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Watch Dem Niggas (feat. Foxy Brown)
Descrição
A faixa "Watch Dem Niggas" de Nas mergulha em um universo de desconfiança e sobrevivência nas ruas, onde a lealdade é um luxo raro e a traição espreita em cada esquina. A música tece um conto sombrio sobre a necessidade de vigilância constante, alertando sobre aqueles que, embora próximos, podem estar tramando a ruína. Nas narra a paranoia intrínseca a um estilo de vida perigoso, onde o sucesso atrai inveja e a intimidade pode ser uma porta para a desgraça. A faixa explora a dura realidade de que, neste ambiente, as relações pessoais são frequentemente secundárias aos ganhos ilícitos, culminando em uma história de traição que serve como um alerta brutal sobre a fragilidade da confiança e a inevitável consequência da falta de cautela.
Letra
They never realized how real Nas is, so decisive
It's just the likeness of Israelites mist that made me write this
A slight twist of lime rhyme, be chasing down your prime-time
Food for thought, or rather mind wine
The Don Juan features the freak shit, my thesis on how we creep quick
Fucking your wife, that ain't no secret
It's mandatory, see that pussy, they hand it to me
I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story
There ain't no drama that my niggas never handled for me
My gator brand is Mauri, walking through rough land before me
Where the snakes put a smile on they face
Hoping and praying I'm stuck
Scoping, they lay in the cut, weighing my luck
Player haters play this in cell blocks and rocked stages
Winking at some female cops with cocked gauges
Really, it's papers I'm addicted to
Wasn't for rap, then I'd be sticking you
The MAC inside the Triple Goose
Face down on the floor's the routine
Don't want hear nobody blow steam
Just C.R.E.A.M., or it's a smoke screen
Imagine that, that's why I hardly kick the bragging raps
I zone, to each his own in this ghetto inhabitant
Watch dem niggas that be close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
Watch dem niggas that be close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
Now, how can I perfect this? (Uh)
Living reckless (what?), die for my necklace
Crime infected, driving a Lexus with a death wish
Jetting, checking my message on the speaker
Bopping to Mona Lisa, brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa
CD cranking, doing 90 on the Franklin D. Roosevelt
No seat belt, drinking and thinking
My man caught a bad one, son, niggas is frightened
Secret indictments, adds on the one seeking enlightenment
My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow
Traditions started by the school, not far from The Apollo
My 'fuck tomorrow' motto through the eyes of Pablo
Escobar, the desperado, word to Cus D'Amato
Gotta watch dem niggas that's close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinking about smoking you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
Watch dem niggas that be close to you
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
Some niggas watch you (uh)
See you when you think you on the low, ain't hard to spot you
You swore to keep it real after you blow
Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your ho
Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat getting the dough
Them old-timers advise you to them problems that's ahead
Drama with the Feds, not listening, just bobbing your head
Your Roley shining, thinking to yourself, "Nobody's taking mine"
At the same time, your ho is getting snatched from behind
Put in a van, "Where's the hundred grand?"
Stripping her hand from all the ice
Wouldn't you know? You knew these niggas all your life
What made them mark you victim?
You fucked up somewhere down the line
Now they had to target your Wisdom
She took 'em to your place, straight to your safe
You doubted it could happen, sick of yapping
Jump in your ride, headed to your side
Puffing ganja, get to your crib, can't find her, just a reminder
Shouldn't have your stash house where you crash out
Could've passed out, your coke is gone, now you ass-out
Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes!
Gotta watch them niggas that's close to you (uh)
And make sure they do what they supposed to do (what, ha)
'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you (uh)
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
Watch them niggas that's close to you (uh)
And make sure they do what they supposed to do
'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you (uh-huh)
Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways (uh)
Gírias
Na letra, "Mauri" refere-se a uma marca italiana de sapatos de luxo, frequentemente feitos de couro de crocodilo, sendo um símbolo de status. "MAC inside the Triple Goose" descreve uma submetralhadora MAC-10 ou MAC-11 escondida dentro de uma jaqueta de inverno da marca Triple FAT Goose, popular no universo do tráfico. "Lay in the cut" significa esperar escondido, observando e planejando algo, geralmente com intenções maliciosas. "God hour" é uma referência aos ensinamentos da Nação dos Deuses e da Terra (Five-Percent Nation), onde certos números, como o sete, possuem significado espiritual ou representam graus de conhecimento. "Word to Cus D'Amato" é uma expressão de afirmação ou respeito, prestando homenagem ao lendário treinador de boxe que formou Mike Tyson, evocando uma mentalidade de dureza e disciplina.