Lyrics
"And how do you feel about the music business now in general right now
In comparison to before when you first started?
Well, there's much more respect, they respect it as, as an art form now
How, what were the feelings back then when you first started?
Nigga music"
[Chorus]I don't give a goddamn, it's-it's-it's Nas
Murderous material made by a madman
I don't give a goddamn, it's-it's-it's Nas
Murderous material made by a madman
[Verse 1]Let's cop acres, I do this for thinkers, salute to Sacha Jenkins
And door knocker fly ladies, Gucci link gangsters
And rappers that use one producer
You know that Metro Boomin and Future, we still don't trust you
Didn't start it but I boosted it, figured I'd bring it back since
Multiple hit makers on one album, I introduced it
In fact, everything in my head made bread
I made hip-hop and symphony shows start to spread
But still nothin' is sweet, you can tell by just bumpin' this beat
Still Nasty since '91, nothin' competes
Before Snoop, before Wu, before Big
There was this young kid with small dreads from the Bridge
[Chorus]It's-it's-it's Nas, Preem, how many times I gotta tell 'em?
I don't give a goddamn, it's-it's-it's Nas
Preem, how many times we gotta tell 'em?
Murderous material made by a madman
[Verse 2]It be tradition, hate they wishin' on me
They try to switch the story
So they don't look like a bitch in the story
It's my life, not a third party witness' story
Some heard somebody heard something different, distorted version of the truth
It's murder in the booth
Word to Lorenzo-Irv, the Benz swerve (Err)
Got ink on the sheets, the wings from an angel swings
What's beef? Rest in peace Stack and Chinx, Queens
Flyest ever, Russia diamonds in Italian sweaters
Indian gold with the highest of bettors
The winner's circle, I remember the win was respected
And we championed for those who had came and collected
For my G's with that money cologne, bring honeys home
I made smashes with Poke and Tone
They used to harass me, "When you gon' get up with Preemo and zone?"
Almost thirty years, people won't leave us alone
And I'm grateful, middle fingers up to the hateful
[Outro]I don't give a goddamn, it's-it's-it's Nas
Preem, how many times we gotta tell em?
Murderous material made by a madman
Follow the leader like E and R, let's get em
I don't give a goddamn, it's-it's-it's Nas
Preem, how many times we gotta tell 'em?
Murderous material made by a madman