[Produced by Salaam Remi]

[Intro: Nas & Big Kap]

(Y'all ready for Nas?

Queensbridge, y'all ready to see Nasty Nas?

Uh huh, they ready)

Yeah, word

Got some Rémy Martin

And some good-ass cigars, check it out

[Verse 1: Nas]

Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle

Queensbridge leader, no equal

I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel

To pop thousand-dollar bottles of Scotch

Smoke pot and heal the people

Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cutter'd

Count how many bad honeys I slut, it's a high number

Name a nigga under the same sky that I'm under

Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder

Eyes flutter, it's love when Nas pops up

Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin'

The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars

Drop Rolls, hoes drop clothes

Louis the XIII, freaks, women nice size

I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous

It ain't my fault, semi-automatic weapons I brought

The world crazy, I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy

Dick 'em, convince 'em all to praise me

They ideology is confusion, I lose 'em

Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety

Since the Tunnel and Skate Key, my jewelry in HD

[Verse 2: Nas]

Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades

I'm not in the winters of my life or the beginning stage, I am the dragon

Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the great legend

Blastin', I'm after the actress who played Faith Evans

My little Jackie Onassis, dig?

I'm so high I never land like Mike Jackson's crib

Vest on, .45 still crack ya rib, sacrilege

Talk trash 'bout the Nasty kid

Past nasty now, I'm gross and repulsive

Talk money, is you jokin'?

Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa

In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket

On the floors, ceilings, the safe, bitch, I got it

You envy, but don't offend me, I'm skinny, but still I'm too big for a Bentley

You are your car, what could represent me?

Too godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly

Must design me somethin' Tommy Montana from Queens had before the 90's

Drug dealer car, rush to the bar

Move, niggas! We don't give a fuck who you are

Black card heavy like a magnet in my stitched denims

Pretty women see them saggin'

Bet a hundred stacks niggas'll run it back

Just havin' fun, I ain't even begun to black, light another blunt in fact, haha...

[Interlude: Nas]

(Nasty) Nasty kid

(Nasty) Yeah...

(Nasty) The kid! (Nasty) Yeah...

(Nasty) Nasty kid (Nasty)

[Verse 3: Nas]

For the hustlers, thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it

Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin' saying, "It was Nas I used to hustle with"

I display fashions while my lungs engage hashish

Guns on my waist, past this

Since I'm cakin' up, put funds in my safe, laughin'

And joinin' the blunt passin' you niggas was straight assin'

Excuse the vulgarity, I'm still not fully adjusted

Or used to the new fans hearin' me spit rapidly

I never see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin'

I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin'

Fake it 'til you make it, I've driven those toys

Been in them wars, in the streets, cops kickin' in doors

For my team, nigga, your flow cheap as limousine liquor

I'm no fake rap CD listener

Sit back and roll a mean swisher

For my G's, tell these clowns make room for the king, nigga