Money Over Bullshit - 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 fallin' in the elevator, passin' 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

Sabotagin' my makeup, my watches get laced up

Even if they indicted Jacob

Forensics, paramedics, carry cowards off

Defibrillators shock 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, a maid and shit

Put a barrel in a capo mouth, 'til 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, QB, bitch!

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

(My own strength nigga, that’s what I’m scared of, ha-ha)

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 dissect 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 you 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

That shit is dead motherfucker, it’s dead, bitch…

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

(My own strength nigga, that’s what I’m scared of, ha-ha)

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 dimin' to trickin' them diamonds

Vegas, places in Switzerland

From non-blastin' to auto, I don’t have to blast mine

They blast mine, black 9, 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 eyein' my Rollie, y’all

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

(My own strength nigga, that’s what I’m scared of, ha-ha)

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

There it is, QB, bitch!

Yeah…

QB, bitch!

Yeah, yeah… QB, bitch!