Money Over Bullsh
Nas Lyrics


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My niggas got scarred grills, skully hats and gats be fully's
Brrrat, cars peel, the East Coast cartel
Rats get their tails snapped and trapped
The snitches in the streets and the snitches who rap
Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of ya
Coroner choruses sung from The Bridge to Astoria
Dreams of fallin' in the elevator, passin' floors
Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall
I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad luck prayers
Picture your tarot cards and bodyguards getting sprayed up
Sabotagin' my makeup, my watches get laced up
Even if they indicted Jacob
Forensics, paramedics, carry cowards off
Defibrillators shock to your chest, try to cough
They die and hit Hell from an iron
I'm fly in YSL, I'm paid from this shit
Got bitches high as hell, and they fucking like AIDS don't exist
They get sent to your hotel, a maid and shit
Put a barrel in a capo mouth, 'til his scalp come out
You a kid, you don't live what you rap about
King poetic, too many haters to count
Too much paper to count, QB, bitch

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength

Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper, black carpet
Thinking about which nigga to target
You kill a nigga today, he lives forever
So I plotted out smarter, there'll be no martyrs
Black TEC on the table, Mag .44
Black negligee on my bitch, she's at the door
Black fish eggs, nigga, that's the caviar
You niggas fish-made, y'all niggas is fifth grade
Niggas, it's fifty ways to dissect the General
If I give ya the top five, you will not survive
Rule 1: cocksucker, keep my name from your tongue
Rule 2: thought you knew don't fuck with God's Son
Rule 3: see, matter fact, I just wait
If y'all reach top five, then I'ma eat y'all alive
Each one of you guys that claim Hip-Hop is still alive
Like y'all ain't in agreement with Nas
I said it's dead motherfucker, it's dead, bitch

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength

From crack pushers to Lac' pushers and ambushers
And morticians to fortresses, case-dismisses
Laced in riches, cake ridiculous
From nickel and dimin' to trickin' them diamonds
Vegas, places in Switzerland
From non-blastin' to auto, I don't have to blast mine
They blast mine, black 9, you flatline, my cash climb
Buy rare art, antique pieces, Mona Lisa's, own no leases
Five-star restaurant eaters, don't forget who your peeps is
'Sposed to dine with you, sip that good wine with you
Only if they grind with you or slang for ya
Seen niggas live, laugh, party and die in that very same corner
Pretty girls glance at us, status unconceivable
Private planes landed out in Teterboro, weed I twirl
Once even gave me a phobia, that I be in a spot trapped like
Madame Zenobia's with this kid eyein' my Rollie, y'all

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength





There it is, QB, bitch yeah
QB, bitch Yeah, yeah, QB, bitch

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Nas's song "Money Over Bullsh*t" speak of the harsh realities of life on the streets, referencing the East Coast cartel and the violence and betrayal that can come with it. The opening lines describe the dangerous weapons and lifestyles of those involved in the drug trade, with scarred grills, skully hats, and fully loaded guns. The lyrics then go on to describe the constant threat of violence and betrayal, with rats getting their tails snapped and trapped, and snitches both in the streets and in the music industry.


The chorus of the song urges the listener to join Nas in his war against those who stand in the way of his success. He cites "Money Over Bullshit" as his motto, emphasizing that he values the pursuit of wealth and power over any petty conflicts or personal grudges. He asserts that he is not afraid of any of his enemies, but rather, of his own strength and potential for violence.


The final verses of the song paint a picture of the lavish lifestyle that Nas has achieved as a successful rapper, with references to private planes, expensive art, and high-end restaurants. He acknowledges the danger that comes with such wealth and fame, recounting a story of feeling trapped in a nightclub by someone eyeing his Rolex watch. Despite these dangers, Nas remains committed to his pursuit of success, urging his listeners to join him and choose "Money Over Bullshit."


Line by Line Meaning

My niggas got scarred grills, skully hats and gats be fully's
I have tough friends with grill marks on their face, wearing skull caps, and carrying fully loaded guns.


Brrrat, cars peel, the East Coast cartel
Cars screech away as members of the East Coast crime group move into action.


Rats get their tails snapped and trapped
Informants and turncoats are caught and punished.


The snitches in the streets and the snitches who rap
Both street informants and those who snitch on tracks are dealt with harshly.


Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of ya
There's a sense of joy in causing death or harm to one's enemies.


Coroner choruses sung from The Bridge to Astoria
The coroner's office is busy as death tolls rise on the streets of Queens, New York.


Dreams of fallin' in the elevator, passin' floors
Having nightmares of falling uncontrollably in an elevator and passing by different floors.


Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall
The terrifying dream ends with the elevator suddenly stopping and opening up to reveal a brick wall.


I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad luck prayers
I can sense the negativity from my haters, as well as the wishes and prayers for my bad luck.


Picture your tarot cards and bodyguards getting sprayed up
Imagine your bodyguards and even your spiritual advisors being shot in a hail of bullets.


Sabotagin' my makeup, my watches get laced up
Someone is trying to mess up my appearance and jewelry.


Even if they indicted Jacob
Even if they arrest or accuse me of a crime, I will still be successful.


Forensics, paramedics, carry cowards off
The authorities arrive to take away the injured and the dead, including those who were too cowardly to fight back.


Defibrillators shock to your chest, try to cough
Defibrillators are used to revive those who have been declared dead, making them cough and gasp for air.


They die and hit Hell from an iron
Those who die from gunfire are sent straight to hell.


I'm fly in YSL, I'm paid from this shit
I'm stylishly dressed in Yves Saint Laurent and making a lot of money from this lifestyle.


Got bitches high as hell, and they fucking like AIDS don't exist
I have women who are so high they don't care about the risk of contracting AIDS and are having pleasure without protection.


They get sent to your hotel, a maid and shit
These women are sent to my hotel and treated like maids.


Put a barrel in a capo mouth, 'til his scalp come out
I would put a gun to a high-ranking criminal's mouth and pull the trigger until his head explodes.


You a kid, you don't live what you rap about
You're a young rapper who doesn't actually live the life you're portraying in your music.


King poetic, too many haters to count
I am a lyrical genius and I have too many people who hate on my success to keep track of.


Too much paper to count, QB, bitch!
I have so much money I can't even count it all. I'm from Queensbridge, New York and proud of it.


Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
I'm inviting others to join me in my battle. Some will survive while many others will die and be mourned.


Money Over Bullshit, pistols over brawn
I value money above all else and prefer using guns to physical strength.


Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
I'm not scared of any of you scaredy-cat enemies, but I am aware of the danger of my own strength.


Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper, black carpet
I'm setting an eerie mood with seven lit candles, black wallpaper and carpet.


Thinking about which nigga to target
I'm considering which person to go after.


You kill a nigga today, he lives forever
When you kill someone, their memory lives on forever.


So I plotted out smarter, there'll be no martyrs
I've planned things out so that there won't be any heroes or martyrs in my battles.


Black TEC on the table, Mag .44
I have deadly weapons on the table, including a black TEC-9 and a .44 Magnum pistol.


Black negligee on my bitch, she's at the door
My girlfriend is wearing a black lingerie robe and ready to come inside.


Black fish eggs, nigga, that's the caviar
I'm eating expensive black caviar.


You niggas fish-made, y'all niggas is fifth grade
You guys are fake and don't know what you're talking about.


Niggas, it's fifty ways to dissect the General
There are many ways to take down a high-ranking person.


If I give ya the top five, you will not survive
Even if I reveal the top five ways to take someone down, you will not be able to survive.


Rule 1: cocksucker, keep my name from your tongue
The first rule is to not mention my name if you're a disrespectful person.


Rule 2: thought you knew don't fuck with God's Son
The second rule is to not mess with me since I'm considered God's son.


Rule 3: see, matter fact, I just wait
The third rule is to wait and see since I will strike when I'm ready.


If y'all reach top five, then I'ma eat y'all alive
If my enemies figure out the top five ways to take me down, I will be ready and attack them instead.


Each one of you guys that claim Hip-Hop is still alive
Every person who says that hip-hop is still alive is wrong.


Like y'all ain't in agreement with Nas
It's like you don't agree with my opinion about hip-hop being dead.


I said it's dead motherfucker, it's dead, bitch
I'm stating emphatically that hip-hop is really dead, regardless of what anyone else says.


From crack pushers to Lac' pushers and ambushers
From drug sellers to those who sell expensive sports cars and set up surprise attacks.


And morticians to fortresses, case-dismisses
From funeral home workers to those involved in protecting fortresses and getting cases dismissed in court.


Laced in riches, cake ridiculous
These people have a lot of money and their wealth is ridiculous.


From nickel and dimin' to trickin' them diamonds
From barely making any money to flaunting expensive diamonds.


Vegas, places in Switzerland
Traveling to luxurious locations like Las Vegas, Nevada and Switzerland.


From non-blastin' to auto, I don't have to blast mine
Going from not using firearms to now having automatic weapons at my disposal.


They blast mine, black 9, you flatline, my cash climb
If someone tries to attack me, I will defend myself with my black 9mm gun and they will lose their life. Meanwhile, my wealth and status continue to rise.


Buy rare art, antique pieces, Mona Lisa's, own no leases
I spend a lot of money on unique artwork and antiques, even owning a piece of the Mona Lisa. However, I don't have any property leases or mortgages.


Five-star restaurant eaters, don't forget who your peeps is
I dine at fancy restaurants, but always remember where I come from and who my real friends are.


'Sposed to dine with you, sip that good wine with you
I'm supposed to dine with you and enjoy a glass of fine wine with you, but you're not loyal and have turned on me.


Only if they grind with you or slang for ya
I'll only consider someone a true friend if they work hard with me or help sell drugs for me.


Seen niggas live, laugh, party and die in that very same corner
I've seen people live happily, laugh, and party on the same corner of the street where others have died.


Pretty girls glance at us, status unconceivable
Attractive women look our way, and our level of status and wealth is staggering to comprehend.


Private planes landed out in Teterboro, weed I twirl
I land private planes at Teterboro Airport, smoking weed all the while.


Once even gave me a phobia, that I be in a spot trapped like
I once had a scary experience that has given me a fear of being trapped in a spot.


Madame Zenobia's with this kid eyein' my Rollie, y'all
I'm being watched by some kid while I'm at Madame Zenobia's club and he's staring at my expensive Rolex watch.


There it is, QB, bitch! Yeah
That's the end of the song where I once again shout out my hometown, Queensbridge, and talk tough by calling everyone 'bitch'.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Leshan Lewis, Nasir Jones, Wyatt E. L. Coleman

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B_DA_DON

All 3 verses were perfection lol. Y’all don’t understand I been studying this man since 94. He’s the best lyricist in the world. Now we can argue about who’s next

Hargaisa Owen

Grammy Award Winner

Empyrean

Genius

Israel

One of the tightest set off tracks in the history of rap to go along with one of the most slept on and creative albums ever made. Silent classic album that held me down during those down years 2006-2007 when southern dance rap pop songs were everywhere.

Marvin Dube

Israel Rosario Jr. Word G

Mindstate Time

Wow my g, well said 💯💯💯💪🏾! Nas just takes you into another dimension! Nobody paints a better picture! It sure was slept in fact including by me. I couldn't have been more wrong about this album. Low key 5 miçs imo or very close. I don't think there was an album in history that aged better. Nas is the 🐐

Too Lazy

Sets the tone perfectly

Slamdog500

This aged well. I love how we in the comment section all agree that this is one of Nas' best work ❤
edit: I uploaded a video called Top 10 Nas Verses. Money Over Bullshit is very high, my #3 🤗all 3 verses combined might be one of Nas' most elite work. The chorus is pure royalty and the beat is in another dimension. how it slaps you right from the beginning and has all kind of weird stuff in the background while Nas goes super duper hardcore 😳....... Q.B., bitch!

Doug Anthony

Did It!! EZ...

Michael Parker

Only a handful of emcees ever to take a breathe of air know what it feels like to write at a level like this.. nas is the goat no doubt

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