N.Y. State of Mind Pt. ll
Nas Lyrics


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Uh, yo
What up? What up?
It's time man (word, it's time?)
Straight up (it's time, man)
Aight, set that shit off (set it off then, nigga)
Set it off (set it off)

Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved me later from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin' off the stroll, coughin'
Stitches in they head, stinkin' and I dread thinkin' they be snitchin'
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark, NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve, they bust a U-ey, I jog
To my building, come out later wearin' camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain, strangle men
Niggas gaspin' for air, 'til they move no more and just stare
With dead eyes, tired of riots, shit is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
Father's on drugs, moms is smokin', beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin' up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six niggas, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin' it, now it's five rollin' thick
The sixth one's parole flipped, five niggas, went to four quick
When he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin'
Four niggas still hangin', years passin' and slang changin'
Three of us now, fourth nigga ain't around
We all thought he was real, he did the snake shit
Fake shit, beat his ass down
Yo, his mouth could've got us all wasted, what a fuckin' clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin' out, to the death for these ends, what?

New York, New York (New York state of mind)
New York, New York (New York state of mind)

You heard about it, you see about it
You read about it, it's in your papers
It's in your daily news (get money)
New York chronicles, every day
The crime rate, the murder rate
The money rate, the paper chase, you know what I mean?
New York state of mind baby, check it out

I'm at the, gamblin' spot, my hands on a knot
New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot
I take a nigga dough, send him home to a shoebox
You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song, all these niggas sing along
All the cigarette smoke's cloggin' my lungs, hoodrats flashin' they tongue
Young thugs blastin' they gun, we got reputations
Bitches and niggas both on parole or probation
Shit is sick, niggas got gats, army fatigues
I got my eyes glued on, whoever walk in or leave
'Cause I ain't playin', niggas'll run up in here and shoot up this shit
Stick yo' ass up, niggas'll find the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple-cross niggas, just New York niggas
Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin' with you
Some of these dudes the feds be on 'em, you knew 'em for years
Be the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers
That ain't gangsta, niggas is up North with tatted tears
Your name's on the affidavit, you ratted kid
Faggot ass niggas that be scared to do they bids
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live
Got your quiet niggas, that relocated down South
Comin' back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths
All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.'s
Runnin' 'round quick to split your mug, it's easy to score
But it's hard to get the shit off
Niggas fightin' over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell
Niggas, mad 'cause they ain't get a piece of that sale
Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto survivors
Go to any hood that's live and make it liver
A lot of niggas schemin', some real, some niggas frontin'
But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethin'





New York, New York
New York, New York

Overall Meaning

In "N.Y. State of Mind Pt II," Nas provides a vivid description of the harsh realities of life in the streets of New York City. He paints a picture of broken glass in the hallway, blood-stained floors, and neighbors scrutinizing every bag brought through the doors. He reminisces about his childhood, growing up with partners who turned to drugs, became involved in gang-related activities, got arrested and jailed, and even died. Nas narrates how he and his remaining two friends are all that is left in the end, and they are determined to go out to the death for their ends, highlighting the bonds of loyalty and the lengths people will go to survive in the city.


Furthermore, Nas's lyrics can be interpreted as a criticism of the injustice faced by people growing up in the city's ghettos. He describes overcrowded cribs, families broken by drugs and alcohol, and the dangerous cycle of poverty and crime that is seemingly impossible to break. Nas shares his observation of how the crime rate, murder rate and the paper chase have complete control over people's lives. He laments the state of the city and the effect it has on its inhabitants.


Overall, "N.Y. State of Mind Pt II" is a powerful portrayal of life in the city and a poignant commentary on the dark side of human nature.


Line by Line Meaning

Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors
The surroundings are violent and dangerous.


Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors
The community is paranoid and mistrustful.


Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
The singer feels unsafe and may have benefited from more protection.


N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin' off the stroll, coughin'
Police and the sex trade are prevalent but also sometimes sickly.


Stitches in they head, stinkin' and I dread thinkin' they be snitchin'
The artist is suspicious of people who have been caught and fears that they will turn informant.


But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
The situation is so fraught that anyone could be targeted by law enforcement.


Parked in the dark, NARC's, where's your heart?
The singer questions the morality of police who conduct clandestine operations.


Hustlers starve, they bust a U-ey, I jog
The artist is aware of the desperation that motivates some criminals to make risky moves.


To my building, come out later wearin' camouflage
The artist tries to blend in to avoid detection.


See the sergeant and the captain, strangle men
Higher-ranking members of the police are not above using violence to enforce the law.


Niggas gaspin' for air, 'til they move no more and just stare
Police brutality sometimes leads to death.


With dead eyes, tired of riots, shit is quiet
The community is resigned to the violence and lack of justice.


Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Some people join gangs without understanding the gravity of their situation.


Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
Family life is often strained and difficult.


Father's on drugs, moms is smokin', beds is piss-infested
The family unit is dysfunctional and plagued by addiction.


Had eight partners growin' up, eight turned to seven
The artist's friends have been lost to drugs and crime.


Seven turned to six niggas, got two in heaven
Two of the artist's friends have died.


Six of us, holdin' it, now it's five rollin' thick
The group is getting smaller but still strong.


The sixth one's parole flipped, five niggas, went to four quick
One member turned informant and the group has been further diminished.


When he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin'
One member fell into criminal activity after an attempt to go straight didn't work out.


Four niggas still hangin', years passin' and slang changin'
The group has adjusted to changing times but has remained close.


Third one's rappin', slash, actor-waitin' to happen
One member is pursuing a career in entertainment, possibly as a rapper or actor.


Ninety-six, big six, eight was the clip
The group has gone through many changes and some conflict.


Next two, rest in peace, what a brother gotta do to go platinum?
Two members have died and the artist is seeking success in music.


New York, New York (New York state of mind)
The singer is proud to represent his city.


You heard about it, you see about it
New York's reputation precedes it.


You read about it, it's in your papers
The city's struggles are widely covered by the media.


It's in your daily news (get money)
The artist emphasizes the importance of financial success in the city.


New York chronicles, every day
The city's story is being written every day.


The crime rate, the murder rate
The city has a high rate of violent crime.


The money rate, the paper chase, you know what I mean?
The city is also defined by its materialism and pursuit of wealth.


I'm at the, gamblin' spot, my hands on a knot
The artist is gambling with a lot of money.


New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot
The artist's style is emblematic of New York City.


I take a nigga dough, send him home to a shoebox
The artist is successful at hustling and robbing people.


You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox
The singer is taunting someone who has just lost money.


Hear my favorite song, all these niggas sing along
The artist enjoys the sense of community he feels while listening to his favorite music.


All the cigarette smoke's cloggin' my lungs, hoodrats flashin' they tongue
The environment is unhealthy and some people behave inappropriately.


Young thugs blastin' they gun, we got reputations
The singer and his associates have a dangerous reputation.


Bitches and niggas both on parole or probation
Many people in the community are caught in the criminal justice system.


Shit is sick, niggas got gats, army fatigues
The community is heavily armed and paranoid.


I got my eyes glued on, whoever walk in or leave
The artist is constantly surveying his surroundings.


Bunch of triple-cross niggas, just New York niggas
Loyalty is hard to come by and betrayal is common.


Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin' with you
Some people can turn violent without warning.


Some of these dudes the feds be on 'em, you knew 'em for years
Even people you've known for a long time may be under suspicion and scrutiny from law enforcement.


Be the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers
Some people are friendly to your face but untrustworthy behind your back.


That ain't gangsta, niggas is up North with tatted tears
Gangsta behavior isn't just about violence - it's a lifestyle and mindset that can lead to prison time and regret.


Your name's on the affidavit, you ratted kid
The singer is calling out someone who has cooperated with law enforcement in exchange for leniency.


Faggot ass niggas that be scared to do they bids
The artist is critical of people who turn informant to avoid punishment.


Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live
The singer is threatening anyone who turns informant or doesn't abide by the community's standards.


Got your quiet niggas, that relocated down South
Some people in the community have left New York to start over somewhere else.


Comin' back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths
People who leave and come back to show off are sometimes resented by those who stayed behind.


All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.'s
Gangs from the West Coast have made their way to the East Coast, leading to new tensions and rivalries.


Runnin' 'round quick to split your mug, it's easy to score
Violence is common and people will fight over small things.


But it's hard to get the shit off
Making money is difficult and requires a lot of hustle.


Niggas fightin' over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
Drug dealing is a risky and contentious business.


When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell
Drug addicts are desperate for their next fix.


Niggas, mad 'cause they ain't get a piece of that sale
Greed and jealousy can drive people to violence.


Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto survivors
People in the community are shrewd and often have to resort to deceit to get by.


Go to any hood that's live and make it liver
The singer is confident in his ability to succeed in any environment.


A lot of niggas schemin', some real, some niggas frontin'
Many people are trying to hustle and make money, but not everyone is honest.


But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethin'
The singer is determined to succeed, even in a difficult environment.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Eric Barrier, William Griffin, Nasir Jones, Christopher Martin

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