Shootouts
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Yo, release what's in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty
Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Instead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at
It's slow, lookin' for Rambo
The cop who got grazed back in the days
Chasin' niggas through my project maze
That cop, he got a death wish
He run behind niggas until you breathless
Everyday he makin' ten arrests, shit
My nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with
I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it
(Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum
To check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly, with the blonde Caesar
Vittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater
I heard she brag about the way he eat her
A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
She do be lookin' weaker now, her teeth are foul
Speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'
Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
I heard she let Jake investigate from her window
Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info
So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up
I know he vest up, we blazin' from the neck up
(Yo, let me knock first)
Soon as he open, let your Glock burst
They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first
We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the monitors
They eying us (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)
Pull his shades down, he seen his last days now
There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now
Two in the dome, he's laid down
Ayo, the bitch is saved now
She's livin' in a snitch grave now

Shootouts is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to face without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold
See, It Was Written, but was never told
Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron
Police roll in hot pursuit, trying to stop the loot
Fuck Jake, cock and shoot

Still on the streets with my peeps so deep
We threw a block party for my man goin' up creek
To do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board
Peace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record
Pop a bottle, 'cause when you come home we still got it sewn
We can watch the tape play back and just zone
Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter
Music was loud and it was crowded
Barbecued wings, we fed the fiends
(Gamble in the back) Killa shouted
And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Rollie cost
Guzzled his drink, and staggered off
He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the hill
Couldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel
Something in the air, yeah
Frank returned with Pierre
A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year
I usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend
And everyone except for me had started reachin'
They had gats in each others faces
With kids and grandmothers around
Frank's only concern was his papers
My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off
Police blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off
Runnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of fagots
Startin' shit in my hood, I can't have it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless
Jake is still out, let's make it real and still make them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'
We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died
Internal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95

Shootouts is similar to Wild West
Broad daylight, face to face without a vest
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold
See, It Was Written, but was never told
Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold
Niggas roll with iron




Police roll in hot pursuit, trying to stop the loot
Nigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot

Overall Meaning

In the song "Shootouts," Nas describes the gritty reality of living in Queens, New York, where shootings and drug dealing were a way of life. The lyrics explore the mindset of the criminals and the way they operate. The first verse describes a cop who is chasing after drug dealers daily and making ten arrests at a time. Nas describes how the cop has a death wish and will run until the suspect is breathless. The second verse describes a street party where everything is seemingly peaceful until a previous drug dealer returns to the hood and starts trouble, causing a shootout between two groups.


The lyrics of "Shootouts" showcase Nas's ability to bring attention to the social realities of living in the hood while making it sound like an exciting story. He paints vivid pictures of police chases, drug dealers, and street parties, all while maintaining the overall theme of the brutality of living in the Wild West. The song is an excellent example of Nas's storytelling ability, which has been one of his most significant contributions to the hip-hop genre.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, release what's in me
Yo, let out the emotions and thoughts that are inside me


Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty
In addition to the liquor, I've seen a lot in my life


Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
Drug addicts become thin as if Queens is a weight loss program


Instead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams
Instead of following healthy diets, people in Queens use crack cocaine, 200 grams worth


I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at
I sell drugs and I'm always on the lookout for the police


It's slow, lookin' for Rambo
The police are slowly searching for a cop who got shot in the past


The cop who got grazed back in the days
Referring to a cop who got shot but survived in the past


Chasin' niggas through my project maze
The cop is constantly chasing criminals through the complex where I live


That cop, he got a death wish
The cop seems to have a desire for danger and is willing to risk his life


He run behind niggas until you breathless
He's relentless in chasing criminals until they're exhausted


Everyday he makin' ten arrests, shit
He's making numerous arrests every single day


My nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with
Listen, I'm aware of the woman he sleeps with


I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it
I even approved of her, with a forty caliber handgun, I checked the situation


(Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
(I already examined it, my friend, you can spot his concealed firearm near his ankle)


Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum
Look, he parked his Jeep in the less affluent area


To check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly, with the blonde Caesar
He went to see Tanisha, a curvy and stylish woman with a blonde hairstyle


Vittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater
She wears expensive Vittadini clothing and drives a small convertible car


I heard she brag about the way he eat her
I heard she boasts about how satisfying their sexual encounters are


A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
There's an Irish man, who is short, slim, and tanned, rumored to have given her drugs


She do be lookin' weaker now, her teeth are foul
She appears to be unhealthy and her teeth are in poor condition


Speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
She talks loudly and her behavior changes when she's under the influence of marijuana


Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'
Her once sizable buttocks are shrinking rapidly, like cotton candy disappearing in someone's hungry mouth


Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
She wears the same clothes every day, like a disciplined soldier in my group


I heard she let Jake investigate from her window
I heard she allows the cop to gather information by spying on others from her window


Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info
Because she's a nymphomaniac, engaging in sexual activities and revealing information


So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up
So now it's arranged, she and the cop will be attacked violently


I know he vest up, we blazin' from the neck up
I know he's wearing a bulletproof vest, so we aim for his head


(Yo, let me knock first)
(Yo, let me enter first)


Soon as he open, let your Glock burst
As soon as he opens the door, start shooting with your handgun


They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first
The cop was in handcuffs, my friend, break the lock off first


We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt
We forcefully entered, the cop reacted suddenly, Jungle shot him in the chest


I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
I grabbed the woman by her breasts, she attempted to claim she was innocent


We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the monitors
We noticed surveillance cameras, audio recorders, and screens displaying live feeds


They eying us (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five)
They are watching us closely (Nas, yo, he survived being shot once with a .45 caliber handgun)


Pull his shades down, he seen his last days now
We pulled his sunglasses down, he realized that these were his final moments


There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now
There's no way now that we can be oppressed and mistreated like slaves


Two in the dome, he's laid down
Two shots to the head, he's dead


Ayo, the bitch is saved now
Now the woman is safe


She's livin' in a snitch grave now
She's living a life where she's ostracized for being a snitch


Shootouts is similar to Wild West
Shootouts are comparable to the lawlessness of the Wild West


Broad daylight, face to face without a vest
Shootouts happening in broad daylight, confronting each other without protective vests


You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
You're familiar with the situations, criminals hide their intentions


Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold
I'm pleading to God, asking Him to save the life that has been corrupted by evil


See, It Was Written, but was never told
My life and experiences were scripted, but they were never revealed


Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold
Take a look at the valuable knowledge and wisdom, my Black brother, it's even more precious than gold


Niggas roll with iron
People carry guns


Police roll in hot pursuit, trying to stop the loot
The police chase us aggressively, attempting to prevent us from acquiring wealth


Fuck Jake, cock and shoot
Screw the police, ready your gun and shoot


Still on the streets with my peeps so deep
I'm still out on the streets with my close friends, deeply connected


We threw a block party for my man goin' up creek
We organized a neighborhood celebration for my friend who is going to prison


To do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board
He's going to serve a prison sentence of two to four years, and people are showing him support from all over


Peace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record
Greetings, my friend, we have a Sony handheld camera recording the event


Pop a bottle, 'cause when you come home we still got it sewn
Let's celebrate with a bottle of alcohol because when you're released from prison, we'll still have a strong presence


We can watch the tape play back and just zone
We can watch the recorded footage and relax


Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
Record all the attractive women sitting on the benches with impressive hairstyles or accessories


We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter
We close off the streets, allowing only our crew members' cars to pass through


Music was loud and it was crowded
The music was loud, and there were many people present


Barbecued wings, we fed the fiends
We served barbecued chicken wings to the drug addicts


(Gamble in the back) Killa shouted
(A game of chance in progress in the back) Killa yelled


And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Rollie cost
Frank attempted to win money at the gambling table but lost an amount equivalent to the price of a Rolex watch


Guzzled his drink, and staggered off
He drank his alcoholic beverage quickly and stumbled away


He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the hill
He used to sell drugs and make a lot of money, now he's a successful and respected individual in the community


Couldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel
He couldn't handle losing his money, and I could sense his frustration


Something in the air, yeah
There was an ominous feeling in the atmosphere


Frank returned with Pierre
Frank came back with Pierre


A gun slinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year
A skilled gunman who hasn't been seen by anyone for a year


I usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend
I usually carry a firearm, especially during this kind of event


And everyone except for me had started reachin'
Everyone, except for me, began reaching for their guns


They had gats in each others faces
They pointed guns at each other


With kids and grandmothers around
Although there were children and elderly people present


Frank's only concern was his papers
Frank's only concern was his money


My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off
My friend Killa started shooting, and many of the fake people fled


Police blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off
The police quickly launched an organized attack, waiting for that moment to occur


Runnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of fagats
Causing chaos and conflict, it angered me because they're a group of fake people


Startin' shit in my hood, I can't have it
Causing trouble in my neighborhood, I won't tolerate it


Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless
Hey High, get the .40 caliber stainless steel handgun


Jake is still out, let's make it real and still make them niggas famous
The police are still present, let's make this confrontation intense and also gain notoriety


Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
Hide behind trees wearing camouflage clothing and shoot, maneuvering and dodging skillfully


Hearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin'
Hearing the police responding with gunfire, and Wiz was positioned in an alley waiting


We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died
We quickly leave the area, get into the car, and learn that Pierre was killed


Internal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95
He's bleeding internally, and he hasn't returned since 1995


Nigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot
Screw the police, ready your gun and shoot




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jean Claude Olivier, Nasir Jones, Richard Pimentel, Samuel J. Barnes

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