NAS LYRICS - Money Over Bullshit

"Money Over Bullshit"



[Verse 1: Nas]

My niggaz got scarred grills

Skully hats and gats be fullys

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 gettin' 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 flyin', wire or cell, I'm paid from this shit

Got bitches high as hell, and they fuckin' 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!



[Hook: Nas]

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



[Verse 2: Nas]

Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper, black carpet

Thinkin' 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 niggaz fish-made, y'all niggaz is fifth grade

Niggaz, it's fifty ways to disect 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 ya 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 wit Nas

That shit is dead motha'fucka, it's dead bitch



[Hook: Nas]

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



[Verse 3: Nas]

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 nine, 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 niggaz 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 Rolly, y'all



[Hook: Nas]

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



[Outro: Nas]

There it is, QB bitch, yea, QB bitch, yea, yea, QB bitch