Verbal Intercourse
Nas Lyrics


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No tricks, no tricks, baby (yeah)
No tricks, no tricks y'all (ayy, yo, Rae)
Check it out y'all
It's the science (fly wonderful)
Yeah, y'all
Tony Starks and, um, Lex Diamonds
Tony Starks, my nigga Nas
Cream, my whole team is eatin' off this good shit
Word up
Good shit, nigga (I guess we celbratin')
Word to the wise
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
All types of shit, yo, son
These kids mad, teach 'em how to rhyme (yo, you know my story right?)
Yeah, baby (show those crabs how to rhyme)
RZA, Chef, the Ghost and Nas, nigga is the prophet
It's only like five percent out of a hundred
RZA, Chef, the Ghost and Nas, nigga is the prophet
Do it to 'em, baby

Yo, through the lights, cameras and action, glamour, glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace, leavin' savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real, it never haunts me while
Funny style niggas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin' weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Perhaps bullets bust niggas discuss mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin' plates
In the building niggas buildin', like little children, starin'
Them older niggas ain't carin'
Sirens circlin', fiends are lurkin' in your baggage
Oh, one's gone now, what? Smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales bubble like Woolworth's
In the projects, richest niggas rockin' all the real worth
Police questionin', rooftop cats invested in
Tradin' in they Lexuses, GS's, sendin' messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords

With the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild life of war
Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks so I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In denial, I'm bangin' niggas for slot time
Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you lookin' at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas slide through
Like doors, yo, you're starin' in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin'
New jacks surrenderin', come home not rememberin'
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Lookin' gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop wringer style
Your faggot-ass got bashed tryna turn the dial
You told your boo you was wilin'
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
Infirmary niggas are screamin', "I got juxed"
Sharpened toothbrushes, one-ninety mixed with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen stashin' ice picks
Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block

Cream my whole team is eatin' off this good shit
(Word up, throw your hands up)
Good shit, nigga, next time don't overlook shit
(Cock back the MAC, say whatever your Hawaiin style)
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in the front pocket
(Exoticness, fly shit)




RZA, Chef, the Ghost and Nas, nigga is the prophet
(Floatin' on the 95 in the wind)

Overall Meaning

In Nas's song "Verbal Intercourse," he raps about the harsh realities of life in the streets, where violence and desperation are constant presences. The first verse starts with Nas describing the glitz and glamour of fame, but also marks his mission to inspire change before his inevitable death. He speaks of the "beast" that will rise when he's gone, leaving savages to roam. The next few lines talk about living on the run and navigating the system that has oppressed him.


The second verse focuses more specifically on drug dealing and its consequences. Nas describes the brutal nature of the drug trade and the violence that surrounds it. He also touches on the prison system and the cycle that many young men are caught in, going in and out of jail without significant change in their circumstances. Nas refers to the police officers as "crooked cops" and mentions specific law enforcement agents when talking about the danger he faces.


The final verse concludes with a dark, moody description of jail life. He speaks of violence and desperation surrounding him, and people struggling to survive any way they can. Nas's depictions are harsh and unflinching, highlighting the systemic and institutional injustices that exist. Overall, "Verbal Intercourse" is a commentary on the bleak realities of street life.


Line by Line Meaning

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
In the midst of fame and fortune, I reveal my knowledge and intent to lead a revolution


I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
I disseminate my message, aiming to impact and inspire the masses globally


When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
After I pass away, the oppressive systems and destructive forces will thrive


To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
The victors will not achieve genuine peace but rather perpetuate chaos and violence, creating a lawless society


Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
I am constantly evading the law, with agents bribing me to surrender my weapon


Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
The corrupt justice system abuses its power to manipulate and oppress me and my family


Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I casually smoke luxurious marijuana and carry a gun for my own protection


I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it never haunts me
My gritty lifestyle may seem vulgar, but it is authentic and doesn't trouble me


While, funny style niggas roll in the pile
Meanwhile, fraudulent people an amass undeserved wealth


Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Foolish individuals headed to prison at Riker's Island display their senseless bravado


Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life
These individuals prioritize riches and luxury possessions, even when in possession of illegal substances


Props is a true thug's wife
Reputation and respect are highly valued by a genuine gangster


It's like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
The justice system, particularly for Black individuals, creates a cyclical pattern of incarceration and repeated offenses


Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
After serving time for one crime, some individuals return to their prior criminal activity and continue the same mistakes


From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Life is always full of unknowns, from beginning to end


Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual
Gun violence and death are pervasive issues in our society, treated as the norm


Perhaps bullets bust niggas discuss mad money
The violent culture surrounding wealth and drug trafficking is widely discussed among criminals


True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
We recognize the facade of privilege and dishonesty, often led by white individuals


Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Most drug-related crimes are easily recorded and those drugs are ultimately consumed or destroyed


Pyrex pots, we break, fiends licking plates
We use glass cooking dishes for drug transportation and addicts often resort to desperate measures


In the building niggas building, like little children, staring
People inside the building, including gang members, are childishly gawking or admiring each other


Them older niggas ain't caring
The older gang members are not concerned with the immature behavior of their younger counterparts


Sirens circling fiends are lurking in your baggage
The constant presence of law enforcement and the possibility of drug possession haunts and stresses individuals


Oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
Once someone is killed or missing, someone else is willing to fill their place with violence


In the woodwork, crack sales bubble like Woolworth's
Drug sales occur everywhere, hidden from sight like the worked wood in furniture


In the projects, richest niggas rocking all the real worth
In low-income neighborhoods, few people control the wealth and influence the distribution of resources


Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in
The police interrogate individuals, while some criminals watch from above and plan their own illegal activity


Trading in they Lexuses, GS's, sending messages
Criminals trade luxury vehicles and send hidden messages to continue their enterprises


Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Simple math dictates success and leads to excessive champagne drinking


Gun wars my crew feel 'em like swords
Our group experiences gun violence like a battle, engaging in metaphorical combat


With the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes
I wear designer clothes and jewelry, as well as carry large amounts of drugs


Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
Addicts are found dead in bodies of water or other remote locations, while we avoid and escape law enforcement


What I strive for is what I live for
My ultimate goal is the focus of my life and actions


Infatuated by material things in this wild life of war
Despite the violence and danger, I am obsessed with accumulating lavish possessions


Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
I envision a wealthy, luxurious future for myself like a magical, idealized place


Future stacks so I hold
I save and hoard money for my future plans


Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
I store numerous bags of drugs inside an inconspicuous shoebox


Don't keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
I don't keep any evidence or contraband in my place, fearing the fate of the deceased rapper Tupac


Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
I control two drug sale locations and recently acquired a new one with abundant supply


Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
I am always on edge, fearing potential gun battles and corrupt law enforcement, including a specific officer named Bad Tony


In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for slot time
In prison, I am fighting other inmates for time on shared facilities or equipment


Hurry up duke I'm next on line
I am impatiently waiting and eager to use the shared resources


And what the fuck is you looking at?
Why are you staring and minding my business?


By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Can you give me that Green Bay hat by the way?


Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas slide through
Be cautious in the cafeteria, as new inmates may approach and pose a threat


Like doors yo, you're staring in the mess hall
Inmates stare at each other in the mess hall, like in a revolving door


Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
You feel anxious and energized, while others steal your cigarettes


New jacks surrendering, come home not remembering
New inmates quickly submit to prison culture and may not remember their former lives after they are released


Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
When you were released on bail, you wore mismatched shoes and dress clothing


Looking gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Other inmates assaulted and beat you up for appearing vulnerable or effeminate in the prison yard


Flashbacks, of the day room, mop wringer style
You recall memories of past prison experiences, particularly wringing out mops in a shared cleaning space


Your faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
You were beaten for trying to change the television channel


You told your boo you was wiling
You bragged to your partner that you were acting reckless


Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
After listening to a Wu-Tang Clan album, you realized your family has roots in the New York City neighborhood Shaolin (Staten Island)


High class cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
Sophisticated drug manufacturers use phone books as material for bulletproof vests


Infirmary niggas are screaming, 'I got juxed!'
Patients in the infirmary unit are yelling that they were robbed or deceived


Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
Inmates sharpen toothbrushes for use as weapons and mix hot water and oil to throw at enemies


Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Your associate is hiding sharp devices in the kitchen for future use


Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
I conclude my lyrics with a bold, definitive statement


Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block
My crew, including myself, Nas, and Raekwon, produce and distribute the most high-quality drugs in the neighborhood




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Corey Woods, David Porter, Robert F. Diggs, Ronnie Williams

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@thenotorious4305

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny style niggas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Perhaps bullets bust niggas discuss mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends licking plates
In the building niggas building, like little children, staring
Them older niggas ain't caring
Sirens circling fiends are lurking in your baggage
Oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales bubble like Woolworth's
In the projects, richest niggas rocking all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in
Trading in they Lexuses, GS's, sending messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars my crew feel 'em like swords

With the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild life of war
Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks so I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for slot time
Hurry up duke I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas slide through
Like doors yo, you're staring in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come home not remembering
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Looking gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop wringer style
Your faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
You told your boo you was wiling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block



All comments from YouTube:

@badarmasih9182

NaS verse should be dipped in gold, locked away and preserved in the Library of Congress for eternity. My favorite hip hop artist of all time. Untouchable with his lyrics, his knowledge and his teachings.

@lovememoremeticulous4378

Always was the Genius of Nas, he said things that were eternal, you couldn’t put a time on it, now in 2022 27 years later that verse is still holds up

@GTD9002

Bro that verse is already GOLD
So no need
For it to be dipped
In what its already is...

@ewolffman

put in on the record for voyager 3 for sure

@mikeahrstrom724

One of the most phenomenal verses ever... Nas did his thing 🔥🎶

@Jvive3o5

💯

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@suffa07

I don’t regularly listen to hip hop music anymore, haven’t for years. I imagine I outgrew it. But I came across this song again today, and I can definitively express the same sentiment at 48 as I did at 25, 30, and 37, that Nas’s verse on this song is single handedly the most well constructed, effortlessly delivered, intelligently creative pieces of lyricism, song, poetry, or rap the world has ever heard.

I know that Nas has visited Universities and Colleges regarding his songs and his approach to writing. But, it’s amazing to me how a mind that can construct such lyrics as these, on par with writing greats like the Shakespeares, Steinbecks, Hemingways, and Faulkners, not have more notoriety or presence in the literature world.

Nas is truly “Half-Man, Half Amazing” with that pen...

@mibraliy

Very well said, and I totally agree. You have really framed it in the most eye opening manner for all to see. I've always made a similar argument about Nas' writing ability being on par with any great writer throughout history.

@benoplasm

CNN did a piece about nas and crowned him the greatest lyricist of all time, but I think it goes beyond that. Nas is on par with greats like Shakespeare.

@joeljoseph9017

@benoplasm 91_ 97 no mc was touching nas in his prime

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