Tales From The Hood
Nas Lyrics


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(Verse 1)
It was '87
Crack money was "Ghetto Heaven"
Niggaz gettin' it
Every block rise to perfection
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by sprinklers that never worked
All the way to the monkey bars, cross that line you got murked
That's other niggaz territory had fiends in the cheese line
They told them fiends calm down, ten dollars each dime
They never scared of Po-Po, was only one patrol car
They wasn't up for crack and I was up on the chin of Pa
Watching hustlers with tinted cars, money makin'
But one kid was into takin'
Had dreadlocks wasn't Jamaican
Fort green he laid
First nigga I ever saw rockin' dreads with a fade
Lead he sprayed on the corners in my hood
Dodgin' and runnin'
The glare in his eyes told you somethin' was commin'
They went to war, Godbless Rita, got shot by mistake
Niggaz got knocked by them Jakes
Homicide suit and tie cops, Mayor Koch, screams in rage
Niggaz so thugs got pits rocking thick chains
Stick-up niggaz so thug they got pits with sick names
Clicks got bigger, extortion cats wasn't hearin' it
But he was regulatin'
A ghetto king, now he levatatin'
They say he smiled in his casket
This ends the first chapter of another Nas classic

(Chorus: repeat 2X)
Tales from the hood, trails of blood
But it's all good, try to stay alive like we all should

(Verse 2)
Yeah I'ma help you nigga, cause I see evil's callin' you
Sick thoughts make you wanna take Ki's from other ballin' crews
Top of the world's all he views
A puff of weed, nothing but greed don't live by the rules
Fuckin' wit' me here's what I do
Try to sell your freedom I'm accustomed to
You could ball wit' me or get arrested too
It's easy to land where they dwell with the greasy hands
Twenty to L' what's your plan take your grams
You bought you a Lexus, BBS spendin' Abrahams
Never learned your lesson, choose the right direction
Thin line from life and death and my man checked in
A motel, same one as a young G he know well
Crossed 'em on a coke sell then went on a run
But shorty got his old folks killed, yo he got 'em done
Nobody to run to, what succumb to
My nigga just wanted to eat, now he hunted on the street

(Chorus)
Tales from the hood, trails of blood
Yeah it's all good, try to stay alive like we all should
Tales from the hood, trails of blood
Though it's all good, try to stay alive like we all should

(Verse 3)
Little Gotti got down for his, let off seven rounds
The kid he hit is heaven bound if he's on the good list
Shorty who shot 'em ran knowing niggaz would snitch
Five years passed he ain't been in the hood since
Shot this nigga over a hundred dollars, money, had borrowed
Time passed, on his birthday he couldn't afford a bottle
Least expected to see 'em, then he asked for his
Nigga said he don't got it, so he blast the kid
Escapes the scene, but he couldn't escape the dream
Or how the kid fell when bullets made it too late to scream
Seeing money's face starin' at him
In black space feelin' hands touchin' him
Wake up it got too much for him
Once liked to be alone
Until he started hearin' groans and seein' things
Now it's time to go home
Niggaz shocked to see him
Gave him respect what he was missin'
All the way from VA his aunt yell "He hate to listen"
So he popped up, they gave him hugs, showed him love
Then he was reminded of that night when he sprayed all them slugs
He hangin' like nuttin' happened, police grabbed him up
Now he seein' ghosts in the cell, they got him strapped up
Psycho ward, rest of his life injected thorazine
Haunted memories in his mind of the murder scene

(Chorus)
Tales from the hood, trails of blood
The book of the dead, translated in thug language, understood?




Tales from the hood, trails of blood
The book of the dead, translated in thug language, you understood

Overall Meaning

In "Tales From The Hood," Nas provides a vivid picture of life in the ghetto in 1987. The song highlights how Crack money became the new ghetto heaven in the 80s, and many people indulged in drug-dealing business to advance their social standing. Nas takes us through a trip down memory lane, where he recollects the rise of green tops, boulders, and bottles, all while dodging and running from gangsters and drive-by shootings. The song delves into the lives of drug dealers, stick-up kids, and the police officers that were after them. The song's verses include stories of hustlers, turf wars, dirty cops and their corrupt ways, and the long-lasting consequences of living a life of crime.


In the song's chorus, Nas repeats, "Tales from the hood, trails of blood, but it's all good, try to stay alive like we all should." The repetition of this hook emphasizes the mantra of staying alive, no matter the circumstances surrounding you. Overall, Nas's "Tales From The Hood" expresses how the allure of the streets, fast money, and petty revenge leads to a never-ending cycle of violence and death.


Line by Line Meaning

It was '87
The year was 1987.


Crack money was "Ghetto Heaven"
Money from selling crack was highly valued in the ghetto.


Niggaz gettin' it
Black people were making money.


Every block rise to perfection
Each neighborhood had its own unique character and was constantly evolving.


Green tops, boulders and bottles
Different types of crack cocaine were being sold on the streets.


Soldiers who follow leaders
Men who followed the instructions of their drug lords.


You owed 'em dollars
If you owed the drug lords money, you had to pay it back or else.


Know that tommorrow you might not see it
You never knew if you were going to make it through the day alive.


Packs got knocked off by sprinklers that never worked
Sometimes police would try to catch drug dealers by spraying water from sprinklers.


All the way to the monkey bars, cross that line you got murked
If you crossed the line into another neighborhood, you could be killed.


That's other niggaz territory had fiends in the cheese line
Another neighborhood had its own drug users waiting to buy drugs.


They never scared of Po-Po, was only one patrol car
People weren't scared of the police because there was only one patrol car.


They wasn't up for crack and I was up on the chin of Pa
The police weren't prepared to handle the crack epidemic, but Nas was learning from an older person (Pa).


Watching hustlers with tinted cars, money makin'
Nas observed drug dealers who were making a lot of money and were flashy.


But one kid was into takin'
One young person was more interested in taking money than selling drugs.


Had dreadlocks wasn't Jamaican
This young person had dreadlocks even though he wasn't Jamaican.


Fort green he laid
This person lived in Fort Greene.


First nigga I ever saw rockin' dreads with a fade
Nas was impressed that this person had dreads and a fade haircut.


Lead he sprayed on the corners in my hood
This person shot people on the street corner in Nas's neighborhood.


Dodgin' and runnin'
This person was always trying to dodge the police.


The glare in his eyes told you somethin' was commin'
This person had a look in his eyes that made you feel like something bad was about to happen.


They went to war, Godbless Rita, got shot by mistake
The two groups went to war and a woman named Rita got shot by accident and died.


Niggaz got knocked by them Jakes
The police arrested some people.


Homicide suit and tie cops, Mayor Koch, screams in rage
There were detectives and uniformed cops investigating the homicide and Mayor Koch was very angry.


Niggaz so thugs got pits rocking thick chains
Some tough guys had pitbulls that wore thick chains as collars.


Stick-up niggaz so thug they got pits with sick names
Robbers (stick-up niggaz) were so tough that they gave their pitbulls intimidating names.


Clicks got bigger, extortion cats wasn't hearin' it
Gangs were getting bigger and people who were being extorted were getting tired of it.


But he was regulatin'
One person was able to control the gangs and the extortion.


A ghetto king, now he levatatin'
This person who controlled the gangs became very powerful and was considered a king. Now he has died and is floating in the afterlife.


They say he smiled in his casket
Rumor has it that he looked happy in his casket.


This ends the first chapter of another Nas classic
This verse concludes the first part of the song.


Tales from the hood, trails of blood
This line is the chorus and the words mean that the song is about stories from the ghetto where violence happens.


Yeah I'ma help you nigga, cause I see evil's callin' you
Nas wants to help someone who he believes has been seduced by evil.


Sick thoughts make you wanna take Ki's from other ballin' crews
This person has bad thoughts and wants to steal drugs from other dealers.


Top of the world's all he views
This person only cares about getting rich and becoming powerful.


A puff of weed, nothing but greed don't live by the rules
This person is greedy and likes to smoke weed.


Fuckin' wit' me here's what I do
Nas warns this person not to mess with him.


Try to sell your freedom I'm accustomed to
Nas suggests that this person is used to trading their freedom for money.


You could ball wit' me or get arrested too
If you want to be a part of Nas's circle, you might end up getting arrested, too.


It's easy to land where they dwell with the greasy hands
It's easy to get stuck in the drug world where everyone's hands are dirty.


Twenty to L' what's your plan take your grams
If you want to make money selling drugs, you need to know where to buy the drugs.


You bought you a Lexus, BBS spendin' Abrahams
If you make enough money, you can buy a nice car and some expensive rims.


Never learned your lesson, choose the right direction
Nas warns this person that they don't seem to learn from their mistakes.


Thin line from life and death and my man checked in
Life is fragile and Nas knows someone who recently died.


A motel, same one as a young G he know well
This person is staying in a motel that Nas is familiar with.


Crossed 'em on a coke sell then went on a run
This person sold drugs to someone and then ran away without paying them.


But shorty got his old folks killed, yo he got 'em done
This person's actions caused the old people that they lived with to be killed.


Nobody to run to, what succumb to
This person has nowhere to go and nothing to do.


My nigga just wanted to eat, now he hunted on the street
This person initially just wanted to make some money, but now is in danger of being killed.


Yeah it's all good, try to stay alive like we all should
The chorus repeats itself.


Little Gotti got down for his, let off seven rounds
A young person named Little Gotti shot someone seven times.


The kid he hit is heaven bound if he's on the good list
The person who was shot is likely dead and gone to heaven.


Shorty who shot 'em ran knowing niggaz would snitch
The person who did the shooting knew that someone would tell the police.


Five years passed he ain't been in the hood since
The person who did the shooting fled the area and hasn't been back in five years.


Shot this nigga over a hundred dollars, money, had borrowed
The person who did the shooting was owed money and shot the victim over $100.


Time passed, on his birthday he couldn't afford a bottle
Years later, the person who did the shooting was too broke to afford alcohol on his birthday.


Least expected to see 'em, then he asked for his
Unexpectedly, the shooter saw the victim and asked him for the money he was owed.


Nigga said he don't got it, so he blast the kid
The victim said he didn't have the money, so the shooter killed him.


Escapes the scene, but he couldn't escape the dream
The shooter ran away but couldn't forget what he had done.


Or how the kid fell when bullets made it too late to scream
The shooter couldn't forget the terrible sound the victim made when he was shot.


Seeing money's face starin' at him
Money was the root of the problem.


In black space feelin' hands touchin' him
The shooter is haunted by dreams of hands touching him in a black void.


Wake up it got too much for him
The shooter is struggling to deal with the guilt.


Once liked to be alone
The shooter used to enjoy being alone.


Until he started hearin' groans and seein' things
Now the shooter is haunted by strange noises and visions.


Now it's time to go home
It's time for the shooter to face his past.


Niggaz shocked to see him
People were surprised to see the shooter.


Gave him respect what he was missin'
People respected the shooter even though he had been away for a long time.


All the way from VA his aunt yell "He hate to listen"
Even though he's from Virginia, the shooter's family is happy to see him but worried he won't listen to them.


So he popped up, they gave him hugs, showed him love
His family hugged him and loved him despite what he had done.


Then he was reminded of that night when he sprayed all them slugs
Being back in his hometown brought back memories of the night he shot someone.


He hangin' like nuttin' happened, police grabbed him up
Even though he was back to his normal life for a moment, the police came and arrested him.


Now he seein' ghosts in the cell, they got him strapped up
The shooter is hallucinating and restrained in his cell.


Psycho ward, rest of his life injected thorazine
The shooter will spend the rest of his life in a psychiatric ward and will be medicated.


Haunted memories in his mind of the murder scene
The shooter is haunted by memories of the murder he committed.


The book of the dead, translated in thug language, understood?
The song is like a book of stories about the dead, using language that only people from the streets would understand.




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TN

Nas is the most unappreciated rapper, yet the greatest all time

Samonoska MCcoy

@Mangani Phiri I think he means what Nas been on a lot of people/emcees just reaching. Remember Jay tried to diss Nas for being physically and mentally aware 🤷🏾‍♂️

Dachi Stepanishvili

most underappreciated rappers: Big L, Inspectah Deck, GZA, Kool G Rap, Black Thought, Pharoahe Monch, Mos Def and more...

Mangani Phiri

Nas gets enough recognition I think.

Abracadabra 303

Absolutely

Ronald Baker

I agree with the comment about opinions. But, you can't argue with the facts! Nas' body of work (released, unreleased and collaborations) is unmatched by anyone!!

Warren London

Another Underrated Musical Masterpiece By The Legend Nas!

JAYO46

Street poet, real rap Nas is an all time great 💯💯💯

Backpack Josh

Correction he is the greatest!!

John C. Spain

Nas unreleased tracks imo are some of his best

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