll get you sidetracked, then clapped from close feet

I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days

A brother gotta admire me from four fiends away

My pain, wish it was quick to see

From sellin' 'caine 'til brains was fried to a fricassee

Can't lie, at the time it never bothered me

At the bar, gettin' my thug on properly

My squad and me lack of respect for authority

Laughin' hard, happy to be escapin' poverty, however brief

I know this game got valleys and peaks

Expectation for dips, for precipitation we stack chips, hardly

The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in

No more Big Willie, my game has grown

Prefer you call me William

Illin' for revenues, Rayful Edmond-like

Channel 7 News, round seven jewels, head dead in the mic

Forgettin' all I ever knew, convenient amnesia

"I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure."

Lock my body, can't trap my mind

Easily explain why we adapt to crime

I'd rather die enormous than live dormant, that's how we on it

Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it

Presidential suites my residential for the weekend

Confidentially speakin' in codes since I sense you peekin'

The NSX rental, don't be fooled, my game is mental

We both out of town, dog, what you tryin' to get into?

Viva Las Vegas, see ya later at the crap tables

Meet me by the one that starts a G up

This way no Fraud Willies present gamblin' they re-up

And we can have a pleasant time, sippin' margaritas

[Hook]

Ge-ge-geyeahhh

Can I live?

Can I live?

[Verse 2]

My mind is infested with sick thoughts that circle

Like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you

Dual level like duplexes, in unity

My crew and me commit atrocities like we got immunity

You guessed it, manifest it

In tangible goods, platinum Rolex'd it

We don't lease, we buy the whole car, as you should

My confederation, dead a nation

Explode on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient

When it boils to steam, it comes to it

We all fiends, gotta do it: even righteous minds go through this

True this, the streets school us to spend our money foolish

Bond with jewelers and watch for intruders

I stepped it up another level, meditated like a Buddhist

Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous dreams of gettin' cream

"Let's do this," it gets tedious

So I keep one eye open like CBS — you see me stressed, right?

[Hook]

Can I live?

Can I live?

Can I live?

Can I live?

Jay Z - 22 Two's

[Audience clapping]

[Intro: Maria Davis]

Yo wassup everybody, this is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesdays, we here tonight to have a good time

("Yo! Start the show! Start the show!")

Wait a minute; I see my man over there, Jay-Z

Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that lil tape of yours, and it's phat

Why don't you come up here and kick a lil freestyle

Put that champagne down, and kick a lil freestyle for me tonight

[Intro: Jay-Z & Audience]

Can I kick it? (Yes you can!)

Can I kick it? (Yes you can!)

Can I kick it? (Yes you can!)

Y'all motherfuckers must've heard that Tribe Called Quest shit

Let's do it again!

Can I kick it? (Yes you can!)

Can I kick it? (Yes you can!)

Can I kick it? (Yes you can!)

Well I'm gone... check this out

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Too much West Coast dick lickin'

And too many niggas on a mission, doin' your best Jay-Z rendition

Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions

That you're just fish in a pool of sharks, nigga, listen

Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a ho

I'ma call you a ho, too many bitches are shady

Too many ladies give these niggas too many chances

Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is

Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances

No question; Jay-Z got too many answers

I been around this block too many times

Rocked too many rhymes, cocked too many nines, too

To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together

'Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever

I don't follow any guidelines 'cause too many niggas ride mine

So I change styles every two rhymes

[Interlude: Jay-Z]

Hah, what the fuck

That's 22 two's for y'all motherfuckers out there, nahmean?

Shall I continue? Check it out, what?

[Refrain: Jay-Z]

Can I kick it? (Yes you can!)

Can I kick it? (Yes you can!)

Can I kick it? (Yes you can!)

Well I'm gone... yo, yo, yo

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya

Whole groove like hold-up, swoll up

Too many faggot niggas clockin' my spendin'

Exercisin' your gay-like minds like Richard Simmons

If you could catch Jay right, on the late night

Without the eight, right, maybe you could test my weight, right

I dip, spit quicker than you ever seen

Administer pain, next the minister's screamin' your name

At your wake as I peek in, look in your casket

Feelin' sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin'"

You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty

Mine's thinkin' longevity until I'm seventy

Livin' heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what?

Nigga you broke, what the fuck you going to tell me?

[Outro: Maria Davis]

Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a phat track (aight)

Now this is comin' on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in '96?

(No doubt, no doubt)

Well, it is definitely the bomb! But you know I do wanna say somethin' to you, I know you've been havin' a lot of problems with the law

But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you 100%. Mad Wednesdays, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dame Dash, Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back any time!

(Hah, thanks a lot)

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, Ace, turn that music down. I smell some reefer, now you see? That's why, our people don't have anything, because we don't know how to go in places and act properly

("Hey, shut the fuck up!")

Wait a minute, wait a minute, who told me shut the eff up? Who told me to shut the eff up? Get him out of here! I'm not gonna continue this show, until you throw him out! Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech!

Thank you, he's out of here now, now like I was sayin'... we gotta build our own businesses, we gotta get our own record companies goin' like Roc-A-Fella Records, we got this, put our own money in our businesses...

Jay Z - D'Evils

[Produced by DJ Premier]

[Hook Samples: Snoop Dogg + Prodigy]

"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body"
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"Secret society, tryna keep they eye on me"
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body"
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"I can't die, I can't die, I can't die"

[Verse 1]

This shit is wicked on these mean streets
None of my friends speak, we're all tryna win
But then again, maybe it's for the best though
'Cause when they're sayin' too much
You know they're tryna get you touched
Whoever said illegal was the easy way out
Couldn't understand the mechanics
And the workings of the underworld, granted
Nine-to-five is how you survive, I ain't tryna survive
I'm tryna live it to the limit and love it a lot
Life ills poisoned my body, I used to say fuck mic skills
I never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti
That's right, it's wicked – that's life, I live it
Ain't askin' for forgiveness for my sins, ends
I break bread with the late heads
Pickin' their brains for angles on all the evils that the game'll do
It gets dangerous, money and power is changin' us
And now we're lethal, infected with D'evils

[Hook Samples: Snoop Dogg + Prodigy]

"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body"
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"Secret society, tryna keep they eye on me"
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body"
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"I can't die, I can't die, I can't die"

[Verse 2]

We used to fight for building blocks
Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killin'
The closest of friends when we first started
But grew apart as the money grew and soon grew black-hearted
Thinkin' back when we first learned to use rubbers
He never learned, so in turn I'm kidnappin' his baby's mother
My hand around her collar, feedin' her cheese
She said the taste of dollars was shitty, so I fed her fifties
About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced
I kept feedin' her money 'til her shit started to make sense
Who could ever foresee?
We used to stay up all night at slumber parties
Now I'm tryna rock his bitch to sleep
All the years we were real close
Now I see his fears through her tears
Know she's wishin' we were still close
Don't cry, it is to be; in time
I'll take away your miseries and make it mine, D'evils

[Hook Samples: Snoop Dogg + Prodigy]

"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body"
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"Secret society, tryna keep they eye on me"
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body"
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"I can't die, I can't die, I can't die"

[Verse 3]

My flesh no nigga could test, my soul is possessed
By D'evils in the form of diamonds and Lexuses
The Exorcist got me doin' sticks
Like, "Homie, you don't know me
But the whole world owe me, strip!"
Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fuckin' life
So now I'm down for whatever, ain't nothin' nice
Throughout my junior high years it was all friendly
But now this higher learning got the Remy in me
Liquor's invaded my kidneys
Got me ready to lick off – Momma, forgive me
I can't be held accountable, D'evils beatin' me down, boo
Got me runnin' with guys, makin' G's, tellin' lies that sound true
Come test me, I never cower
For the love of money, son, I'm givin' lead showers
Stop screamin', you know the demon said it's best to die
And even if Jehovah witness, bet he'll never testify, D'evils

[Hook Samples: Snoop Dogg]

"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"I can't die, I can't die, I can't die"

Jay Z - Feelin' lt

[Produced by Ski Beatz]

[Intro: JAY-Z]

Ha ha, ha ha

What.. '96 and forever

Rok-A-Blok, Roc-A-Fella

Yeah, keep it realer than most

Marcy, Brooklyn... yeah

[Chorus: Mecca]

I'm feeling it, fill the glass to the top with Moët

Feeling it, feel the Lex' pushing up on the set

I'm feeling it, feel the high that you get from the lye

Feeling it, if you feel it raise your L in the sky

[Verse 1: JAY-Z]

I keep it realer than most, I know you feeling it

Cristal's on ice, I like to toast, I keep on spilling it

Bone crushers I keep real close, I got the skill for this

On my back the flyest clothes, looking ill as shit

Transactions illegitimate 'cause life is still a bitch, and then you die

But for now, life, close your eyes and feel this dick

Since diapers, had nothing to live for like them lifers but

Making sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher

We paid the price to circle us, success, they turned my mic up

I'm 'bout to hit these niggas with some shit that'll light ya life up

If every nigga in your clique is rich, your clique is rugged

Nobody will fall 'cause everyone will be each others crutches

I hope you fools choose to listen, I drop jewels, bust it

These are the rules I follow in my life, you gotta love it

Jiggy-Jigga looking gully in the joint

If y'all niggas ain't talking 'bout large money, what's the point?

[Chorus: Mecca]

I'm feeling it, fill the glass to the top with Moët

Feeling it, feel the Lex' pushing up on the set

I'm feeling it, feel the high that you get from the lye

Feeling it, if you feel it raise your L in the sky

[Verse 2: JAY-Z]

Even if it ain't sunny, hey, I ain't complaining

I'm in the rain doing a buck 40, hydroplaning, what, shorty?

(Where you disappear to, son?) Maintaining

Putting myself in a position most of these rappers ain't in

I'm living, the ill streets' blues got you hunger pang-in'

Nothing to gain and a whole lot to lose, you still singing, fool

I'm thorough, in every borough, my name be ringing

Warming it up for the perfect time to hit your brain, and

Ya feelin' it? To all the girls that bought a girdle to conceal my bricks

No doubt, they can vouch my life is real as shit

'95 South and Papi on the Hill and shit

And all the towns like Cambridge that I killed with, shit

And all the thorough-ass niggas that I hustle with

Throw your joints in the air one time and bust your shit

These fake rappers can't really know I'm loving it, you feeling it?

[Chorus: Mecca]

I'm feeling it, fill the glass to the top with Moët

Feeling it, feel the Lex' pushing up on the set

I'm feeling it, feel the high that you get from the lye

Feeling it, if you feel it raise your L in the sky

[Verse 3: JAY-Z]

What, y'all ain't heard that nigga Jay hot?

The Cristals they keep me wet like Baywatch

I keep it tight for all the nights my momma prayed I'd stop

Said she had dreams that snipers hit me with a fatal shot

Those nightmares, ma, those dreams that you say you've got

Give me the chills but these mills, well, they make me hot

Y'all don't feel me, enough to stop the illing right?

But at the same time these dimes keep me feeling tight

I'm so confused, okay I'm getting weeded now

I know I contradicted myself, look, I don't need that now

It's just once in a blue when there's nothing to do

And the tension gets too thick for my sober mind to cut through

I get to zoning: me and this chick on the island and then we're boning

I free my mind sometimes I hear myself moaning

Take one more toke and I leave that weed alone, man

It got me going, shit

[Chorus: Mecca]

I'm feeling it, fill the glass to the top with Moët

Feeling it, feel the Lex' pushing up on the set

I'm feeling it, feel the high that you get from the lye

Feeling it, if you feel it raise your L in the sky

I'm feeling it, fill the glass to the top with Moët

Feeling it, feel the Lex' pushing up on the set

I'm feeling it, feel the high that you get from the lye

Feeling it, if you feel it raise your L in the sky

I'm feeling it, fill the glass to the top with Moët...

Jay Z - Dead Presidents ll

[Produced by Ski Beatz]

[Chorus: Nas]

Presidents to represent me (get money!)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)

I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (whose...)

[Intro: Jay-Z]

Rock.. on, Roc-A-Fella y'all

The saga continues.. (what the fuck?)

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch lettuce?

Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous, all the et ceteras

To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine

You feel the ambiance, y'all niggas just rhyme

By the ounce, dough accumulates like snow

We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel me?

Factions from the other side would love to kill me

Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat

Fuck 'em, they hate a nigga lovin' his life

In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin' my life

Hospital days, reflectin' when my man laid up

On the uptown high block, he got his side sprayed up

I saw his life slippin', this is a minor setback

Yo, still in all we livin', just dream about the get-back

That made him smile, though his eyes said "pray for me"

I'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully

Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process

And I ain't got nothin' but time

I had near brushes, not to mention

Three shots, close range, never touched me, divine intervention

Can't stop I, from drinkin' Mai-Tai's, with Ty-Ty

Down in Nevada, ha ha, poppa, word life

I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight

Partner, I'm still spendin' money from '88, what?

[Chorus: Nas]

Presidents to represent me (get money!)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)

I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (whose...)

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Geyeah, know what?

I'll make, you and your wack mans fold like bad hands

Roll like Monopoly, advance

You're coppin' me like white crystal

I gross the most at the end of the fiscal year than these niggas can wish to

The dead presidential candidate

With the sprinkles and the Presidential, ice that'll offend you

In due time when crime flees my mind

All sneak thieves and player haters can shine

But until then, I keep the trilliant cut diamonds shinin' brilliant

I'll tell you half the story; the rest, you fill it in

Long as the villain win

I spend Japan yen, attend major events

Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin'

J-A-Y hyphen, controllin', manipulatin'

I got a good life, man, pounds and pence

'Nough dollars make sense, while you ride the bench

Catch me swingin' for the fence

Dead presidents, ya know? Uh-huh

[Bridge: Nas]

Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (whose...)

Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (whose...)

[Chorus: Nas]

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)

I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (whose...)

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

Ha ha, yeah (ha ha) yeah, so be it

The Soviet, the Unified steady flow

You already know: you light, I'm heavy, roll heavy dough

Mic-macheted your flow

Your paper falls slow like confetti, mine's a steady grow, perico

Pay 580 for blow, better believe I have 1160 to show

My dough flip like Tae-Kwon

Jay-Z the icon, baby, you like Dom?

Maybe this Cristals'll change your life, huh? Roll with the winners

Heavy spinners like hit records: Roc-A-Fella

Don't get it corrected, this shit is perfected

From chips to chicks to strippin' a Lexus

Naked without your gun, we takin' everything you brung

We cakin', you niggas is fakin', we gettin' it done

Crime family, well-connected, Jay-Z

And you, fake thugs is unplugged like MTV

I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure

Dead presidentials, politics as usual—BLAOW!

[Bridge: Nas]

Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (whose...)

Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (whose...)

Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (whose...)

Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (whose...)

[Chorus: Nas]

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)

I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)

I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (whose...)