Suspect
Nas Lyrics


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Yo, what up, dunn?
Yo, son, what up?
Yo, I just got my hands on this new biscuit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word?
I got to go see somethin' real qui-
Yo, walk with me here real fast, yo
Word? Right
Yo, yo, son, man
See them niggas right there, man?
Yeah, I'm sayin', man, it's about time, man
Them niggas is shinin', everythin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Them niggas is gettin' my money, yo
Them niggas is gettin' my money, yo
Yo, fuck that, man, I'ma get that nigga, yo

It was a murder
Jake just hit the corner, people swarmin'
Three in the mornin', I jumped out my cab like "Fuck"
Niggas is buck, mega bloodshed, the tapes red
I heard some bird whisper, "Yo, he should've ducked"
I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the scene for real-er
I'm all high, it's late, I'm lookin' down at the fella
Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion
His mom's had a stare I wouldn't dare second look when I murk
It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder
That the street's designed to stop your life clock, the beast'll time ya
Cell to cell, suspect-ass nigga, you fell
First time locked in Comstock, my mind blocks the frail
Burstin', blastin' at your forty cal' shells split your dry cell
My niggas never snitch, why tell?
We roll with no regrets, destinies, fifties and equities
Queens'll be the death of me

To the suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight)
Suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight)

Dear God, I want the riches
Money hungry bitches infested
Givin' the jealous niggas sickness to witness
My crew dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence
Try to test this scientist, able and reckless
Slaughter, Nautica'd down, frames look petite
Ten millies, minks designed just for my physique
I keep a low pro' as if I owe, bless the flow lovely
My pants hang low while I'm dancin', sippin' the bubbly
Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes Chinese
Rollin' two Phillies together make blunts Siamese
I meant it, I represent it
Descendant made of early natives
That were captured and taught to think backwards
Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's massive
A Million Man March, alert the masses
Tan Clarks, Armani in small print upon my glasses
Don assassins, Armageddon
The wedding of a freak and a beat
Seven heads, got the righteous threatened
Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the settin'
Comprehend the grammar, math we own
Are you the type of nigga to shoot a leg to get your name known?
I flip the brain tone, niggas get hit and wrapped in plastic
The mic I strike in vain givin' the pain of what a MAC is
What you with? Lucci or drama?
No sleep means insomnia
No need to check the clock, the streets'll time ya

The suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight)

Yeah, yeah, it justifies
Nas Escobar's leavin' shit mesmerized
Mega live like the third world
Decipher my deceiver, make him a believer
Spittin' Gem Stars words in my mic type receiver
Bond is my life, so I live by my word
Never fraudulent, Queensbridge don't make no herbs
Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they speakin'
Rebel to America civilization, caught you sleepin'

Queensbridge, boy, once again, boy
(Recognize, boy, recognize) Stupid motherfuckers
Yeah, yeah, street educated, created
Fly gangsta, Firm style
AZ, what up, what up?
Jungle, Benny Blanco from the 'Bridge
'Mega, Big Hi, clap 'em down




L.E.S. on a murder quest
Yeah, yeah, y'all

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Nas's song Suspect tell the story of a murder that the rapper witnesses late at night on the street. The scene is chaotic and violent, with people swarming and the victim's body pushed into an ambulance. Nas reflects on the dangerous nature of the streets and how easily life can be taken, noting that those who live a life of crime should expect to end up locked up or worse. He then goes on to describe his own life and beliefs, proclaiming his desire for riches and success while acknowledging the jealousy and sickness that often accompany such things. He also mentions the struggles of his ancestors and their enslavement, as well as his own dedication to the streets and his hometown of Queens. Overall, the lyrics paint a vivid picture of the harsh realities of life in the inner city and the challenges faced by those who live there.


Line by Line Meaning

It was a murder
The singer is describing a murder that took place.


Jake just hit the corner people swarming
People are gathering around the scene of the crime.


Three in the morning I jumped out my cab like "Fuck, Niggas is buck,"
The singer arrived at the scene of the crime and expressed his surprise.


mega bloodshed, the tapes red
The bloody scene is recorded on tape.


I heard some bird whisper, "Yo he should have ducked"
The artist overhears someone saying that the victim should have tried to avoid the attack.


I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the scene for rilla
The singer smoked marijuana before arriving at the violent scene.


I'm all high it's late I'm looking down at the fella
The singer is under the influence of drugs and looking down at the victim.


Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion
The victim's head is severely injured and he is placed on a cushioned stretcher.


His mom's had a stare I wouldn't dare second look when I murk It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder
The victim's mother looks at the artist and he feels guilty, being reminded of the pain that such an event causes.


That the street's designed to stop your life, plot The beast in time yeah, cell to cell suspect ass nigga you fell First time locked in crime stop my mind blocks the frail
The street life is dangerous and violent, and the artist worries about ending up in jail.


Bursting blasting at your forty cal shell, split your dry cell My niggas never snitch why tell We roll with no regrets, destiny's, fifty's and equities Queens'll be the death of me
The singer and his friends are willing to use violence to protect themselves, and they will never betray each other. The singer even accepts the possibility of dying for Queens.


Dear God, I want the riches, money hungry bitches infested Giving the jealous niggas sickness, the witness
The artist desires wealth and women, but he knows that his success will draw jealousy and attention from others.


My crew dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence Try to test this, scientist, able and reckless
The singer and his friends dress in bulletproof vests and are not afraid to use violence.


Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's massive A Million Man March, alert the masses Ten glocks, Armani in small print, upon my glasses
The singer is aware of the oppressive system that he and his community are trapped in. He is ready to fight against it with weapons and fashion accessories.


The mic I strike in vain giving the pain of what a Mack is What you with? Luchi or drama, no sleep means insomnia No need to check the clock, the streets are timing you
The singer is skilled with a microphone and can deliver painful lyrics. He is always alert because he knows that danger is always present in his environment.


It justifies, Nas Escobar's leaving shit mesmerized Mega live, like the third world Decipher my deceiver make him a believer Spitting Jim stars, words in my mic type receiver
The artist's performance is impressive and powerful, like that of a revolutionary leader. He challenges his enemies to face him, confident in his abilities.


Bond is my life so I live by my word Never fraudulent Queens bridge don't make no herbs Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they speaking Rebel to America civilization caught you sleeping
The artist values loyalty and truth, and he represents Queens Bridge with pride. He wants his voice to be heard by all, and he views himself as a rebel against the larger American society.


To the suspect witness don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight
The singer warns anyone who might witness or report his crime to stay away.


(Suspect witness don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight)
The singer reiterates his warning.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Leshan Lewis, Chuck Mangione, Nasir Jones

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