Where's The Love
Nas/Cocaine 80's Lyrics


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At times I window watch at the Wynn hotel
Lots of thinking happens in life, will I win or fail?
Mind of a shooter, CFO also
Ethiopian food flown in, it's unlawful
Money is attractive, honey dress strapless
Agent Provocateur underwear: she's classic
Stroll up in the party: titanium black car
Romanian ladies like Casablanca, Casbah
'Cept we in the VIP area, that's ours
You know the real rap gods, typical trap star turned rap star
These old heads got stories, the days they was kings
I pray secret indictments don't take away their dreams
You 16, you could do 20, come home young
Catch 20 years when you 40? Holmes, you're done
What have we become? Rap stars from trap stars
Black gods to Ansars to Sunnis back to goonies
A 360 in the streets real grizzly
Shooters is cold, kid, the old shit was learning
Student enrollment to focus, yet hooligans roll with
Toasters to pop your medullas off of your shoulders
This ain't the Truman Show; it's the human show
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his cubicle
Chewing on his pencil eraser with intents to erase you
It's U.S.A. against the gangsta, where's the love?

[Chorus]
Love, I'll trade you love
I've traded fire with you long enough
Is that all you brung? It's not love
That's fucked up, but I saved your soul
Roll that up

Sometimes I sit on the bench just to watch the game
Feet on cement, there ain't a mobster living I could name
Who made it out rich, in his absence I do not proclaim
To not have a heart like wild animals not tamed
Maybe just a typical thug nigga was my rank
'Cept I had a vision above niggas, what I think
It's crazy how many brothers come where I come from
Some made it out big, some dead, some unsung
Shots for soldiers on 23 hours lock-up
Younger generation, they want to mimic and mock us
Laughing, separating themselves like they not us, like
"Cops'll look at you like they look at me? That's preposterous"
Ain't it gangsta how your man made it? I'm humble
One gun, one crazy ass nigga, that's jungle
Now we having babies, cause growing up it was just us
No uncles or cousins to fight with us, we was fucked up
But still it was beautiful, the love is mutual
Even though me and Jung ain't show up to your funeral
I hold your son hand, tell him he the man, we love you
Your pops was king, you have a whole lot to live up to
The G is in your genes, already you tuck
Inherit your dad's swag, it's George Jefferson's strut
Stay flyest, they gon' want to know what in your diet
Don't be surprised if they want to check your shit and your vomit
Tell them you let it marinate, they swear you made them a promise
No matter what they do, you just stay a man of honor
I'm a street corner nigga, New York Knicks loyalist
Corona sipper, pass it out, might blow it with you
It ain't the Truman show, it's the human show
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his cubicle
Chews on his pencil eraser with intents to erase you
Young brother go and get your paper, I got love





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

In "Where's the Love," Nas explores the themes of success and the criminal underworld in a poignant and reflective manner. He starts the first verse describing his current status as a successful CFO with a lot on his mind, who is obsessed with winning and does not want to fail. This verse serves not only to paint a picture of Nas's current situation but as a metaphor for the pressures a life in crime can create. The second part of the verse tackles the lure of money and success and what people will do to achieve it. Nas cleverly references an illegal act, the transport of Ethiopian food, to highlight how easy it is to make wrong decisions in pursuit of success.


The chorus creates a contrasting image with its melodic and soulful tones, providing a moment of introspection in a song that otherwise paints a picture of the flashy lifestyle of someone entangled in the criminal life. The chorus repeats that he has traded fire for long enough, implying that the tough-guy persona that the rapper has used for most of his career is spent, and he is ready to be more vulnerable and open to trust and love.


In the second verse, Nas reflects on his upbringing and the struggle to make it out of that life. He references comrades who died, some who got out big, and others who are struggling. He explores the various stages of life on the street, from the young solders' orders to do their bit, to the older G's, kings, and ansars. The final message in the verse is a message of hope for the future, passed down to the next generation.


Line by Line Meaning

At times I window watch at the Wynn hotel
Sometimes I look out the window of the Wynn hotel and reflect on my life.


Lots of thinking happens in life, will I win or fail?
Life can be full of uncertainty and I often wonder if I will succeed or not.


Mind of a shooter, CFO also
I have the mentality of a shooter, but I am also a CFO.


Ethiopian food flown in, it's unlawful
I have expensive tastes and enjoy Ethiopian food even if it is illegal to fly it in.


Money is attractive, honey dress strapless
I am attracted to money and women in revealing clothing.


Agent Provocateur underwear: she's classic
I find the Agent Provocateur brand of women's underwear to be classic and sexy.


Stroll up in the party: titanium black car
I make a grand entrance to parties in my flashy black car.


Romanian ladies like Casablanca, Casbah
Romanian women are attracted to the romanticism of Casablanca and the exoticness of the Casbah.


'Cept we in the VIP area, that's ours
Except for the VIP area, which is reserved for us.


You know the real rap gods, typical trap star turned rap star
I know the true legends of rap, not just former trap stars who became rappers.


These old heads got stories, the days they was kings
Older rappers have stories about their glory days when they were on top.


I pray secret indictments don't take away their dreams
I hope that secret legal charges do not take away the dreams and aspirations of these rappers.


You 16, you could do 20, come home young
If you commit a crime at 16, you could end up serving 20 years and lose your youth.


Catch 20 years when you 40? Holmes, you're done
If you end up serving a 20-year sentence at 40, your life is essentially over.


What have we become? Rap stars from trap stars
We have transformed from former trap stars to successful rap stars.


Black gods to Ansars to Sunnis back to goonies
Black men have gone from being revered as gods to being part of militant groups like Ansars and Sunnis and now back to being seen as street thugs.


A 360 in the streets real grizzly
The streets are rough and full of danger.


Shooters is cold, kid, the old shit was learning
Gunslingers are indifferent to human life and the previous generation had to learn the hard way.


Student enrollment to focus, yet hooligans roll with
Students are supposed to focus on their studies, but troublemakers often join them.


Toasters to pop your medullas off of your shoulders
Guns can literally blow your brains out.


This ain't the Truman Show; it's the human show
This is not a movie - it's real life with real consequences.


Ask the F.B.I. agent at his cubicle
Even the FBI agent sitting at his desk knows this is not a game.


Chewing on his pencil eraser with intents to erase you
The FBI agent is looking for ways to take you down.


It's U.S.A. against the gangsta, where's the love?
The United States has declared war on gangsters and criminals, but where is the love and support for those trying to make a better life?


Love, I'll trade you love
I am willing to exchange love for love.


I've traded fire with you long enough
I have been in conflicts with you for too long.


Is that all you brung? It's not love
Is all you can offer me in return for my love just more conflict and violence? That's not real love.


That's fucked up, but I saved your soul
That's messed up, but I have helped you in some way.


Roll that up
Let's smoke some weed together to calm down and relax.


Sometimes I sit on the bench just to watch the game
Sometimes I like to watch the world go by from a distance.


Feet on cement, there ain't a mobster living I could name
I am grounded and in touch with the concrete reality of life - I don't associate with glamorous mobsters.


Who made it out rich, in his absence I do not proclaim
I am not impressed by those who became rich only after leaving their neighborhoods behind.


To not have a heart like wild animals not tamed
It's important to have a heart and not to be completely wild and untamed like an animal.


Maybe just a typical thug nigga was my rank
Perhaps I was just an average street thug, nothing special.


'Cept I had a vision above niggas, what I think
Except, I had a vision beyond just being a thug.


It's crazy how many brothers come where I come from
It's amazing how many people with similar backgrounds to mine have become successful.


Some made it out big, some dead, some unsung
Some people have become hugely successful, some have died, and others are not recognized for their achievements.


Shots for soldiers on 23 hours lock-up
People in jail or prison are often targeted and attacked by others, even on lockdown for 23 hours per day.


Younger generation, they want to mimic and mock us
Younger people often try to copy and make fun of older generations and their cultures.


Laughing, separating themselves like they not us, like
They laugh and try to distance themselves from us, as if they are not part of the same struggle.


Cops'll look at you like they look at me? That's preposterous
They don't understand the realities of being black and facing prejudice and harassment from the police.


Ain't it gangsta how your man made it? I'm humble
Isn't it amazing how successful your friend has become? I am in awe and humbled by his achievements.


One gun, one crazy ass nigga, that's jungle
Life on the streets is like a jungle where one crazy person with a gun can make all the rules.


Now we having babies, cause growing up it was just us
Now that we have found success, we are starting families to create a better future.


No uncles or cousins to fight with us, we was fucked up
We had no relatives to support us growing up and it was a struggle.


But still it was beautiful, the love is mutual
Despite the struggles, there was still beauty and love in our lives.


Even though me and Jung ain't show up to your funeral
Even though my friend and I did not attend your funeral, we still love and remember you.


I hold your son hand, tell him he the man, we love you
I hold your son's hand and tell him he is the man and that we still love and remember you.


Your pops was king, you have a whole lot to live up to
Your father was an important and respected figure and you have a lot to live up to.


The G is in your genes, already you tuck
You were born with the mentality of a gangster.


Inherit your dad's swag, it's George Jefferson's strut
You have inherited your father's confidence and swagger, like the character George Jefferson from the TV show.


Stay flyest, they gon' want to know what in your diet
Stay fashionable and people will want to know how you do it.


Don't be surprised if they want to check your shit and your vomit
Don't be surprised if people investigate your life and your secrets.


Tell them you let it marinate, they swear you made them a promise
Tell them that you take your time to make decisions and they will think you promised them something.


No matter what they do, you just stay a man of honor
Regardless of what others do, always stay true to your values and principles.


I'm a street corner nigga, New York Knicks loyalist
I come from the streets and have loyalty to the New York Knicks basketball team.


Corona sipper, pass it out, might blow it with you
I enjoy drinking Corona beer and sharing it with friends.




Lyrics Β© Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: NASIR JONES, JAMES EDWARD FAUNTLEROY II, MICHAEL BERRIN, PETER J. NASH, ERNEST DION WILSON, PAUL E. HUSTON

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Shawn Wooster

But still it was beautiful, the love is mutual
Even though me and Jung ain't show up to your funeral
I hold your son hand, tell him he the man, we love you
Your pops was king, you have a whole lot to live up to
The G is in your genes, already you tuck
Inherit your dad's swag, his George Jefferson's strut
Stay flyest, they gon' want to know what in your diet
Don't be surprised if they want to check your shit and your vomit
Tell them you let it marinate, they swear you made them a promise
No matter what they do, you just stay a man of honor



All comments from YouTube:

Guhsteh

This album is amazing and is so slept on, should have won a Grammy.

MD

You are very right

SonnyBoy

Fucking Drake won the grammy over this, smh.

tara ratney

he doesn't want one cause pac, jimmie, as well as other legends don't

Jovan Trpcheski

The production is kinda wack, that's why its so unpopular. Maybe if it had production like Illmatic or It was written...

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Mike Illmatic

This song is way too slept on, one of the top tracks off this album.

jerome simz

Exactly it's in my top 5 Nas songs ever and I love a whole a lot

Tyrell Winston

My favorite song off the album

Vietnam VIG

Mike Illmatic I was just saying that damn

PTR Crispy

Its because its a bonus song off the deluxe

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