The Change

By N.O.R.E.

On N.O.R.E.

Released on July 7, 1998

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[Verse 1]

My life is like a movie, ayo, the bad guy lose

Good guy win, weak nigga pretend

To be live when they not really

I smoke a foul Phillie

Write rhymes, try to stay illy

I got two seeds, had 'em both in the same month

Ain't plan it like that, but things occur

Baby moms hatin' me, I ain't hatin' her

Yo, you know what? Most of the time that's way the game go

One minute you high, next you low

Not a soul love you, they just love the dough

Sometimes I think if a nigga wasn't N.O.R.E. (What?)

Could I have bumped that bitch like I did? (What?)

And would I get ass as a regular kid?

Only twenty years, don't understand this shit

Nigga fake me, jealous of my manuscript

I manually flip, casually rip

For my loyal niggas, fuck the cats who snitch

I did a bid and came home survival thug

Y'all don't come through, so I don't show love

That's how they view me, hatin' me, wanna screw me

And your bitches only catch me in Jacuzzis

At some other shows, politickin' with my other pros

Kickin' back, what? Callin' up some other ho


[Chorus]

Yo, in a minute, I won't claim no set

Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the internet

W-W-dot-N.O.R.E., if not, call me

I used to dream of gettin' out of this rough shit

Now it seems like I'm trapped inside of thug shit

In a minute, I won't claim no set

Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the internet

W-W-dot-N.O.R.E., if not, call me

I used to dream of gettin' out of this rough shit

Now it seems like I'm trapped inside of thug shit


[Verse 2]

For my thug niggas just livin' they life

Drivin' expensive cars, always got one wife

Where they could hide the work at, how to eat plus to work that

Most of y'all hoes know y'all not worth that

And you know me, type of nigga play no D

I'm feelin' like my man Hollywood

Green chronic make me feel good

Total Recall the hood

Remember when niggas just stood where they should

Now these niggas actin' out of place, talkin' out they fuckin' face

Screamin' how they real when they the snakes

Yo, this Titanic bullshit, overdose shit, nap shit

Forty-eight hours left to clap shit

Crack shit, bogart like Bogota

While you imbeciles still really think y'all ill

Just 'cause you bust a gat don't mean you keepin' it real

Yo, I'm ill with the heat and I'm ill with the pill

On the street or on the mic, dick, what you like?

While y'all jealous niggas hatin' me just on spite

I'm like Digital Underground, do what you like

My Cartiers glow like lasers, Fantasias

At every show, what? Got y'all hoes pushin' up dasies

N.O.R.E., the way I plan this shit

Yeah, like Mase said, phonin' young bitches and shit


[Chorus]

Yo, in a minute, I won't claim no set

Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the internet

W-W-dot-N.O.R.E., if not, call me

I used to dream of gettin' out of this rough shit

Now it seems like I'm trapped inside of thug shit

In a minute, I won't claim no set

Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the internet

W-W-dot-N.O.R.E., if not, call me

I used to dream of gettin' out of this rough shit

Now it seems like I'm trapped inside of thug shit