Hustler
Nas ft. The Game Lyrics

Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Dre is a true-gangster from Compton

Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Nas is a true-gangster from Queensbridge

Do the history
Take a look at the past events to understand the present situation

Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Before joining The Firm, many years ago

Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre
Nas was the first NY rapper to collaborate with Dr. Dre

So, of course, I got a track to bring it back to your face
I have a track to remind you of our past collaborations

The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away
I was the one who could have joined Aftermath Records but didn't

But we still get together like every several years
We still collaborate occasionally

To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears
To make music that is pleasant to listen to

Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
We're living a luxurious lifestyle in Rio de Janeiro and don't care about what people think

Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci luggage
Our luggage may be expensive, but we don't brag about it

I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
I enjoy being in Cape Cod and looking at beautiful women with gray eyes

Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I use lube to masturbate

I like to celebrate, why? - cause I can vision
I enjoy celebrating because I can see a positive future

Collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate
I have created a collection of images that represent my life without regret or hate

So every breath I take, is all about the rules
I live according to a strict set of principles

It's hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude
It's difficult for you to understand our lifestyle and choices

So crack the Patron, it's on heathens, The God's back
Let's drink some Patron because Nas is back

Hard body, Mr. Jones never leaving
I am here to stay and work hard

Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
People who hustle, deal and ride in drop-top cars

Make that cake, cop two five fivers
Earn money and buy expensive things

Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
Men who control women and have expensive jewelry

East to West Coast we riders
We travel from the East to West Coast

1995, eleven years from the day
The year 1995, eleven years from another significant event

I'm in the record shop with choices to make
I am in the music store trying to decide what to buy

"Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the left homie
The album "Illmatic" is on the top shelf of the store, while "The Chronic" is on the left

Wanna cop both but only got a twenty on me
I want to buy both albums but only have $20

So fuck it, I stole both, spent the twenty on a dub sack
I decided to steal both albums and spend the $20 on a bag of cannabis

Ripped the package off "Illmatic" and bumped that
I opened the album "Illmatic" and started listening to it

For my niggas it was too complex when Nas rhymed
My friends found it difficult to understand Nas' lyrics

I was the only Compton nigga with a "New York State of Mind"
I was the only person from Compton who related to Nas' music

Inside the dope house bottlin' up sherm, bangin' The Firm
I was inside a house where drugs were sold, getting high and listening to The Firm

Dre was king then so I waited my turn
Dr. Dre was famous back then, so I waited for my chance to make music

Fast forward, now I'm makin 'em burn
Now, I am successful and making other rappers feel bad

Ended my peers careers, hollered at Nas, a hard lesson was learned"
I destroyed the careers of my competitors and learned a lesson when I spoke with Nas

So I reconciled my differences like he did with Jigga
I made peace with Nas, just like he did with Jay-Z

I stopped beefin' with niggas, cause I'm "Ether" to niggas
I stopped fighting with other rappers because they cannot compete with me

Comb the earth 'til there's no one left
Travel the world until there is no one left to meet

"If I Ruled the World" I summons all you weak rap niggas to death
If I were in control, I would kill all the weak rappers

Yo, the Jordans sportin'
I am wearing Jordan sneakers

Come off the dice game with a fortune walking, you a walking coffin'
I won a lot of money from a gambling game, and you are going to die soon

The musket I tucked it, you bluff it I bust it
I have a gun and will use it if necessary

You're sideways talking, so I lay often
You're talking sideways, so I need to knock you down

I wait patient, to duct tape hatin'
I am waiting for my enemies so I can get rid of them

Fuck ass niggas, get bucked ass niggas
I don't like weak people and will get rid of them

Pluck ashes - of Cuban cigars, you fooling with Nas
I am smoking cigars and you don't want to mess with me

That's my name and I came with Rugers this time
My name is Nas, and I came with guns this time

And if I'm sane that "Soul Plane" movie's the bomb
If I am sane, then the "Soul Plane" movie is amazing

Word to my mom's name tattooed to my arm
I have my mother's name tattooed on my arm

You can't revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me
You cannot change me, bury me, or affect me

Rob me or dodge these bullets I'm busting
I will shoot you if you try to rob or avoid me

See that's malarky you yappin'
You're talking nonsense

I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start clapping
I set up my gun and start shooting

Nasty man, from bagging grams and running from cops
I used to sell drugs and run away from police

To a mill' on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm fucking with Doc
Now, I have a lot of money and I'm working with Dr. Dre