New York
Fat Joe; Ja Rule; Jadakiss Lyrics

Uh
exclamation before the start of the song

This is, this is, this is, this is, this is This is, this is
repetition to emphasize importance of what's being said

I got a hundred guns, uh I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips Nigga, I'm from New York, New York I got a semi-automatic that spits Next time if you talk, you talk And I know
boasts about owning a lot of guns and being from New York and threatens anyone who talks with his semi-automatic gun

Y'all niggas is pussy, punani, vagina Your monologue's getting tired, now it's time to ride Apprentice, you fired, you're no longer desired So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire I'm on fire, Harley dipped in octane Let East Coast bang, let West Coast bang And Rule gon' bring the ghetto gospel To every hood possible, pushing through in the sky blue Back with the Gods, you now, preferably the four pound Slugs flying at the speed of sound Tryna catch the ears of niggas that's running their mouths I might get my Brooklyn niggas to run in your house I don't really understand what the running's about But we're hunters, we take pride in airing our prey out Leaving 'em laid out dead, and just a sport 'Cause we ain't playin' up here in New York And you can tell the way that homie spit That, nigga, I'm from New York, New York (BX, BX, nigga, uh)
calls out other rappers for being weak and stale, brags about their power to destroy, and asserts their dominance over the rap scene in New York

I got a hundred ways to make a grip Yes, I'm from New York, New York (yes, uh) And you can tell I get real ignorant 'Cause, nigga, I'm from New York, New York And this is how we do
lists different ways of making money and emphasizes the attitude of aggression that comes from being from New York and how that influences their actions

Nigga, I can see the coke in your nose This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe And I was just about to find God But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a ménage
accuses other rappers of drug use, mentions a real-life example of violence and death in the rap industry, and switches the topic to sexual pursuits now that Ma$e is back

And everybody talkin' crazy how they're AK spit But we done did some investigatin', and they ain't spray shit Not me, I'm the truth, homie, got the industry shook like "Nah, nigga, Joe gon' let 'em loose on me" True story, I'm bringing the T back Even Roy Jones was forced to lean back (lean back) My nigga Dre said, "Grind, cook" Now we killing 'em hard Niggas sayin' I must've found Pun's rhyme book Got bitches on top of the Phantom And the pinky got bling like the ring around Saturn Cook Coke Crack, niggas fiend for that And you already know the X is where the team be at, uh
refutes claims from other rappers about their violence and weaponry, claims to be the truth and leave other rappers intimidated, and uses clever wordplay to describe their current success

Nigga, I'm from New York, New York (yeah) Ruff Rydin', D-Block and shit Nigga, fuck what you thought, you thought And you can't take shit for granted 'Cause life is too short, too short (yeah) I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips (uh, yeah) Nigga, I'm from New York
reasserts their identity as being from New York and points out that life is too short to not make every move count

Yo, I swear it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch Dependin' on how you treat her, you might get rich It's guaranteed you gon' die, and you might get missed For maybe two or three hours, 'til they light they spliffs And that coke will get you a long time But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online Wise has awoken, and you know they say that you deserved it Whenever you die with your eyes open I still hold the title, 'cause I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles Stick up kids hoppin' out with the old rifles Just doing shit for nothin', it's so spiteful, ha, I'm just like you Word that niggas wanna murk you is in the air A double shot of 'gnac and the purple is in the air And I'm not cocky, I'm confident So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment Ah-ha
reflects on the harsh realities of life and death, acknowledges the dangers of drug dealing, asserts their dominance over other rappers, and emphasizes their confidence and appreciation for being called the best

Next time if you talk (ah-ha)
repeats earlier threat to anyone who talks