Empire State of Mind
Jay-Z Idris Elba Lyrics


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Yeah

Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (dímelo)
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th St, off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga, I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee (come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from

In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (yeah) (okay)
Now you're in New York (ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand new (new)
Big lights will inspire you (come on) (okay)
Let's hear it for New York (you're welcome, OG) (uh)
New York (yeah), New York (uh) (I made you hot, nigga)

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to act
Eight million stories, out there in the naked
City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed, "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade (come on, come on, come on)
Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State that's

In New York (ayy) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (that boy good) (okay)
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
(Welcome to the bright lights, baby)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you (okay)
Let's hear it for New York (uh)
New York (yeah), New York (uh)

Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is
Lined with casualties, who sip the life casually
Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, Eve
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style
Into the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out
City of sin, it's a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
"Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feelin' like a champion (come on, come on, come on)
The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien

In New York (ayy, oh) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (okay)
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you (okay)
Let's hear it for New York (uh)
New York (yeah), New York (uh)

One hand in the air for the big city (uh)
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty (uh)
No place in the world that could compare (nah)
Put your lighters in the air everybody say
"Yeah, yeah" (come on, come on, come on)
"Yeah, yeah" (I'm from New York)

In New York (uh, yeah) (ohh)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (okay)
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you (okay)




Let's hear it for New York (uh)
New York (yeah), New York (uh)

Overall Meaning

These lyrics, from Jay-Z and Alicia Keys' song "Empire State of Mind," provide an anthem-like celebration of New York City, particularly highlighting its influence on Jay-Z's upbringing and success. The lyrics serve to showcase Jay-Z's rise from his Brooklyn roots to becoming a renowned figure in the music industry, while also paying homage to the city that shaped him.


The first paragraph begins by stating that Jay-Z has moved from Brooklyn to Tribeca, a neighborhood located in Lower Manhattan. He likens his transformation to becoming the new Frank Sinatra, an iconic American singer. Jay-Z's reference to De Niro signals his proximity to Hollywood actors and the influence he wields as an artist. He acknowledges his connection to the hood (urban environment) and asserts his ability to succeed anywhere.


The second paragraph recounts Jay-Z's past experiences in Harlem, a neighborhood known for its vibrant culture and Dominican population. He recalls buying drugs there, as symbolized by the phrase "I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos." He then takes the listener on a journey to Broadway, referring to a specific location where a McDonald's restaurant once stood. He mentions his stashbox, a place to hide his illicit goods, located at 560 State Street. Jay-Z uses vivid imagery to describe himself in the kitchen, comparing it to the action of a Simmons (Russell Simmons) whipping pastry. This metaphor represents the process of his success, as he is not literally baking but rather working hard to achieve his goals.


The third paragraph begins with Jay-Z cruising down 8th Street in a luxury car, specifically mentioning an off-white Lexus. He points out the contrast between driving slowly and his Texas roots, emphasizing his Brooklyn roots again. The mention of Biggie indicates Jay-Z's connection with both the legacy of Brooklyn rap and the success he has achieved in the music industry. He also underscores his influence in the industry by stating that he now lives on the Billboard charts and has brought his team along with him. He mentions his friend Ty-Ty and his preference for Mai Tais (a tropical cocktail). Attending Knicks and Nets games, he positions himself as a prominent figure and even claims he could "trip a referee," indicating that he commands attention and power.


The fourth paragraph focuses on Jay-Z's association with New York's culture and his impact on the city. He mentions catching a game at the X (referring to Madison Square Garden), accompanied by the legendary rap figure OG. Here, he highlights his influence on popularizing the Yankee hat, surpassing the prominence of the players themselves. Jay-Z expresses his allegiance to New York by saying he bleeds "blue," referring to the New York Yankees team colors. He acknowledges the diversity of the city as a melting pot, echoing the influence of African-American music pioneer Afrika Bambaataa and the birthplace of hip-hop. The reference to different cab types represents the various facets of the city's transportation system, reflecting the hustle and energy of New York. Jay-Z highlights the multiculturalism of the city while also commenting on the struggles faced by foreigners. He acknowledges the immense cultural richness and potential for success but cautions that not everyone will find their place in the city. He concludes by stating his relationship with influential figures, such as Special Ed (rap artist) and Jeezy (rapper), further attesting to his status and connections in the music industry. Finally, he pays tribute to African-American heritage and New York City institutions, Bob Marley and the Statue of Liberty, respectively. This paragraph also connects to the city's resilience, referencing the World Trade Center as a testament to its endurance.


In summary, "Empire State of Mind" illustrates Jay-Z's journey from his Brooklyn upbringing to his ascent to success while acknowledging New York City as a transformative force in his life. The lyrics celebrate his hometown and its diverse culture, showcasing both the hardships and opportunities that shaped him. The song pays homage to the city's music, entertainment, and sports scenes while highlighting its iconic landmarks and its status as a symbol of dreams and aspirations.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Alexander William Shuckburgh, Alicia J Augello-Cook, Shawn C Carter, Angela Hunte, Bert Keyes, Sylvia Robinson, Janette Sewell

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@underdog__t5152

She was embarrassed because she knows those cameras be on them

@callmepj4333

You can see that too…she really shouldn’t be embarrassed- such a moment to witness.

@UNbowed62

@@callmepj4333, She should kick his GANGSTA azz to the curb. This display shows how she puts up w/him~for the public & no telling what’s happening in private.
Sad to see women are so dam materialistic & will sell their soul.

@ayyynooo3163

omg y'all are so dramatic!!! all he did was wipe of some of the lip gloss and incomes all these assumptions. LMAO@@UNbowed62

@thinktank4768

No (straight) men like lip gloss. I learned that in a college course. Therefore, JayZ isn’t being ungrateful. He’s being a male. 👩🏽‍🦱🇺🇸

@UNbowed62

@@ayyynooo3163 , 🐝 married a GANGSTA. Period. Money can’t buy him any class. He doesn’t know•how to act.
Stop minimizing his childish action. That’s WHY these men are the•way•they•are.
A real man wouldn’t have been so animated. If he didn’t care for the flavor, he could’ve discreetly removed it. He KNEW the cameras were on their azzes.

➡️When women put up w/shytt, that’s ALL they will•ever•get.
👵🏽

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@roxanatorres5235

Use a napkin dude lmao 🤣 the aggressive rubbing of the shirt like it’s cooties LMAO I can’t 😂

@gooodies4u1

Money don't give you class. Surely there's napkins or use your hand. It's not like a huge glob I'm sure. Rub it in your hand like lotion. It's not like it's red or something

@treybaybie1526

Napkins don’t easily wipe off Lipgloss, esp thick lipgloss. He’d just have napkin pieces stuck to his lips along with the lipgloss 😆

@lintiespencer1214

​you want paper to stick to his lips🤣🤣🤣

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