It's Mine
Nas Lyrics


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Yeah, yeah (ha ha ha ha) uh-huh, yeah yeah
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha] Huh yo, you know it
Infamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine)
(Ha ha ha ha) Infamous two thousand
(Ain't nuttin but thugs over here baby)
(Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)

Yo straight thugs on this side it's do or die to the death
Like the terminal ill takin they last breath
Read your last rites God, forgive me
For the sin I'm about to commit takin a life
Kill or be killed, rather that than somebody else
Readin my will you feel what I feel, you know the deal
Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head
Hearin noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot red
Sleep with half closed eyelids

Some say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange life get
Go easy on the bottle, niggaz love to see when
Niggaz slippin off point, on the strength they bet
Scopin your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jeweler
With they hand on the biscuit
Do ya, want to get caught lifted; or sober, so you can react quick?
Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you fuckin my wife
On my thousand dollar mattress
It's the world that I live in, Q.B. made me
A moms that loved me and a pops that raised me

Y'all need to give it up we don't give a fuck
What y'all niggaz want thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up 'cause we don't give a fuck
What y'all niggaz want thug, life, is mine

I got the style of a still-born child, I'm ill
If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's done well
(Very very) the sreets raised me crazy, now I'm immune to it
So when they start shootin, we'll stop the music
Keep it moving that's how we do it (c'mon, c'mon Dunn)
Been through more drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin
(Still crawlin) apply street rules to the office, high performance

Rap author, made millions off of melodic, hypnotic productions
That'll fuck with your conscience and touch your emotions
(You feel me? You feel me?)
You feel me? I'll write a graphic page
Escort niggaz to they grave, relate to the projects
We the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music
(Don't get no realer than this)
It's more real than any words I can muster
Pull the black Cadillac trucks up (what)
Hop out them shits like what? Y'all niggaz can't touch us

Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt
Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert
Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing
And I'll front like my doo doo don't stink
Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin out the latest toy
Hazard lights blinkin, gators hit the floor
Everybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin
Just to think, that was yesterday's action
'Cause today goes either way we came a long way

From hallway steps and hand-me-down shit
Fuck my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell roam
Call the chopper phone, heliport in my home
Quincy Jones posters
Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk around chauffeurs
Shit is better than a novel, autobiographic
Spit it on tracks, it becomes classic
Start some, make my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son
Nastradamus, last one to blast one when the NARC's come
Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds
When you feel the heat, comin and flee with the murder weapon
I'll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson
Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past it
Cremate your flesh to ashes
You don't need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket

The, life, is, mine

I'll will
You need to give it up we don't give a fuck
What y'all niggaz want we don't give a fuck
Thug, life, is, mine




Y'all need to give it up we don't give a fuck
What y'all niggaz want thug, life, is, mine

Overall Meaning

Nas and Mobb Deep's "It's Mine" is a track that portrays a tough, unapologetic image of gangster lifestyle in the Queensbridge housing project where Nas and Mobb Deep hail from. The lyrics describe how it's all about kill or be killed, with straight thugs and nothing but idols in the streets. Nas starts off the first verse emphasizing the importance of self-preservation, with the doctrine of being ready to die before letting others take advantage of them. He mentions keeping the infrared next to his bed, always alert and prepared for danger. The chorus is a statement of ownership; the thug life belongs to Nas and Mobb Deep, and they aren't interested in what others want. The second verse is about Nas's street credibility, where he talks about his ability to handle business if there is beef. He states how he's immune to street violence, making it natural for him to keep moving through the thick of it.


The song's outro is Nas referencing how far he has come from the oppressive environment of Queensbridge to become the successful iconic rapper he is today. He mentions how he wakes up, surrounded by Quincy Jones posters, with guns under his pillow and how he can't talk around chauffeurs. He speaks about his own ability to write his life's story and through his music, tell his story forever. He ends the track with a warning, that when you mess with him, you mess with greatness.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo straight thugs on this side it's do or die to the death
This is a tough neighborhood and we have to be prepared to fight for our lives.


Read your last rites God, forgive me
I'm about to commit a sin by taking another person's life and I'm asking for forgiveness from God.


Kill or be killed, rather that than somebody else
I'd rather take someone's life than risk my own life being taken.


Sleep with half closed eyelids
I'm always on high alert even when I'm sleeping.


It's the world that I live in, Q.B. made me
The conditions of Queensbridge, where I grew up, made me who I am today.


I got the style of a still-born child, I'm ill
My flow is unique and unmatched, and I'm always sick with it.


Apply street rules to the office, high performance
I carry the mentality from the streets to my business dealings and always operate at a high level.


We the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music
Our crew is more than just a rap group, we represent something greater and have gone through real struggles together.


Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt
I'm always dressed to impress and women love me.


Just to think, that was yesterday's action
The things we did yesterday seem small compared to what we're doing now.


Fuck my foes, I seen the other side
I don't care about my enemies, I've already been through worse things than they can do to me.


When the NARC's come, know how to leave anything in thirty seconds
I'm always prepared for the police to come and can make a quick escape if needed.


Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past it
If you mess with me, you'll end up dead and forgotten.


The, life, is, mine
I control my own destiny and no one can take away my power.




Lyrics ยฉ BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: GIORGIO MORODER, RODNEY JERKINS, LASHAWN AMEEN DANIELS, BRANDY NORWOOD, FRED III JERKINS, JAPHE TEJEDA

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@Neftegna

It's crazy how Havoc is underrated as a producer.

@bird2114

Yea he sick! humble AF .. super dope beats... im about to go listen to vultures

@salvatore2629

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@jasonmoan

Nas is the illest.
His verse is ridiculous. Havoc and P came through also.

@sir_habedi4296

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@stevenjenga7171

"One of the coldest verses in hip hop history" WTF?
It appears you have listened to very little rap.
Trust me there are COLDEST verses out there

@VeesamYo

@steve njenga u gotta listen to it..I agree it's one of the sickest

@michaelmadrid2024

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@HeartBreakInGotham

@steve njenga no it appears YOU listen to very little rap, and where do you get off going out of your way to insult the gentleman? You must be a cold person because it must be cold air from the high horse you sit on.

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