Ain't No
Jay-Z Lyrics


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I keep it fresher than the next bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit
Indeed, you gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass tighter than Versace that's why
You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me
They conniving shit
The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence
They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Meet your death in less than 8 seconds
Still poundin' in my after life
Laugin' my shit is tight
You who askin' right

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
No one can fuck you betta'
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
Keeps you in diamonds and leathers
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
(Man of they own, man of they own)

Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag
Lookin' half black and Filipino fakin' no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surrounding your feet in Joanie Degas and Charles Jordan
I keep ya dove but love
You know these hoes be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B and so I creep
I've been sinnin' since you been playin' wit Barbie and Ken and
You can't change a players game in the 9th inning
The chrome rim spinning keeps 'em grinnin'
So I run way the fuck up in 'em
And wrinkle the face like linnin'
I play hardah till they say God
He's keepin' it real jigga stay hard
Lord don't even trip
I never slip, nigga what you don't see is what'cha get
Weapons concealed what the fuck y'all feel
When you nigga play sick we can all get ill
Whats the deal?

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
No one can fuck you betta'
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
Keeps you in diamonds and leathers
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
(Man of they own, man of they own)

Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie
Promise to stay monogamous, I try
But love you know these hoes be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B, so I stay deep

What up boo, just keep me laced in the illa snakes
Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the French tubs
Mackin' this bitch, wifey nigga
So when you flip that coke
Remember them days you was dead broke
But now your style and I raised you
Basically made you into a don
Flippin' weight, heroin and shit
You know my pussy is all that
Thats why I get begets 5 carats and all that
From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin' bells
So who the player? I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin'
On how I fuck the best a shit
Specially when I'm flippin' Baileys
Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mami's
I push the Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters
Before this rap shit
When you was in letters and bullshit berettas
And eek classes with mo in the glasses
Shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's
Now all your mens' up in your Benz's
High post, I swear you be killin' me
Playin' inside my pubic hairs
I never worry bout them other chicks
Cause you proved who was your wiz
When you was spinnin' that bitch
I took a little when you was up north
Your commissary stay pilin'
How you livin' large on the island
All them collects have me vexed
But when you come home
Knew I was comin' off wit half of dem checks
Now we on the rise
Your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
Holdin' this grip cocked the green and the shit
Fuck's no, I see half the dough
Made you into a star, pushin' hundred thousand dollar cars

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
No one can fuck you betta'
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
Keeps you in diamonds and leathers
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
(Man of they own, man of they own)

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
No one can fuck you betta'




Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
Keeps you in diamonds and leathers

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Jay-Z feat. Foxy Brown's song Ain't No Nigga describe a woman's loyalty to her man despite his infidelities. She keeps it fresh and maintains her own identity, making it clear that there is no one else like her man, no matter how many other women he sleeps with. She warns him to be careful of conniving friends and asserts her power in the relationship by stating that she has control over the keys to the Lexus. Foxy Brown's verse is also filled with double entendres about sex and weapons, emphasizing her power and cleverness. Jay-Z's verse speaks to his position as a player who is trying to stay monogamous, but is struggling due to the temptation of other women. Despite this, he is deeply committed to his partner and has helped elevate her status and financial stability.


One interesting fact about the song is that it was released as the lead single from Jay-Z's debut album Reasonable Doubt in 1996. It features a sample from the song "Seven Minutes of Funk" by the funk band Rick James, which has been widely used in hip-hop and R&B songs. The song also features production from legendary hip-hop producer Ski Beatz, who has worked with artists such as Cam'ron and Curren$y. The music video was directed by Hype Williams, who has directed videos for artists such as Kanye West and Missy Elliott. The video features Jay-Z and Foxy Brown performing on a yacht and in various luxurious settings, emphasizing their wealth and status.


Another interesting fact about the song is that it uses the word "nigga" in the title and throughout the lyrics. This has been controversial for many years, as the word has a long history of being used as a racial slur against Black people. Some believe that reclaiming the word and using it in a positive way can help reduce the harm it has caused, while others argue that it perpetuates negative stereotypes and reinforces racism. The use of the word also raises questions about who has the right to use it and in what context.


Another interesting fact about the song is that it was Jay-Z's first charting single, peaking at #50 on the Billboard Hot 100. It helped establish him as a rising star in the hip-hop world and set the stage for his later success. The song has been included on many of Jay-Z's greatest hits albums and is considered one of his signature songs.


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Line by Line Meaning

I keep it fresher than the next bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch


With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit
Indeed, you gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me


You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride


And keep your ass tighter than Versace that's why
You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me


They conniving shit
The first chance to crack the bank


They try me, all they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele


Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence


They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Meet your death in less than 8 seconds


Still poundin' in my after life
Laugin' my shit is tight


You who askin' right
Ain't no nigga like the one I got


No one can fuck you betta'
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot


Keeps you in diamonds and leathers
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone


Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
Tell the freaks to find a man of their own (Man of they own, man of they own)


Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag
Lookin' half black and Filipino fakin' no jacks


Got you a beeper to feel important
Surrounding your feet in Joanie Degas and Charles Jordan


I keep ya dove but love
You know these hoes be makin' me weak


Y'all knows how it goes B and so I creep
I've been sinnin' since you been playin' wit Barbie and Ken and


You can't change a players game in the 9th inning
The chrome rim spinning keeps 'em grinnin'


So I run way the fuck up in 'em
And wrinkle the face like linnin'


I play hardah till they say God
He's keepin' it real jigga stay hard


Lord don't even trip
I never slip, nigga what you don't see is what'cha get


Weapons concealed what the fuck y'all feel
When you nigga play sick we can all get ill


Whats the deal?
Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie


Promise to stay monogamous, I try
But love you know these hoes be makin' me weak


Y'all knows how it goes B, so I stay deep
What up boo, just keep me laced in the illa snakes


Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the French tubs
Mackin' this bitch, wifey nigga


So when you flip that coke
Remember them days you was dead broke


But now your style and I raised you
Basically made you into a don


Flippin' weight, heroin and shit
You know my pussy is all that


Thats why I get begets 5 carats and all that
From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin' bells


So who the player? I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin'


On how I fuck the best a shit
Specially when I'm flippin' Baileys


Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mami's
I push the Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life


Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters


Before this rap shit
When you was in letters and bullshit berettas


And eek classes with mo in the glasses
Shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's


Now all your mens' up in your Benz's
High post, I swear you be killin' me


Playin' inside my pubic hairs
I never worry bout them other chicks


Cause you proved who was your wiz
When you was spinnin' that bitch


I took a little when you was up north
Your commissary stay pilin'


How you livin' large on the island
All them collects have me vexed


But when you come home
Knew I was comin' off wit half of dem checks


Now we on the rise
Your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes


Holdin' this grip cocked the green and the shit
Fuck's no, I see half the dough


Made you into a star, pushin' hundred thousand dollar cars
I keep you in the illest gators




Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: August Moon, Brian Potter, Dennis Earle Lambert, Tyrone L. Thomas

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Comments from YouTube:

@thehomiejayomni

FUN FACT: If you were in your teens or twenties when this came out then you witnessed the best era of hip hop.

@veronicatlc3317

Yessir

@az5655

N,W,A

@queensabs6333

Yessir!!!

@Movershaker21

Now thats a FACT! ๐Ÿ’ฏ

@jaycompany4886

No doubt

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@osaretinstephen4842

Raw talent, no autotune,no artificial stuff. I am super proud of the 90's

@tawananewton7629

Yacht New York 96 all day long they didn't even know who Jay-Z was in the DMV

@BarbaPamino

You're acting like he's Sam Cooke. He's better than modern rappers.

@tyhairston5397

Well at least we all know hip hop in different era and generation they all have different sounds and creative

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