Who Killed It? Lyrics by Nas

Who Killed It?

[Nas]
Look here see
Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal
Found the body dead in the isles
Death by strangulation
Microphone cord, a dirty broad
Guess theyll never play it again Sam
Damn that was my jam
Now shes on the lamb
She made it out with 200 grand
What a scam
While these two compete on whos the star of the show
Golden legs there makes off with the dough
I read the paper there with Joe the Butcher
He said one glance is all it took ya
Shes a real looker
They say her old mans a bootlegger
Transporting in any weather
And at this rate well never get her
Fellas, think its time to call it a night
All this talk of this mystery dames gettin me tight
Thought I saw her in my eyesight, right
Hate to spoil the party
What are you guys havin, the same?
Waiter another round for the gang
Its strange how I always felt outta place
Joe The Butchers my ace, but in comes Freckle Face
So I said see you later
Fore I hurt him and his two ugly thumb breakers
He met them in Louisiana wrestling gators
An idiot can tell theyre involved with the caper
So I pulled the revolver on my waist up
Between the patrol car and the gray truck
Behind the street lamp was a silouhette
White gloves and a real long cigarette
What do ya know all this time shes got me in her scope
She spoke says the devil got you guys by the throat
Your conspiracy theories wont work without evidence
Thats the reason why Eric B is not president

Well what do ya say

Ya see? [3x]

Look here see
I know you got soul your trying to hide it
How did you kill a man out in cypress
One Eyed Charlie
He only hangs with the criminal minded
Says you guys did it doggy style is he lyin
She says, (Walk This Way) Ill tell you a (Childrens Story)
We hit the bodega got her a few 40s
We jumped in my ride we drove and she cried
Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouth wide
Swallowed it, whole bottles half empty
Drinks like a fish now shes past tipsy
The truth came out as we got to her suave house
(Chopped and screwed) her mouth and sat me on the couch
I said its gettin late cmon give it to me straight
Whos ya sponsor lady? She says Bill Gates
What are ya born 77 or 78?
She says, Nah it goes way to an earlier date
Slave times, claims the slaves said rhymes
But she fell in love with some fella named Clive
Who? Clive Campbell from Sedgwick Ave, the Bronx
Now she shows me the cash
I said whos Clive, dont play with me skirt
She said Clive Campbell
Hes Kool Herc

Ah ha! Ah ha!

Listen up sweetheart
Now we gettin somewhere
As shes talkin, she starts vanishing in thin air
But before she drops the money bag on the floor and died
She said if you really love me Ill come back alive