Money Over Bullshit Lyrics - Hip Hop Is Dead - Nas

My niggaz got scarred grills, skully hats and gats be fullys 

Brat, cars peel, the East Coast cartel 

Rats get their tails snapped and trapped 

The snitches in the streets and the snitches who rap 

Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of ya 

Coroner choruses sung from The Bridge to Astoria 

Dreams of fallin' in the elevator, passin' floors 

Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall 

I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad luck prayers 

Picture your tarot cards and bodyguards gettin' sprayed up 

Sabotagin' my makeup, my watches get laced up 

Even if they indicted Jacob 

Forensics, Paramedics carry cowards off 

Defibrillators shock to your chest, try to cough 

They die and hit Hell from an iron 

I'm flyin', wire or cell, I'm paid from this shit 

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Got bitches high as hell, and they fuckin' like AIDS don't exist 

They get sent to your hotel, a maid and a shit 

Put a barrel in a capo mouth, 'til his scalp come out 

You a kid, you don't live what you rap about 

King poetic, too many haters to count 

Too much paper to count, QB bitch 

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn 

Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn 

Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength 

Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength 

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn 

(My own strength nigga, that's what I'm scared of) 

Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn 

Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength 

Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength 

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Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper, black carpet 

Thinkin' 'bout which nigga to target 

You kill a nigga today, he lives forever 

So I plotted out smarter, there'll be no Martyrs 

Black Tec on the table, Mag .44 

Black negligee on my bitch, she's at the door 

Black fish eggs, nigga, that's the caviar 

You niggaz fish-made, y'all niggaz is fifth grade 

Niggaz, it's fifty ways to dissect the General 

If I give ya the top five, you will not survive 

Rule 1, cocksucker, keep my name from your tongue 

Rule 2, thought ya knew don't fuck with God's Son 

Rule 3, see, matter fact, I just wait 

If y'all reach top five, then I'ma eat y'all alive 

Each one of you guys that claim Hip-Hop is still alive 

Like y'all ain't in agreement wit Nas 

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn 

Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn 

Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength 

Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength 

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn 

(My own strength nigga, that's what I'm scared of) 

Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn 

Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength 

Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength 

From crack pushers to Lac' pushers and ambushers 

And morticians to fortresses, case-dismisses laced in riches 

Cake ridiculous from nickel and dimin' to trickin' them diamonds 

Vegas, places in Switzerland 

From non-blastin' to auto, I don't have to blast mine 

They blast mine, black nine, you flatline, my cash climb, buy rare art 

Antique pieces, Mona Lisa's, own no leases 

Five-star restaurant eaters 

Don't forget who your peeps is 

'Sposed to dine with you, sip that good wine with you 

Only if they grind with you or slang for ya 

Seen niggaz live, laugh, party and die in that very same corner 

Pretty girls glance at us, status unconceivable 

Private planes landed out in Teterboro, weed I twirl 

Once even gave me a phobia that I be in a spot trapped 

Like Madame Zenobia's with this kid eyein' my Rolly, y'all 

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn 

Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn 

Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength 

Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength 

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn 

(My own strength nigga, that's what I'm scared of) 

Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn 

Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength 

Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength 

There it is, QB bitch, yeah 

QB bitch, yeah, yeah 

QB bitch