Just Another Day In Projects
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I had a dream I was
A gangster, drinkin' Moets, holdin' Tecs
Makin' sure the cash is correct, then I step
Investments in stock
Sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks
Winnin' gun fights with the cops
Custom made suit's
Hands full of ice and gold
Makin' thousand dollar bets on
The dice I rolled
Girls workin' night patrol, the whore market
When I walk
Niggas is rollin' out the red carpet
Now, how good could a black man have it?
Livin' like a king is a habit
I keep a automatic
The whole crew's life is love above word
Rumors about the way we
Make niggas well heard
Nicknamed the "Killa Clan"
Soon to kill a man
If there's still a gram, I shake my left hand
And not do a minute on the rock
'Cause if I do a minute on the rock
The jury's gettin' knocked
About girls I kept braggin'
'Cause I owned all the runner-ups
In every state's beauty pageant
Inside my Lamborghini, pour you a Martini
Little kids in the streets, they wanna be me
I'm livin' in a mansion
Hold a nigga's wife for ransom
I'm like a rich Charles Manson
A view, backyard, about 40 acres
You read about me in the papers
I hit the jackpot every night
From all my crack spots
We attack cops for props
I got sons with guns, they all done crimes
They so wild
They even scare my ass sometimes
Other niggas on the blocks is so corny
I got my dime
I'm lookin like someone smoke for me
Bad bitches kissin' my ass
I got a few mill in the
Stash with beds made of cash
But on my head was a price
I made the bad-guys in Miami-Vice look nice
All of a sudden, I got raided
My crib was invaded
But the Nas still made it to the getaway car
And now my drivin' skills gotta be up to par
The cops caught the car and sprayed
Till it was smoked up that's when I woke up

Yeah Nas, nigga word life, kid

The whole thing was a nightmare
I fell asleep watchin' Scarface
Layin' in the chair standin' on the block
It was flooded with cops
Through the parks was the D's and the Narcs
Watchin' me walkin' out my building
Starin' and hawkin' shit, but I as fortunate
I usually be goin' out with the 9
Instead, I had 10 bucks to buy a dime
Bag of weed, never cracks, I ain't with that
I bought Buddha, some Phillies and a Kit-Kat
Now I'm walkin' back through
The drug infested area
Which was filled with hysteria
When a cop yelled, "Come here, black"
I thought to myself
"What part of the game is that?"
I didn't do no crime for you
To be wastin' your time
With your antagonistic mind
He said that I was bein'
Smart and I better run
He looked like a Klansman with a gun
So, I started floatin'
Police in Queensbridge, they don't be jokin'
I ran up my crib, in the nick of time
Rolled up a Phillie and stashed the 9
Police later left
I was outta breath and what not
Somebody got shot, that why it's hot
I called my man and told him the adventure
And later, I meet him at the community center




I need a six pack of Beck's
It's Just Another Day in the Projects!

Overall Meaning

In "Just Another Day in The Project," Nas paints a vivid picture of his dream where he imagines himself as a successful gangster living a luxurious lifestyle. He describes drinking expensive champagne, carrying firearms, and ensuring that his finances are in order. Nas fantasizes about being powerful and respected, as he walks through his neighborhood and is greeted with admiration. He revels in his wealth, boasting about his custom-made suits, expensive jewelry, and high-stakes gambling. The women are drawn to him, and he owns the runners-up of beauty pageants across the country. He lives in a mansion and holds others' wives hostage for ransom. Nas sees himself as an untouchable figure, feared by others and constantly on the run from the law. However, as the dream progresses, Nas's world begins to crumble. His mansion is raided by the police, and he narrowly escapes, illustrating that even in his dream, his criminal activities have consequences.


This song showcases Nas's ability to capture the grit and allure of life in the projects while also critiquing the glorification of a criminal lifestyle. Through his lyrics, Nas highlights the dangers and instability inherent in the pursuit of wealth and power through illegal means. He questions the idea of success in a society that often overlooks the struggles faced by those living in impoverished neighborhoods.


Line by Line Meaning

I had a dream I was
I fantasized about being


A gangster, drinkin' Moets, holdin' Tecs
A tough guy, sipping expensive champagne, carrying weapons


Makin' sure the cash is correct, then I step
Ensuring my money is counted accurately before leaving


Investments in stock
Putting money into the stock market


Sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks
Controlling and monopolizing the drug market in the neighborhood


Winnin' gun fights with the cops
Emerging victorious in shootouts with the police


Custom made suit's
Wearing high-end tailored suits


Hands full of ice and gold
Having expensive jewelry


Makin' thousand dollar bets on
Gambling significant amounts of money on


The dice I rolled
The outcome of the dice I threw


Girls workin' night patrol, the whore market
Prostitutes patrolling during the night, involved in the sex trade


When I walk
Whenever I walk by


Niggas is rollin' out the red carpet
People showing me great respect


Now, how good could a black man have it?
Reflecting on the luxury and success I, as a black man, could experience


Livin' like a king is a habit
Being accustomed to living a lavish lifestyle


I keep a automatic
Carrying a fully automatic firearm


The whole crew's life is love above word
My entire crew values loyalty more than anything


Rumors about the way we
Speculation about how we


Make niggas well heard
Spread fear and make others aware of us


Nicknamed the 'Killa Clan'
Called the 'Killa Clan'


Soon to kill a man
Likely to murder someone


If there's still a gram, I shake my left hand
If there's even a small amount of drugs remaining, I dispose of it


And not do a minute on the rock
Avoid serving time in prison


'Cause if I do a minute on the rock
Because if I serve a minute in jail


The jury's gettin' knocked
The jury will be bribed or influenced


About girls I kept braggin'
Boasting about the women I had


'Cause I owned all the runner-ups
Because I possessed all the second-place winners


In every state's beauty pageant
In beauty contests held in each state


Inside my Lamborghini, pour you a Martini
In my luxurious Lamborghini, I'll serve you a Martini


Little kids in the streets, they wanna be me
Children in the neighborhood aspire to become like me


I'm livin' in a mansion
Residing in a large, extravagant house


Hold a nigga's wife for ransom
Taking someone's wife hostage for money


I'm like a rich Charles Manson
I resemble a wealthy version of the notorious criminal Charles Manson


A view, backyard, about 40 acres
Having a scenic backyard spanning approximately 40 acres


You read about me in the papers
News about me is featured in newspapers


I hit the jackpot every night
I consistently become extremely successful


From all my crack spots
Through profits from my locations selling crack cocaine


We attack cops for props
We confront and challenge the police for respect


I got sons with guns, they all done crimes
I have children armed with firearms who have all committed crimes


They so wild
They are extremely reckless and uncontrollable


They even scare my ass sometimes
They even manage to frighten me occasionally


Other niggas on the blocks is so corny
Other men in the neighborhood are unoriginal and dull


I got my dime
I have my attractive girlfriend


I'm lookin like someone smoke for me
I appear disheveled and intoxicated as if someone smoked marijuana on my behalf


Bad bitches kissin' my ass
Desirable women showing me extreme flattery


I got a few mill in the
I possess a few million dollars in


Stash with beds made of cash
My hidden money is stacked and used as a mattress


But on my head was a price
My life was at risk


I made the bad guys in Miami-Vice look nice
I made the villains in the show Miami-Vice appear pleasant in comparison


All of a sudden, I got raided
Unexpectedly, a law enforcement raid was conducted on me


My crib was invaded
My residence was forcefully entered


But the Nas still made it to the getaway car
However, I managed to escape to the vehicle used for escape


And now my drivin' skills gotta be up to par
Now I must be an exceptional driver


The cops caught the car and sprayed
The police pursued the car and shot at it


Till it was smoked up that's when I woke up
Until the car was filled with smoke, which is when I woke up from my dream


Yeah Nas, nigga word life, kid
Yes, Nas, my friend, that's the truth


The whole thing was a nightmare
The entire experience was a frightening dream


I fell asleep watchin' Scarface
I drifted into slumber while watching the movie Scarface


Layin' in the chair standin' on the block
Reclining in the chair, positioned on the street corner


It was flooded with cops
There were an overwhelming number of police officers present


Through the parks was the D's and the Narcs
The detectives and undercover police were patrolling the parks


Watchin' me walkin' out my building
Observing me exit my residence


Starin' and hawkin' shit, but I as fortunate
Intently staring and scrutinizing me, but I was lucky


I usually be goin' out with the 9
I typically carry a 9mm handgun


Instead, I had 10 bucks to buy a dime
Instead, I only had ten dollars to purchase a small amount of drugs


Bag of weed, never cracks, I ain't with that
A package of marijuana, never crack cocaine, I don't engage in that


I bought Buddha, some Phillies and a Kit-Kat
I purchased marijuana, cigars, and a Kit-Kat chocolate bar


Now I'm walkin' back through
Now I'm returning through


The drug infested area
The region heavily impacted by drug use


Which was filled with hysteria
Which was characterized by extreme fear and panic


When a cop yelled, 'Come here, black'
A police officer shouted, 'Come here, black person'


I thought to myself
I contemplated internally


'What part of the game is that?'
'What aspect of life is this?'


I didn't do no crime for you
I didn't commit any offense for you


To be wastin' your time
For you to be squandering your time


With your antagonistic mind
With your confrontational mindset


He said that I was bein'
He stated that I was being


Smart and I better run
Intelligent and that I should flee


He looked like a Klansman with a gun
He resembled a member of the Ku Klux Klan holding a firearm


So, I started floatin'
So, I began to run quickly


Police in Queensbridge, they don't be jokin'
The police in the Queensbridge neighborhood are serious and not to be underestimated


I ran up my crib, in the nick of time
I hurried back to my home just in time


Rolled up a Phillie and stashed the 9
I prepared a marijuana-filled cigar and concealed the 9mm handgun


Police later left
The police officers eventually departed


I was outta breath and what not
I was short of breath and fatigued, among other things


Somebody got shot, that's why it's hot
Someone was shot, which is the reason for the tense atmosphere


I called my man and told him the adventure
I contacted my friend and informed him about the eventful incident


And later, I meet him at the community center
And later, I will rendezvous with him at the local community center


I need a six pack of Beck's
I require a six-pack of Beck's beer


It's Just Another Day in the Projects!
It's another typical day in the housing projects




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@zuskwaf9294

I had a dream, I was a gangster drinking Moets, holding Tecs
Making sure the cash is correct, then I stepped
Investments in stock, sewing up the blocks
To sell rocks, winning gun fights with the cops
Custom-made suits, hands full of ice and gold
Making thousand dollar bets on the dice I rolled
Girls working night patrol, the whore market
When I walk, niggas is rolling out the red carpet
Now how good could a black man have it?
Living like a king, is a habit I keep an automatic
The whole crew life is love above word
Rumors about the way we make niggas well heard
Nicknamed the "Killa Clan"
Soon to kill a man
If there is still a gram
I shake my left hand
And not do a minute on the rock
Cause if I do a minute on the rock
The juries getting knocked
I'm 'bout girls, that kept braggin'
Cause I own all the runner-ups in every state's beauty pagent
Inside a lamborgini, called the Martini
Little kids in the streets, they wanna be me
I'm living in a mansion, hold a niggas wife for ransom
I'm like a rich Charles Manson
A view, backyard, about 40 acres
You read about me in the papers
I hit the jackpot
Every night from all my crack spots
We attack cops for props
I got sons with guns, they all done crimes
They so wild, they even scare my ass sometimes
Other niggas on the blocks is so corny
I got my dime, I'm lookin like someone smoke for me
Bad bitches kissing my ass
I got a few mill. in the stash
With beds made of cash
But on my head was a price
I made the bad-guys in Miami-Vice, look nice
All of a sudden, I got raided
My crib was invaded
But, the Nas still made it...
To the getaway car
And now my driving skills got to be up to par
The cops parked the car
And sprayed till it was smoked up
That's when I woke up

[Hook: Piano hook]

[Jungle]
Yea Nas, nigga
Word Life Kid

[Verse 2: Nas]
The whole thing was a nightmare
I fell asleep watching Scarface
Laying in the chair
Standing on the block
It was flooded with cops
Through the parks... Was the D's and the Narcs
Watching me walking out my building
Staring and hawkin shit
But I as fortunate
I usually be going out with the 9
Instead, I had 10 bucks to buy a dime...
Bag of weed
Never cracks I ain't with that
I bought buddha, some phillies, and a Kit-Kat
Now I'm walking back, through the drug infested area
Which is filled with hysteria
When a cop yelled, "Come here black."
I thought to myself, "what part of the game is that? "
I didn't do no crime, for you to be wasting your time
With your antagonistic mind
He said that I was being smart and I better run
He looked like a Klans-man with a gun
So I started floating
Police in Queensbridge, they don't be joking
I ran up my crib, in the nick of time
Rolled up a philly and stashed the 9
Police later left, I was outta breath
And what not
Somebody got shot, that why it's hot
I called my man and told him the adventure
And later, I meet him at the community center
I need a six pack of Beck's
It's Just Another Day in the Projects!



All comments from YouTube:

@silky1700

He had that Kool G. Rap flow.

@johnkeem103

True

@namename123

the beat is also similar

@traviscarter1023

Was this the summer of 1993.

@kisuryouri334

na he had his own shit Kool G Rap is not Nas lol

@paysandekinshasa3513

@@kisuryouri334 This is Kool G rap flow on this song.

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@metroboomin6913

By far the best rapper alive... Even dead or alive he's still top 2 all time and will always be the King Of New York

@AJandWrmyinitials

What dead rapper is in the top two with Nas? I can think of some living ones that could rank up there, but no dead ones.

@davadreviewer5509

Adam Waldorf big and pac

@justn2718

@@davadreviewer5509 big and pac donโ€™t compare to Nas

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