Hardcore
The Firm Lyrics


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[Nas Escobar]
What?
That Firm shit, that Firm shit, what's that?
What?
That Firm shit, that Firm shit

Everyday I'ma polli bout, who's the best hotty out?
And will they ever let Gotti out?
Am I real? Feel free to try me out
Guaranteed eternally, you signin out
I only bang quarters, not a thing short of
than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter
Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her
Hoodrat just like Thelma, James' daughter
Killer put you on, got you laced in Bucon
Bledest stone, where the place you call home?

[Foxy Brown]
Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world
You know the whole drill, Na Na so Ill
Make mills and escro, decimals
Cancoon, Mexico, X-and-O
Bracelets got all, along with gold
Now it's platinum rings, songs is sold
Hot from the jumpstart, let the game spark
Thriller, will I shot to the top of the charts

[Nas Escobar]
Head honcho, cat Esco
Push everything from the Coupe to the Fo'
Never love a ho, get my dick sucked
Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up
Pass all the ki's to mami, whip it up
Fox get the be 's, Bonnie live it up

Chorus: (x2)

Your love, so good
You deserve some hardcore
[Nas] That Firm shit, that Firm shit

[Foxy Brown]
FIRM, NIGGA WHAT? Get my twat licked
Never love a trick, get him for his chips
Fuck him and his dick, nigga where the six?
He actin like a bitch, he should've known this
Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin this
Bomb ass shit, I could play with my shit

[Nas Escobar]
Rap niggas, capitalise, stock figures
Cognac is that liquor
Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out
Niggas better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out
Might fuck around, lay somethin down
wit mad niggas out here to see that shit
We that click, runnin shit up in New Yick
all the way down to Hicktown, layin it down

[Foxy Brown]
Fox be the classiest, the sassiest
The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me moselle Crist
More of the shit to hold you with
Keep hatin I'ma fold your bitch
Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad 'cause I roll the 6
Doe full of ices, black Isis
Sidewalk, my niggas stay fuckin your girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams
Take it from me, let a nigga dream
Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream

Chorus (x2)

[Foxy Brown]
It's about time I reverse that
Bitches learn game, rehearse that
It ain't no love, ma remember that
Ya hoes want to slap while I got him on his back
tryin to hurt that

[Nas Escobar]
Think you're grown, half the niggas sittin at home
watchin the kids, while you're gettin it on
I'm too smart for that, caught you creepin
Receipts in your Prada bag, sweets every weekend
Spendin my doe, I coulda spent that on hydro
You ain't slick enough, think I don't know

[Foxy Brown]
Dumb ass, think I slept on your bum ass
Knew the whole stee bout a chip like me
Did it on G-P, let you eat me
Couldn't freak me, I'm better off with TV
[Nas] That Firm shit, that Firm shit

Interlude:

Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh
[Nas] That Firm shit, that Firm shit

Chorus (x3)





Interlude to fade

Overall Meaning

The Firm's song Hardcore is a collaboration between three talented hip-hop artists, Nas Escobar, Foxy Brown, and AZ. The song explores themes of power, wealth, and success in the rap game. Nas starts off the song by boasting about the exclusivity and high quality of the women he dates. He then talks about his lyrical prowess and how it guarantees his immortality in the rap game. Foxy Brown takes over the second verse and talks about her success and how she has taken over the rap scene. She speaks of her achievements in terms of selling records and earning money. Nas comes back in the third verse and talks about his dominance over women and the drug game. He asserts his power and warns that he will take action against anyone who tries to mess with him. The song ends with a chorus that praises the artists’ talent and success, affirming the message of the song.


Line by Line Meaning

Everyday I'ma polli bout, who's the best hotty out?
I spend every day wondering who the hottest woman is


And will they ever let Gotti out?
I wonder if John Gotti will ever be released from prison


Am I real? Feel free to try me out
I'm confident in myself and my abilities


Guaranteed eternally, you signin out
I'm going to be successful forever, and you're not


I only bang quarters, not a thing short of than a dime
I only associate with women who are at least a 25 out of 10


Rhyme like a crime scene reporter
My lyrics are detailed and descriptive


Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her
I underestimated a girl, but she proved me wrong and learned from the experience


Hoodrat just like Thelma, James' daughter
She's a hood rat, like the character Thelma in the movie 'Good Times'


Killer put you on, got you laced in Bucon
A killer introduced you to this world and provided you with luxuries


Bledest stone, where the place you call home?
You have an expensive piece of jewelry, but where do you come from?


Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world
I'm a girl from Brooklyn who had a plan and succeeded on a large scale


Na Na so Ill, make mills and escro, decimals
I'm very skilled, making lots of money and handling business transactions


Cancoon, Mexico, X-and-O
I travel internationally, playing games of love and adventure


Bracelets got all, along with gold
I have various items of expensive jewelry


Now it's platinum rings, songs is sold
I'm moving up in the world, selling records and wearing even more expensive jewelry


Hot from the jumpstart, let the game spark
I hit the ground running, ready to take the game by storm


Thriller, will I shot to the top of the charts
Like Michael Jackson's 'Thriller', my music will be a huge success


Head honcho, cat Esco
I'm in charge, and Nas is my partner


Push everything from the Coupe to the Fo'
I drive all kinds of fancy cars


Never love a ho, get my dick sucked
I don't have feelings for women who only want me for money, but I enjoy sexual activity


Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up
I smoke marijuana and manipulate women


Pass all the ki's to mami, whip it up
I give drugs to a woman and have her cook them into a sellable form


Fox get the be's, Bonnie live it up
I get the best of everything, living my life to the fullest


Your love, so good
Your love is amazing


You deserve some hardcore
You deserve rough and intense physical pleasure


NIGGA WHAT? Get my twat licked
What are you saying? I want someone to perform oral sex on me


Never love a trick, get him for his chips
Don't have feelings for men who only want you for money, take advantage of them


Fuck him and his dick, nigga where the six?
I don't care about him or his penis, where is his car?


He actin like a bitch, he should've known this
He's not behaving manly, he should've expected consequences


Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin this
I have a nice piece of jewelry on my wrist, don't try to sleep with me


Bomb ass shit, I could play with my shit
My music is great, I love listening to it


Rap niggas, capitalise, stock figures
Rappers make a lot of money and invest it


Cognac is that liquor
Cognac is my drink of choice


Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out
I'm so drunk that I'm not feeling anything, now I'm outside with a weapon


Niggas better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out
Someone needs to take me home before I do something stupid


Might fuck around, lay somethin down
I might cause trouble or harm someone


wit mad niggas out here to see that shit
There are a lot of people around to witness the chaos


We that click, runnin shit up in New Yick
My crew is powerful and in control in New York


all the way down to Hicktown, layin it down
Our influence extends to more rural areas, and we show our dominance there too


Fox be the classiest, the sassiest
I'm the most elegant and sassy woman around


The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me moselle Crist
In the clubs, tough guys try to get my attention and offer me expensive champagne


More of the shit to hold you with
I have more of what it takes to maintain my position of power


Keep hatin I'ma fold your bitch
If you keep showing negativity towards me, I will take control of your woman


Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad 'cause I roll the 6
You should've known better than to mess with a woman who would come under my influence. Other women are upset because I'm so successful


Doe full of ices, black Isis
I have a lot of money and expensive jewelry, including a black diamond necklace


Sidewalk, my niggas stay fuckin your girl
My crew is so powerful that they sleep with other men's women on the sidewalk


The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams
Other women are poor and wear cheap clothes with noticeable flaws


Take it from me, let a nigga dream
Listen to my message and let a man's aspirations grow


Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream
Make him perform oral sex in order to get what he wants


It's about time I reverse that
I'm going to turn things around in my favor


Bitches learn game, rehearse that
Other women should learn from my tactics and practice them


It ain't no love, ma remember that
In this world, there is no love. Keep that in mind


Ya hoes want to slap while I got him on his back
You women are jealous and want to hurt me while I have a man in bed with me


tryin to hurt that
Trying to ruin my happiness


Think you're grown, half the niggas sittin at home
You women think you're mature, but your partners are actually losers


watchin the kids, while you're gettin it on
They're watching your children while you're having sex with me


I'm too smart for that, caught you creepin
I'm too intelligent to let you deceive me, I caught you cheating


Receipts in your Prada bag, sweets every weekend
I found receipts in your expensive purse for things you bought while cheating every weekend


Spendin my doe, I coulda spent that on hydro
You're spending my money on other women, I could have used that money to buy drugs


You ain't slick enough, think I don't know
You're not clever enough to pull this off without me finding out


Dumb ass, think I slept on your bum ass
You're stupid to think I wouldn't notice how lazy and worthless you are


Knew the whole stee bout a chip like me
You knew everything about my wealth and status


Did it on G-P, let you eat me
I let you spend time with me for free, taking advantage of my kindness


Couldn't freak me, I'm better off with TV
You couldn't satisfy me sexually, I'm better off alone watching television




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: INGA D. MARCHAND, NASIR JONES, JAMES SAMUEL III HARRIS, TERRY STEVEN LEWIS

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Comments from YouTube:

@sbrooks729

Nas and Foxy
King and Queen of Rap

@cease19811

I wouldn’t be mad if they made a video to this years later πŸ”₯

@bighuc

Heavy!...This joint beyond slept on!

@Salmoney23

Still has this. They should come back make another

@ojikutuoladapo534

Oh commonπŸ˜‚

@khadijahtimbers6477

I been banging this on repeat for a week bring back memories from when I was 17 in 97. Bring back real hip hop

@stevebrown2572

Same here I also was 17 junior in high school best time of my life besides my children couldn’t tell me nothing bad about the firm album πŸ’ͺ🏽

@realmad2735

I was 19 and acted a fool in Amazura when they played this

@samuelskeeter4444

WORD!!!πŸ‘

@ashleyme8174

My favroitw track on this album. Whole album is great though. They flew well on the whole album.

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