Story Board - Nas

Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley

Of course with me, this chick who’d make Bobby divorce Whitney

Brazilian candy, from Miami

Masseuse, wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion

Hate rap, told me where she get cake at

She’s a part-time dancer, part time romancer

Tries to be a mother when she gets a chance to

Left her husband alone to raise they son, he’s in pampers

Modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree

33, recovering from plastic surgery

Went from 34B to 36 double D

Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl party

Had the Henny, sipped it up with Terrell Davis

MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated

I was silked out, flossing with Stoute, he had the gators

When she walked in, she lit up the room like Las Vegas

Terrell said her man’s a fullback for the Raiders

A drunk who’d fuck cheerleaders and wind up in the papers

It’s easy to get the pussy, just don’t fall in love

Next thing you know I’m hugged up with this bitch in the tub

Palm Springs, Al Capone’s Suite washing her feet

Is this love?

Somebody’s wife fucking a thug

Hitting it raw, tasting it, wilding out of my character

Taping it, Tyra Banks face with Faiths lips

Giving head like she knew me for years

Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me bout her husbands affairs

Millions she would get if his neck got slit

She rolled the equality, then passed the la to me

Told me 'bout her man’s life insurance policy

He stays on the golf course, wears Le Coq Sport

Evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort

You can take him there, here go the keys, you can slip in the rear

Chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somewhere

So we can make more money, then you could ever see rapping

Split the cash and move to Venezuela, adapting

P-11's, ACP shells for blasting

Caught him with his spanish maid

He had a lighter with a can of spray, burning her legs

She tied to the bed, sex S&M, sadomasochistic

Sadistic, yoked her from behind, blew him out exsistance

His maid cried «No», lucky she was blindfold

Naked with mad burn marks all on her thighs, yo

Twelve point five million, he kept his funds

In the Lloyd’s of London, goes to his wife and his children

Yo, I thought «What if shorty gets scared, electric chair’s all I envision

All she’ll probably get is psychiatric supervision»

I switched the plan, the maid flied to Switzerland

Fake ID, forged his wife name, catch the next flight

The same night, headed to Spain, nice game

Now we’re back to where we meet again

Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop-top Azure Bentley

Of course with me, this chick who’d make Bobby divorce Whitney

Top down, night air blow her hair

Sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare

Fastlane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash

Took a blast out of her coke bag

Snorted it, started screaming «Yo, we almost crashed!»

Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it with crushed up glass

Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep

Overwhelmed by greed, put to death