Money Over Bullshit

By Nas

On Hip Hop Is Dead

Released on December 19, 2006

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[Verse 1]

My niggas got scarred grills, skully hats and gats be full-ies – 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

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 in this 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!)


[Chorus]

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (Mourn)

Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn

Afraid not of none of you cowards (Hahaha), but of my own strength

Afraid not of none of you cowards, but of my own strength

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn

(My own strength, nigga! That's what I'm afraid of!)

Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn (Hahaha)

Afraid not of none of you cowards, but of my own strength

Afraid not of none of you cowards, but of my own strength


[Verse 2]

Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper, black carpet

Thinking 'bout 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' four-four

Black negligée 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 you 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 ya guys that claim Hip-Hop is still alive

Like y'all ain't in agreement with Nas

I said it's dead, motherfucker


[Chorus]

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (It's dead, bitch!)

Money Over Bullshit (Hahaha), 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


[Verse 3]

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 9 blastin' to

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

'Posed 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'd be in a spot, trapped like Madame Zenobia

With this kid eyein' my Rollie, y'all


[Chorus]

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (Mourn)

Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn

Afraid not of none of you cowards (Hahahaha), 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-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


[Outro]

There it is! QB, bitch! Yeah…

QB, bitch! Yeah, yeah… QB, bitch!