N.Y. State of Mind Lyrics – Nas

English 22 April 19, 1994
The lyrics of "N.Y. State of Mind" by Nas is a vivid portrayal of life in New York City, particularly in the neighborhoods where poverty, crime, and survival intersect. Through gritty and introspective lyrics, Nas paints a picture of urban struggle, street life, and the complex emotions that come with it. The song delves into themes of violence, drug dealing, aspiration, and the constant hustle for survival in a harsh environment. ...Read More

N.Y. State of Mind Song Lyrics

[Intro: Nas]
Yeah, yeah!
Ayo, Black—it's time, word (Word, it's time, man)
It's time, man (Aight, man, begin)
Yeah—straight out the f**king dungeons of rap
Where fake n!ggas don't make it back
I don't know how to start this sh!t, yo—now;

[Verse 1: Nas]
Rappers; I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm, I be kicking
Musician, inflicting composition of pain
I'm like Scarface sniffing cocaine
Holding an M16, see, with the pen I'm extreme
Now, bullet holes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up with street clothes, hand me a 9 and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs
Laughing at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps
G-packs get off quick, forever n!ggas talk sh!t
Reminiscing about the last time the task force flipped
N!ggas be running through the block shooting
Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston
Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass, and
I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin
Picked the MAC up, told brothers "Back up!" — the MAC spit
Lead was hitting n!ggas, one ran, I made him back-flip
Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze, heard it cl!ck, "Yo, my sh!t is stuck!"
Tried to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So, now I'm jetting to the building lobby
And it was full of children, prob'ly couldn't see as high as I be
(So, what you saying?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger n!ggas pulling the triggers, bringing fame to their name
And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us
.45’s and gauges, MAC's in fact
Same n!ggas will catch you back-to-back, snatching your cracks
In black, there was a snitch on the block getting n!ggas knocked
So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop
I know this crackhead who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good, she'll bring you customers and measuring pots
But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large n!ggas erasing and their wives basing
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York State of Mind

[Chorus: Nas]
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind

[Verse 2: Nas]
Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moëts, holding TEC's
Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks
Winning gunfights with mega-cops
But just a n!gga walking with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testing
Give me a Smith & Wesson, I'll have n!ggas undressing
Thinking of cash flow, Buddha and shelter
Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta
In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
Young b!tches is grazed, each block is like a maze
Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back
Black, I'm living where the nights is jet-black
The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain
And be prosperous, though we live dangerous
Cops could just arrest me, blaming us; we're held like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use mics
And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes
I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhyming is a vitamin held without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your sh!t eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks
I'm a addict for sneakers, 20's of Buddha and b!tches with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind

[Chorus: Nas]
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind

[Outro: Sample]
"Nasty Nas—"

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Last Update: March 27, 2024

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Who is the singer of "N.Y. State of Mind" song?

"N.Y. State of Mind" song is sung by Nas.

Who is the lyrics writer of "N.Y. State of Mind" song?

"N.Y. State of Mind" song lyrics written by Nas & DJ Premier.

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"N.Y. State of Mind" song music composed & produced by DJ Premier.

When was "N.Y. State of Mind" song released?

"N.Y. State of Mind" song was released on April 19, 1994.