You Wanna Be
Nas Lyrics


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Uh,oh baby, baby
Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah

Now slowly, thinkin' of all the things that oppose me
I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin' pitiful
First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)
Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable
Cause she want to dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too (ha)
I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
Can't keep they hands to theyself no more
I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a

Want to be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just want to be down
So you, want to be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, you want to be son, I'm the one and only
But you, want to be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
But you, want to be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction

You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy
It's childish; should I have to resort to violence?
Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album
And show you how to stay off my dick
That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection
You unlucky, I'm your fuckin' c-section
Plus I'm the last real nigga alive
Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high
Realize, how many classics I gave you
Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you

Want to be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just want to be down
So you, want to be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, you want to be son, I'm the one and only
But you, want to be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
But you, want to be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction

You can't be me, I'm tryin' to walk a straight line
Why they tryin' to take mine? I'm past '8 Miles' of every state line
Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts
At the player's ball, Brianni suits, why'all birds watch
As real millionaire, shit'll take place
Evil as Hitler's hate-race people
This is God son, and I've come from the God under pure peace
To represent the streets, you'll see that my plan
Is not to destroy your man
But to bring more to mankind and teach
Every MC reach for your pens and papers
Lesson one be creative; what you made of Junior?
Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand, to battle Nas not in your plan
I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that
And you my offspring, the boss sting
A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
Nas the king, where my bricks, where my band at?
Play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me
If I ain't cryin' laughin', to the lions, throw your ass in
What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin'?
Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin' that you comin' for the kingpin
But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha
Take me out, try try try, but you

Want to be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch
You coward, you clown, you just want to be down
So you, want to be me, you bitch, you phony
You clone me, you want to be son, I'm the one and only
But you, want to be me, you suckers, you weak
You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
But you, want to be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson




Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction
You can't be me

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Nas’s song “You Wanna Be Me” delve into the reality of fame and the challenges it brings. The opening lines encourage the listener to keep it tough and also to be armed with a weapon, emphasizing that the music industry is not all glamour but is also filled with risks. The context of the song sees Nas contemplate his position in the game and the opposition he has faced.


In the following segments of the song, Nas contrasts the love he receives from fans with the hate that he receives from some rappers as he asserts his dominance in the game. In the chorus, he addresses those who seek to imitate him and be like him but falls short. He refers to them as cowards, clowns, and fake, who try to align themselves with him for their own benefit. Nas then asserts himself as the last real nigga alive and the king of the rap industry, insinuating that those who want to be like him can never rise up to his level.


The entire song is a message to the rap game, asserting the autonomy of Nas as the king of the industry and torchbearer for other MCs, stressing the importance of creativity and growth. The lyrics of the song point to the underbelly of the music industry and how it affects the lives of those in it.


Line by Line Meaning

Now slowly, thinkin' of all the things that oppose me
Reflecting on the various obstacles and threats I face


I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
Contemplating the tragic fates of past leaders and the jealous rivals who seek to overthrow me


For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Those who challenge me often suffer violent consequences and meet their demise


Dead in the street, it's so fuckin' pitiful
Their deaths are a sad and tragic sight to behold


First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)
Those who were once loyal and close to me can turn on me for selfish reasons


Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable
A former lover who resents my wealth and success has become unhappy and bitter


Cause she want to dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
She is envious of the extravagant lifestyles of other women and wants to emulate them


But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too (ha)
The women she admires are not as fortunate as they appear to be, and the men in their lives are unsuccessful


I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth
I am self-sufficient and made my own success, rising from poverty to riches


From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
I have acquired wealth and luxury, including fancy cars and attractive women


Can't keep they hands to theyself no more
The women in my life are very eager for my attention and affection


I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a
I am like the famous Playboy founder and mogul, and those who try to imitate me are inferior and pale in comparison


Want to be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch
You desire to be like me, but you are weak and lacking in courage and integrity


You coward, you clown, you just want to be down
You are a spineless and ridiculous individual who seeks to associate with me in order to boost your own status


So you, want to be me, you bitch, you phony
You are a fake and insincere person who pretends to be like me


You clone me, you want to be son, I'm the one and only
You are trying to copy and emulate me, but I am the true, one and only original


You suckers, you weak
You are foolish and feeble-minded individuals


You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
You are failures and frauds who could never match me, even at my worst


I burn you and learn you a lesson
I will teach you a harsh and valuable lesson by defeating you


Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction
In the world of rapping, you should look elsewhere and not try to compete with me


You can't be me
It is impossible for you to achieve the same level of success and stature as I have


Not in your wildest fantasy
Even in your most extravagant dreams or imaginations, you could never measure up to me


It's childish; should I have to resort to violence?
Any attempts to harm or challenge me are juvenile, and I shouldn't need to use physical force to protect myself


Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album
I am willing to offer my expertise on creating successful albums, but only for a high price


And show you how to stay off my dick
I will demonstrate how to stop obsessing over and imitating me


That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man
The act of constantly copying and following me is something I despise, and it shows a lack of masculinity and independence


When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans
You rely on using my name and reputation to boost your own fanbase and popularity


No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection
You have no real skills or talent, and require guidance in order to create anything worthwhile; you are weak and diseased


You unlucky, I'm your fuckin' c-section
Your existence is unfortunate and unpleasant, and I represent the painful process of bringing you into the world


Plus I'm the last real nigga alive
I am the final and ultimate example of a true, authentic black man


Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high
I raise a glass in celebration of my success and the success of my record label, Ill Will


Realize, how many classics I gave you
Recognize and appreciate the many timeless and influential songs I have created


Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you
If you reflect on your own success and career, you will understand that I played a vital role in your growth and development


I'm tryin' to walk a straight line
I am striving to maintain a moral and ethical path in my life and career


Why they tryin' to take mine?
Why are others attempting to steal or undermine my success?


I'm past '8 Miles' of every state line
I have surpassed and overcome every obstacle, no matter where I am


Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts
My wealth and success have allowed me to indulge in extravagant and exotic foods


At the player's ball, Brianni suits, why'all birds watch
At a party for successful and wealthy individuals, I am dressed in expensive and stylish suits, while others look on enviously


As real millionaire, shit'll take place
As a true and legitimate millionaire, I can influence and affect many things


Evil as Hitler's hate-race people
The negative forces and individuals I face are as destructive and dangerous as Hitler and his followers


This is God son, and I've come from the God under pure peace
My name is Nas, but I am also a divine and peaceful being who has descended from God


To represent the streets, you'll see that my plan
I am a representative and voice for the common people and their struggles and issues


Is not to destroy your man
My goal is not to harm or undermine any specific individual


But to bring more to mankind and teach
I aim to educate and enlighten others, and create positive change for humanity


Every MC reach for your pens and papers
I encourage all rappers to focus on their craft and hone their writing abilities


Lesson one be creative; what you made of Junior?
The first and most important lesson is to be original and resourceful in your music; what is your potential, Junior?


Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
One day, you will mature and develop into an experienced and skilled artist


And understand, to battle Nas not in your plan
To engage in a competition with me is not a wise or viable strategy


And you my offspring, the boss sting
You are like my child or protégé, and I am the powerful and influential leader


A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
I have acquired expensive and impenetrable cars and assets that you cannot comprehend or appreciate


Nas the king, where my bricks, where my band at?
I am the king and ruler of my domain, and demand respect and loyalty from those around me


Play me a gangster's theme, while you entertain me
Entertain me with a song that reflects my powerful and intimidating persona


If I ain't cryin' laughin', to the lions, throw your ass in
If I am not amused or impressed, I will punish and cast you out like prey to savage animals


What the fuck was you niggaz thinkin'?
What were you foolish and deluded individuals hoping to accomplish by crossing me?


Guns'll clutch if I get a inklin' that you comin' for the kingpin
If I suspect or sense that you are planning to harm or challenge me, I will fiercely defend myself and my position of power


But I laugh at you cowards, ha ha ha
I find your attempts to intimidate or harm me to be hilarious and futile


Take me out, try try try, but you
You can try as hard as you want to take me down or defeat me, but you will ultimately fail




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CARL THOMPSON, NASIR JONES, TONY LONG

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@shays.3104

“If the truth is told, the youth can grow.”
-Nas.

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A song like this is really necessary right now

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