My Nigga
Z-Ro Lyrics

Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, Swizz Beatz
Introducing the team behind the production of the song

It's almost over y'all
The song is coming to an end

Jigga, how real is that?
Addressing Jay-Z and celebrating his authenticity

Uh, uh, uh, lights out niggas!
A warning to others that they should fear him

(Jigga)
Reiterating the nickname of Jay-Z

What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga)
Asking his audience if they know who he is

And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas)
Asking the listeners who he is associated with

Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh
Emphasizing his point

Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
Warning people to not mess with him or his team

Who? (Jigga)
Asking the audience who he is again

And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas)
Asking his audience who he is associated with again

Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah)
Emphasizing his point again

Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right (yeah)
Repeating his warning

From the crap tables down in A.C.
Describing his background

Back on the block, Jay-Z motherfucker from the, the, the Roc
Reintroduction of Jay-Z and his roots

Went solo on that ass but it's still the same
Even though he went solo, he is still the same person

Brooklyn be the place where I serve them thangs
Jay-Z is from Brooklyn and that's where he sold drugs

See my niggas was strugglin', 'til they birds they came
His friends were struggling until they found success

And then we got to hustlin', murderin' thangs
They then started to hustle and commit crimes

I dipped in my stash, splurged on a chain
He spent some of his money on a chain

Now I'm Titanic, Iceberg's the name
He's comparing himself to the Titanic and his chain to an iceberg

Leave players on injured reserve, hurt the game
He is so good at what he does that he leaves other people injured and hurting

The best way to describe me in a word, insane
He's describing himself as crazy, in a good way

I dick down chicks all emerged in my fame
He sleeps with girls who are only interested in his fame

Jigga been dope since Slick Rick's first chain
Jay-Z has been good since Slick Rick's first hit

The God, send you back to the earth from which you came
Jay-Z is the God and can make people disappear

I'm bakin' soda, water, fire, merged with 'caine
He's describing his involvement in drug production

Ladies don't know me said, "I heard he's vain"
Women who don't know him say he's conceited

Well guess what mami? I heard the same
He's heard the same thing and doesn't care

You heard the name
People know who he is

Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right (yeah, uh)
Repeating his warning with emphasis

I got a license to kill so I steer the gat
He has a gun and knows how to use it

Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, niggas scared of that
People are intimidated by his team

Got a new motto this year, "Don't fuck with my ones"
His new motto is to protect his money

Knock on your door, three in the mornin'
He will come to get you at any time

"It's just us and the guns!"
If he knocks, it's just him and his gun

See I scramble with priests, hustle with nuns
He deals with anyone, regardless of their profession

I got the mind capacity of a young Butch Cassidy
He's comparing himself to the famous bank robber Butch Cassidy

Niggas get fly, let 'em defy gravity
He's saying people can talk but he won't let them affect him

Fo'-five rapidly lift your chest cavity
A gun will quickly shoot and cause damage

Streets won't let me chill
The streets won't allow him to take a break

Always been a clumsy nigga, don't let me spill
He could ruin a situation if he's not careful

Muh'fuckers want to wet me still, I remain y'all
People still want to harm him but he won't back down

Raw, the one, like five divided by four (uh)
He's the best of the best, like a difficult math equation

Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by y'all
He's saying that people only hate because they provide him with attention

Reciprocated and multiplied by more
The hate is only growing and getting worse

You likely to see Jigga in a widebody or
He often rides in a fancy car

Drop-top Bentley Azure, holla at me ya'll (uh)
He's inviting people to contact him

I don't give a fuck if I sold one or one million, but I think you should
He doesn't care about sales but he thinks you should

'Cause if I only sold one, then out comes the hood
If he only sold one record, he would go back to his roots

They all black in the club, the outcome ain't good
If there are too many black people in a club, it could become dangerous

Them niggas act like wolves, how come? They could
People act tough and wild because they think they can

'Cause we don't drop hits, we drop bombs and smash
Their songs are not just hits, they're powerful and impactful

'Til the wrists is lit up, the arm looks like glass
Their jewelry sparkles and shines like glass

The necklace chipped up, the charm it flash
His jewelry is in perfect condition and attracts attention

Could fuck up your eyes like the bombest hash
His jewelry is so bright that it could hurt your eyes

See the reason why chicks let me palm they ass
Girls like him and let him touch them

All I gotta do is let 'em call me Shawn, they glad
Girls love to call him by his first name

Let 'em sit up in they whip 'til I launch it back
He's letting girls ride in his car

Snap they neck, then shoot 'em to they aunts and back
If girls mess with him, they will pay the price

The calmest cat, trust me when I palm this gat
He's calm but can become dangerous when he has a gun

Kill your mind, body and soul, push your conscience back
He can hurt you mentally and physically

Monster's back, and Flex drop a bomb to that
He's back and DJ Funkmaster Flex is playing his song

And e'rybody sing-a-long to the track, c'mon
He wants everyone to sing along to his song

Uh-huh-uh, uh
Repeating his catchphrase again

Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right
Repeating his warning one last time

Jigga
Ending the song with his nickname