22 Two's lyrics - Jay Z

[people clapping]

Yo whassup everybody this is Mariah Davis, Mad Wednesday's

we here tonight to have a good time ("Yo! Start the show! Start the show!")

Wait a minute; I see my man over there Jay-Z

Jay-Z, Dam Deass let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat

Why don't you come up here and kick a lil' freestyle

Put that champagne down, and kick a lil' freestyle for me tonight

[Jay-Z]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X]

Y'all motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, let's do it again

Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X]

Well I'm gone... check this out

Too much West coast dick-lickin, and too many niggaz on a mission

Doin your best Jay-Z rendition

Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions

that you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen

Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe

I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady

Too many ladies give these niggaz too many chances

Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is

Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances

No question; Jay-Z got too many answers

I been around this block, too many times

Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too

To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together

Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever

I don't follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz ride mine

so I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the fuck

That's 22 too's for y'all motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean?

Shall I continue? Check it out, what?

Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X]

Well I'm gone... yo, yo, yo

Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya

Whole groove like hold-up, swoll up

Too many faggot niggaz, clockin my spendin

Exercisin you're, gay like minds like Richard Simmons

If you could catch Jay right, on the late night

without the eight right, maybe you could test my weight, right

I dip, speak quicker than you ever seen

adminster pain, next the minister's screamin your name

At your wake as I peak in, look in your casket

feelin sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin"

You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty

Mines thinkin longevity until I'm seventy

Livin heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what?

Nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gon' tell me?

("Oooooooooooh!")

Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a fat track (aight)

Now this is comin on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ninety-six

(no doubt no doubt) well, it is definitely the bomb

But you know I do wanna say somethin to you, I know

you've been havin a lot of problems with the law

But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you 100%

Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang Dash

Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back anytime

(Hah, thanks a lot)

Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute

Ace, turn that music down

I smell some reefer, now you see?

That's why, our people don't have anything

Because we don't know how to go in places and act properly

("Hey shut the fuck up!")

Wait a minute wait a minute who told me shut the eff up?

Who told me to shut the eff up? Get him out of here

I'm not gonna continue this show, until you throw him out

Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech

Thank you, he's out of here now, now like I was sayin

We gotta build our own business, we gotta get our own

record companies goin like Roc-A-Fella Records...

Can I Live lyrics - Jay Z

Yeah, hah, yeah Roc-A-Fella

We invite you to, somethin epic y'all know?

Where we hustle out of a sense of hopelessness

Sort of a desperation

Through that desperation, we 'come addicted

Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin

But we feel we have nothin to lose

So we offer you, well, we offer our lives,

What do you bring to the table?

While I'm watchin every nigga watchin me closely

My shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me

I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be

Hoes'll get you sidetracked then clapped from close feet

I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days

A brother gotta admire me from four fiends away

My pain wish it was quick to see, from sellin 'caine

Til brains was fried to a fricaisse, can't lie

At the time it never bothered me, at the bar

Gettin my thug on properly, my squad and me

Lack of respect for authority, laughin hard

Happy to be escapin poverty, however brief

I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectation

For dips, for precipitation we stack chips, hardly

The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill' in

No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William

Illin for revenues, Rayful Edmonds like

Channel 7 news, round seven jewels, hand gettin the mic

Forgettin all I ever knew, convenient amnesia

I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure

Lock my body can't trap my mind, easily

Explain why we adapt to crime

I'd rather die enormous than live dormant that's how we on it

Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it

Presidential suites my residential for the weekend

Confidentially speakin in codes since I sense you peekin

The NSX rental, don't be fooled my game is mental

We both ride our town dog, what you tryin to get into?

Viva, Las Vegas, see ya, later at the crap tables

Meet me by the one that starts a G up

This way no fraud Willie's present gambling they re-up

And we can have a pleasant time, sippin margaritas

Ge-ge-geyeahhh, can I live?

Can I live?

My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle

Like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you

Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew and me

Commit atrocities like we got immunity

You guessed it, manifest it intangible goods

Platinum Rolexed it, we don't lease

We buy the whole car, as you should

My confederation, dead a nation, EXPLODE

On detonation, overload the mind of a said patient

When it boils to steam, it comes to it

We all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this

True this, the streets school us to spend our money foolish

Bond with jewelers and, watch for intruders

I stepped it up another level, meditated like a buddhist

Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of

Gettin cream let's do this, it gets te-di-ous

So I keep one eye open like, C-B-S, ya see me

Stressed right? Can I live?

Can I live?

Can I live?

Can I live?

Ha-hah, Roc-A-Fella y'all

Ain't No Nigga lyrics - (feat. Foxy Brown)

[Jay-Z]

I keep it fresher than the next bitch

no need..for you to ever sweat the next bitch

..with speed, I make the best bitch see the exit..indeed, 

you gotta know your thoroughly respected by me,

you get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver

you gotcha own '96 suh-in..the ride

and keep your ass tighter than Versace thats why

you gotta watch your friends you got to watch me

they conniving shit

the first chance to crack the bank

they try me, all they get is 50 cent franks

and papayas, from the village to the tele

time to kill it on your belly no question 

I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence

they say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot

mmet your death in less than 8 seconds

still poundin in my after life..

laugin my shit is tight

you who askin right...

[Chorus:]

Aint no nigga like the one I got

no one can fuck you betta

sleeps around but he gives me alot

keeps you in diamonds and leathers

friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone

hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha

tell the freaks to find a man of there own

(man a they own, man a they own)

[Jay-Z]

Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag

lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks

got you a beeper to feel important

surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan

I keep ya dove but love 

you know these ho's be makin me weak

yall knows how it goes 'b and so I creep

Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in

you can't change a players game in the 9th inning

the chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin

so I run way the fuck up in em

and wrinkle the face like linnin

I play hard-eh till they say God..

he's keepin it real jigga stay hard

lawd don't even trip

I never slip, nigga what you dont see is whatcha get

weapons concealed what the fuck yall feel

when you nigga play sick we can all get ill

-whats the deal-

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

Yo, aint no stoppin this, no lie

promise to stay monogamous, I try

but love you know these ho's be makin me weak

Y'all knows how it goes B so I stay deep

[Foxy Brown]

What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes

bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs

Mackin this bitch, wifee nigga 

so when you flip that coke 

remember them days you was dead broke

but now your style and I raised you

basically made you into a don

flippin weight..heroin and shit

you know my pussy is all that

thats why I get bagets 5 carats and all that

From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin bells

so who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators

Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin

on how I fuck the best a shit

specially when Im flippin Baileys

dont give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis

I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life

Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was

I got you frontin in Armani sweaters

before this rap shit 

when you was in letters and bullshit berattas

and eek classes with mo in the glasses

shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's

now all your mens' up in your benz's

high post, I swear you be killin me

playin inside my pubic hairs

I never worry bout them other chicks

cuz you proved who was your wiz

when you was spinnin that bitch

I took a little when you was up north

your comisary stay pilin

how you livin large on the island

all them collects have me vex

but when you come home 

knew I was comin off wit half of dem checks

now we on the rise

your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes

holdin this grip cocked the green and the shit

Fucks no, I see half the dough

Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars

[Chorus]

Friend Or Foe lyrics - Jay Z

Check one check two, you know what to do

Primo, cold crush when I give it to you

Friend or foe yo, state your biz

Ya tend to dough, ah, there it is

Me, I run the show, oh, and these kids

Don't like nobody commin around here fuckin wit they doe for shit

You enterprisin though,

And I like it

But fuck with the big dogs though, I gotta bite ya,

Look, its out of my hands

And you gettin money round here, its not in the plans

So hop yo ass out of that van, head back to kansas

I'm sendin niggas back up in campuses

Chance is slimmer than that chick in calvin klien pantses

Let me guess, they said it was money round here

And the rest is me stoppin you from gettin it, correct?

Sorry to hear that, my guess is you got work at the hotel

I'll take care of that, you'll see, now please

Give me the room key

You're twitchin, don't do that, you makin me nervous

My crew, well, they do pack, them niggas is murderous

So would ya, please put your hand back in sight

They don't like to see me nervous you can understand that, right?

You draw, better be picasso, y'know the best

Cause if this is not so, ah, god bless

You leave me no choice, I leave you no voice

Believe me son I hate to do it just as bad as you hate to see it done 

Now calm your boys, 

Cause I'm findin it a little hard to concentrate with all the noise

Get the point, I'll let ya go, 

Before ya leave, I guess I aughta let you know, I need those keys

And promise you never, no matter the weather

Evaevaevaevaevaevaevaevaeva come around here no mo'

Coming Of Age lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Memphis Bleek)

[Jay-Z]

Yeah...

Come experience... life as we know it

As some of you should know it, yeah, yeah

Place, Marcy, Brooklyn

Actions... well, y'all know the actions

Uhh, I got this shorty on my block always clockin my rocks

He likes the style and profile I think he wanna mock

He likes the way I walk, he sees my money talkin

to honies hawkin I'm the hottest nigga in New York and

I see his hunger pains, I know his blood boils

He wanna, run with me, I know this kid'll be loyal

I watched him make a few ends, to cop his little sneakers and gear

then it's just enough for re-up again

I see myself in his eyes, I moved from Levi's

to Guess to Versace, now it's diamonds like Liberace

That's just the natural cycle, nobody wanna be like Michael

where I'm from, just them niggaz who banned from a gun

We out here trying to make hard white into cohhhhld green

I can help shorty blow out like Afro-Sheen

Plus I can relive my days of youth which is gone

That little nigga's peeps, it's time to put him on

[Chorus: Jay-Z and Memphis Bleek]

It's time to come up (and hold my own weight, defend my crown)

Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand my ground)

It's time to come up (stick up my chest, and make some loot)

Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand on my own two)

[Memphis Bleek]

I'm out here slingin bringin the drama, tryin to come up

in the game and add a couple of dollar signs to my name

I'm out here servin disturbin the peace, life could be better

like my man reclined in plush leather seats

He's sellin weight, I'm sellin eight... balls

sixteen tryin to graduate to pushin quarters y'all

I ain't gon' sweat him I'ma let him come to me

If he give me the nod then these niggaz gon' see

I'm tired of bein out here round the clock

and breakin day, and chasin crackers up the block for my pay

I'm stayin fresh, so chickens check

I'm tryin to step up to the next level, pushin Vettes to the Jets

Diamonds reflect from the sun, directly in your equilibirum

and stunned I'm waitin for my day to come

I got the urge, to splurge, I don't wanna lifetime sentence

just give me the word

[Chorus]

[JZ] Hey fella I been watchin you clockin

[MB] Who me holdin down this block it ain't nothin

You the man nigga now stop frontin

[JZ] Hahahh I like your style

[MB] Nah, I like YO' style

[JZ] Let's drive around awhile

[MB] Cool nigga

[JZ] Here's a thou'

[MB] A G? I ride witchu for free

I want the longterm riches and bitches

[JZ] Have it all; now listen to me

You let them other niggaz get the name, skip the fame

Ten thou' or a hundred G keep yo' shit the same

[MB] On the low?

[JZ] Yeah, the only way to blow

You let your shit bubble quietly

[MB] AND THEN YOU BLOW!

[JZ] Hey keep your cool

The only way to peep a fool is let him show his hand

Then you play your cards

[MB] Then he through dealin I understand

[JZ] Don't blow your dough on hotties

[MB] The only thing I got in this world is my word and my nuts

and won't break em for nobody!

[JZ] Hah, I like resume, pick a day, you can start

[MB] From now until death do us part...

[Chorus 2X]

Cashmere Thoughts lyrics - Jay Z

[Jay-Z has a conversation with some cat]

Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah

What it is player?

You player, it's all about you

How you gon' say that man

If I had your hand I'd turn mine in

Far as I'm concerned, if I had your hand, I cut mines off

Hah man, you know man, I'm just dealin that hoe money

You know hoe money is slow money but it's sho' money

Check this out man, when you run up on your bitch

this this is what you tell her

Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot

Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it's hot

[Jay-Z]

Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry

like a hymen, when I'm rhymin with remarkable timin

Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen

Spittin venom up in the, minds of young women

Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar

Might you remember, my shit is col-l-l-ld like December

Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere

chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs

Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets

Words worth a million like I'm rappin em through platinum teeth

I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned

Cause all beef return well done filet mignon

The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I

yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro

As if you didn't know, Jay's about gettin dough

Spittin flow like fine wines down your earlobe

I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol

Honies hum in melody when I, rub it like crystal

The proper etiquette, when I drop the subject verb

then the predicate, with this rich nigga preterite

I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole

I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know

From New York, to Paris, the vocal style vary

From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, now

notice, the child swift like a locust

Focus on the loc' I be the greatest nigga that wrote it

Return of the Jedi, from Rio Degenero

Worn da red eye, yet I, still feel the need to be fly

I did die when I'm rappin then slide like satin

You know the black eye white china in the brain cabinet

I never cry if I did I'd cry ice

From my nigga Sauce, I hit you with this advice

Life's short, so play hard and stick hard

and the only time you love em is when your dick hard

Whoooh! That's cashmere baby

Nah, you know, that's just laid back man

Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z

Yeah baby

Motherfuckin pimp that's what he be

Cashmere baby

Don't get no hotter than that

Sho' you're right

Them niggaz know

Check it out, check it out

Ghettoes, Errol Flynn, hot like heroin

Young pimps is sterile when I pimp through your burough in

I gotta keep your tricks intact

Cause I walk like a p-iyimp, talk like a mack man

The star player, the golden bar layer

The sweet Ms. Fine Thing puh-layah, sho' yo right

I'm game tight, so watch it it change to night

Go tell your peeps dawg I'm lethal til it ain't right

I pimp hard on a trick, look

Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot

Bring It On lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Big Jaz, Sauce Money)

[Sauce Money]

Aiyyo Jay word up; these motherfuckers

Fuckin talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack

Shit I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change

Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker

For real; with no trace of AIDS

We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar

Fuck a bitch D in the marked car

We got the bad bitches gaspin for air in Aspen

Searchin for aspirin when I ask then, we swing

You cling we do our thing and bring

Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing

East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin

like nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huh

Al Pacino down to Nino Brown

Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like poquino

Teflon, make sure your jammy is full

Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull

Tropical leaves where I got a few keys

with my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese

Said we was garbage, so fuck college

Street knowledge amazin to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars

Star studded bitches with cristals, get fucked with pistols

just to see my shit, discharge puss

I drop the stellar, even acapella

I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella

[Chorus: Fat Joe]

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang

And if not then let me do my thang

[repeat 4X]

[Jay-Z]

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent spanish wisdoms

in a whip with dinero, crime organized like the pharoah

I cream, I diamond gleam

High post like Akiem, got a lot of things to drop

Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam

Niggaz wanna try to hem my long jeans

Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene

In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to lean

Liason for days on in

Money make the world go around so I made songs to spin

Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flow

like the Mississippi riv', lookin jig'

Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo

That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto

Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson

I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano

you ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns

horizontal, get your weight up, I am

two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams

Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money

Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to demolish

Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck...

"Bring it on if you think you can hang..." - [Fat Joe]

[Big Jaz]

Money is power

I'm into cheddick with facial credit

Pure platinum fetish for cheddars

Spread letters you move you're deadish

I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes

You suck pistol like pipe with the cristal

John Stockton couldn't assist you

Cowboys or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N.

So what the fuck you doin?

Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished

Spankin dollars with the commas

bangin bitches out the Bahamas

On hides of llama we cry nada, fly frather

Fry hotter, you die gotta

Fuck with me witness manana

Absence of malice in my palace

Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous

Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balance

Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me

Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleams

Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams

Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream

[Chorus]

"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." - [Fat Joe]

[repeat 5X]

Regrets lyrics - Jay Z

Stress

Sunshine, geyeah

I sold it all from crack to o-pium, in third person

I don't wanna see em, so I'm rehearsin

with my peoples high to GM, from a remote lo-cation

in the BM, scopin the whole situation like, "Dayamm!"

Metamorphic, as the dope turns to cre-am

but one of these buyers got eyes like a Korean

It's difficult to read em, the windows to his soul

are half closed, I put the key in

Pulled off slow, hopin my people flee-in

Chink tried to knock the only link that tied me in

Coppers was watchin us through nighttime binoculars

This time they got us on tape, exchangin dope for dollars

Make me wanna, holler back at the crib in the sauna

Prayin my people bailed out like Time/Warner

Awaitin call, from his kin not the coroner

Phone in my hand, nervous confined to a corner

Beads of sweat second thoughts on my mind

How can I ease the stress and learn to live with these regrets

This time... stress... givin this shit up... fuck

[Chorus One:]

This is the number one rule for your set

In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets

On the, rise to the top, many drop, don't forget

In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets

This is the number one rule for your set

In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets

And through our travels we get seperated, never forget

In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets

As sure as this, Earth is turning souls burning

in search of higher learning turning in every direction seeking direction

My moms cryin cause her insides are dyin

her son tryin her patience, keep her heart racin

A million beats a minute, I know I push you to your limit

but it's this game love, I'm caught up all in it

They make it so you can't prevent it, never give it

you gotta take it, can't fake it I keep it authentic

My hand got this pistol shakin, cause I sense danger

like Camp Crystal Lake and

don't wanna shoot him, but I got him, trapped

within this infrared dot, bout to hot him and, hit rock bottom

No answers to these trick questions, no time shit stressin

My life found I got ta live for the right now

Time waits for no man, can't turn back the hands

once it's too late, gotta learn to live with regrets

[Chorus Two:]

You used to hold me, told me that I was the best

Anything in this world I want I could posess

All that made me want is all that I could get

In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets... (when I was young)

[repeat 2X]

I found myself reminiscin, remember this one

when he was here he was crazy nice with his son

I miss him, long as I'm livin he's livin through memories

He's there to kill all my suicidal tendencies

In heaven lookin over me, or in hell, keepin it cozy

I'm comin life on these streets ain't what it's supposed to be

Remember Newton, mutual friend well me and him feudin

On your life I tried to talk to him

But you know niggaz, think they guns can stop foe niggaz

Frontin like they're, Big Willie but really old niggaz

Hoe niggaz, this year I'm sho' niggaz think I'm slippin

I'm bought to send you a roommate, no bullshittin

for my hustle's goin too well to hit him

You was right niggaz want you to be miserable wit em

Anyway, I ain't tryin to hear it, I think I'm touched

this whole verse I been talkin to your spirit, a little too much

[Chorus One: repeat 2X]

Roc-A, Roc-A, Roc-A, Roc-A-Fella y'all