Nas, Slick Rick - Me & Nas Bring It To You Hardest lyrics

Finally, a change from these fake rap artists
(Me and Nas bring it to you hardest)
Finally, real niggas that
Are Billboard charters
(Me and Nas bring it to you hardest)

Skills provide the shows
Also fright the foes
And when I step into a room
Pimps hide they hoes
"Is that really him?" "Yes
That's His Highness and for the last time
Stop lookin' at his fine ass" (Y'know)
Homosexuals smirk, converse and say
"That nigga box is WORKIN', girlfriend!"
You wanna talk about a fat phrase carrier
To billionaire white chick jump
The race barrier? You know a nice girl
But I didn't want a bit of her
Sayin, "I like your slang
What's with the wife? Get rid of her"
Son, Sony talkin' Japanese
With mice like, "Whattup Rick? You
Can have my cheese, kid"
I am such a heavy hitter
Even chandelier jealous off the
Patch eye's glitter (bling)
Rappers walkin' 'round strappin'
Fearsome, HERE, sON
And remember, your rap career's done

Finally, a change from these fake rap artists
(Me and Nas bring it to you hardest)
Finally, real niggas that
Are Billboard charters
(Me and Nas bring it to you hardest)
Finally, we'll separate the men
From the heartless
(Me and Nas bring it to you hardest)
Finally, a tag team from the top all-starters
(Me and Nas bring it to you hardest)

Run in spots, pants leg tucked in my socks
Puffin' Lamb's Bread, order drinks
Henn on the rocks
Wintertime, sport a fox, maybe a sable
Three-quarter length mink sound right
For this occasion heard me John Blazin'
See me in gangster flicks
Life is so amazin', hate to be paperless
Bill Gate in this, it must be God
I'm not a atheist
Wanted like kingpins by ATF
Your girl want my name on her chest
Me and Rick argue about whose
Chain is the best gucci boxers
My diet changed from sushi to pastas
Wear my hat like the late Sinatra's
Models pop they coochie when the spot us
Finally, rappers you could be proud of
From the Bronx to Queensbridge Houses, what?
If you feel me, then holla
Thug niggas who bail be
Worth a million dollars, what?

Trackmasters, Def Jam baby, what the deal?
Slick Rick, big Nas, yo