Accident Murderers
Nas Lyrics


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You cocked back
You thought you had it planned
You thought you had your man
He saw you coming, he ran when you tried to blast that man
You missed him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took the life of him
The part about it that's crazy, you was aight with him
Tight with him, why was he in the way
Why was he standing next to the enemy that specific day
His style never hollas loud, stays reclusive
Good dude, got that look like he always about to do shit
Side of his mouth toothpick, one eyebrow raised
Got into it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out days
They never had no probs
Somehow they rubbed each other wrong like a bad massage
These two different personalities had to collide
Niggas could not aim and innocent niggas died
You ask why, cause of a

Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put work in
You ain't mean to murk him
Your gun's a virgin
Streets are full of em
Read the bulletin
Accident murderer
You just an accident murderer

We grew up doing graffiti
Now hollow heads getting heated
Seated in foreign cars, constantly getting weeded
Proceeded to count profits
I know they got on binoculars
But fuck em all, we balling til they come lock us up
Twenty to life; I'm clubbing, blowing twenty tonight
We the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all through the night
Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever; that's Insh'Allah
Memoirs of a rich nigga;
Sweat suits, gold chains, old drug dealers
New Benz, chrome rims are for show, killer
You niggas accidental, shoppers in back of the limo
Pay your tithes, stay alive, can't be dodging my clique
Cut a check; I use your bitch for some bargaining chips
In a hole, sell your home, nigga go sell your soul
This forty-five in control
God forgives and I don't

Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put work in
You ain't mean to murk him
Your gun's a virgin
Streets are full of em
Read the bulletin
Accident murderer
You just an accident murderer

Accident murderer, accident murderer
You just an accident murderer

Yo, for my nigga that got killed, got hit up
Vodka spills on the concrete
Light a swisha, we miss ya
And for that girl who never made it home, shot in the dome
How they gon' kill that beautiful sista
Violent adolescents, homicidal with weapons
Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, that I'm guessing
Tell me who you impressing
Shooters I knew them when they was babies
I used to test them
Make em throw up they hands, choke em out playing wrestling
Watch em grow to a man
I see them now they repping
But they cold-blooded, homie
Wondering where the respect went
Can't play with these little niggas, gangsta little niggas
Can't hang with these little niggas, they killing, they reckless
Wish I could build with him, but will he change really
Some real killers
I think of Wayne Perry
Think of my nigga Drawz
But you aren't a name to me you ain't mean to kill him

Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put work in
You ain't mean to murk him
Your gun's a virgin
Streets are full of em
Read the bulletin
Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put work in
You ain't mean to murk him
Your gun's a virgin
Streets are full of em
Read the bulletin




Accident murderer
You just an accident murderer

Overall Meaning

The song "Accident Murderers" by Nas tells the story of a man who accidentally kills someone he was friends with because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The first verse describes the incident, where the singer, who is a murderer explains how he tried to shoot someone but missed and hit an innocent bystander instead. This makes him question why he was ever in that situation in the first place and leads him to contemplate the circumstances that led to his actions.


The chorus reinforces the theme of the song, revealing that the streets are full of so-called "accident murderers" who act like they killed on purpose, even though they never intended to take a life. The second and third verses continue with the same theme, discussing how people are forced into a life of crime due to circumstances beyond their control. The song tries to highlight the fact that these people are more than just their actions and tries to delve into their backstories to understand why these things happen.


Overall, "Accident Murderers" is a thought-provoking song that challenges our preconceived notions of what we think of as "criminals." Rather than painting everyone with the same brush, it suggests that we should try and understand why these things happen and work to prevent them in the future.


Line by Line Meaning

You cocked back
Pulled back the hammer of your gun


You thought you had it planned
You believed you had everything under control


You thought you had your man
You believed you had your target locked down


He saw you coming, he ran when you tried to blast that man
The target noticed you and bolted away when you attempted to shoot


You missed him by inches, he sprinted
You almost hit your target but he managed to outrun your shots


Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Unfortunately, you ended up hitting some of his friends instead


Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
Two of them survived but one lost his life


You took the life of him
You killed the person you intended to shoot


The part about it that's crazy, you was aight with him
The situation is insane because you used to be on good terms with the victim


Tight with him, why was he in the way
You were close with him, why did he have to be there at that time?


Why was he standing next to the enemy that specific day
Why did he happen to be near the person you intended to harm on that particular day?


His style never hollas loud, stays reclusive
The victim was quiet and kept to himself


Good dude, got that look like he always about to do shit
Despite his demeanor, the victim was a good person


Side of his mouth toothpick, one eyebrow raised
The victim had a distinct physical appearance


Got into it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out days
The victim got into an altercation with someone who wanted to continue living a reckless lifestyle


They never had no probs
They never had any issues before


Somehow they rubbed each other wrong like a bad massage
Despite having no previous problems, something went wrong and the situation became tense


These two different personalities had to collide
Their clashing personalities had to cause a problem eventually


Niggas could not aim and innocent niggas died
The shooters lacked accuracy and ended up hitting innocent bystanders


Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose
You caused a death unintentionally, yet act like it was intentional


Liars brag, you put work in
People who boast about their actions are often dishonest


You ain't mean to murk him
You didn't intend to kill him


Your gun's a virgin
Your gun has not been used before


Streets are full of em
Many similar incidents happen on the streets


Read the bulletin
Stay informed about what's happening in your area


We grew up doing graffiti
The singer and his associates had humble beginnings


Now hollow heads getting heated
Now guns are being used instead of graffiti


Seated in foreign cars, constantly getting weeded
The artist and his associates are now wealthy and frequently smoke marijuana


Proceeded to count profits
They are focused on making money


I know they got on binoculars
The authorities are constantly watching them


But fuck em all, we balling til they come lock us up
They don't care about the authorities and will continue to enjoy their lifestyle until they are caught


Twenty to life; I'm clubbing, blowing twenty tonight
Even if they receive a 20-year sentence, the artist will still enjoy his life and party


We the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all through the night
They are like a gang, partying all night and embodying Bob Marley's music


Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war
They are addicted to money and will never give it up even in times of conflict


Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever; that's Insh'Allah
They will always have access to guns and ammunition, believing that they will live forever by the grace of God


Memoirs of a rich nigga;
The artist is writing a book about his life as a wealthy person


Sweat suits, gold chains, old drug dealers
The singer is describing his appearance and those around him


New Benz, chrome rims are for show, killer
He owns a new Mercedes-Benz with shiny rims, but he doesn't care about their practicality


You niggas accidental, shoppers in back of the limo
The victim was innocent and died for no reason, while the shooters are unimportant and insignificant


Pay your tithes, stay alive, can't be dodging my clique
Pay tribute to the artist and his associates, or you'll face consequences


Cut a check; I use your bitch for some bargaining chips
Pay up, or the artist will use your significant other to get what he wants


In a hole, sell your home, nigga go sell your soul
If someone crosses them, the singer will ruin their life and force them to make desperate choices


This forty-five in control
The singer has a .45 caliber gun and is in control of the situation


God forgives and I don't
The artist will never forgive those who wronged him


Yo, for my nigga that got killed, got hit up
The artist is honoring a friend who lost their life to violence


Vodka spills on the concrete
They are drinking and remembering their friend who passed away


Light a swisha, we miss ya
The singer and his associates are smoking marijuana and remembering their friend


And for that girl who never made it home, shot in the dome
The artist is also remembering a woman who was killed


How they gon' kill that beautiful sista
The singer is questioning why someone would harm a beautiful woman


Violent adolescents, homicidal with weapons
Many young people are violent and dangerous with guns


Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, that I'm guessing
The shooters lack intelligence and critical thinking skills


Tell me who you impressing
The artist is questioning who the shooters are trying to impress with their actions


Shooters I knew them when they was babies
The artist knew the shooters since they were young


I used to test them
The singer used to challenge the shooters when they were kids


Make em throw up they hands, choke em out playing wrestling
The singer used to play-fight with the shooters and make them submit


Watch em grow to a man
The artist saw the shooters grow up and become adults


I see them now they repping
The shooters have joined a gang and represent their group


But they cold-blooded, homie
The shooters are ruthless and dangerous


Wondering where the respect went
The singer is questioning why the shooters are acting this way and no longer have respect for him


Can't play with these little niggas, gangsta little niggas
The shooters are dangerous and can't be messed with


Can't hang with these little niggas, they killing, they reckless
The shooters are causing destruction and chaos wherever they go


Wish I could build with him, but will he change really
The singer wishes he could talk to the shooters and try to bring them back to a better path, but he doubts they will change


Some real killers
The shooters are true murderers


I think of Wayne Perry
The artist remembers a notorious criminal who was known for his ruthlessness


Think of my nigga Drawz
The artist remembers another friend who was involved in criminal activity


But you aren't a name to me you ain't mean to kill him
The singer is saying that he doesn't care who the shooters are, they still took an innocent life and didn't mean to do it


Accident murderer, accident murderer
The shooters didn't intend to kill anyone, but they still caused death and destruction


You just an accident murderer
The shooters are responsible for a death that was unintentional but still caused harm and suffering




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: RICK ROSS, CHRIS DEGARMO, NASIR JONES, NORMAN SOLOMAN, MARLON WILLIAMS, ERNEST WILSON, Norman Solomon, William Roberts

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