Success

[Produced by No I.D. & Jermaine Dupri]

[Intro: Armand Assante from American Gangster]

"Your success took a shot at you. What are you going to do now? How are you gonna kill it? You're gonna become unsuccessful? Frank, you can be successful and have enemies, uh?

Be unsuccessful too, and even have friends."

[Interlude: Jay-Z]

I got these niggas, Breezy, don't worry about it

Let that bitch breathe!

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

I used to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less

What do I think of success? It sucks, too much stress

I guess I blew up quick

'Cause friends I grew up with

See me as a premie, but I'm not, and my nuts big

I don't know what the fuss is, my career is illustrious

My rep is impeccable; I'm not to be fucked with, with

Shit, let that bitch breathe!

I'm way too important to be talking about extorting

Asking me for a portion's like asking for a coffin

Broad daylight I'll off your on-switch

You're not too bright, goodnight, long kiss

Bye bye, my reply... "BLAH, BLAH"

Blast burner, then pass burner to Ty-Ty

Finish my breakfast, why?

I got an appetite for destruction and you're a small fry

Now where was I?

[Break: Jay-Z]

Let that bitch breathe!

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

I used to give a shit, now I don't give a shit more

Truth be told I had more fun when I was piss-poor

I'm pissed off, and this what success is all about?

A bunch of niggas acting like bitches with big mouths

All this stress, all I got is this big house

Couple of cars, I don't bring half of them shits out

All of this Ace of Spade I drink just to piss out

I mean, I like the taste, could've saved myself 6 hours

How many times can I go to Mr. Chow's, Tao's, Nobu?

Hold up, let me move my bowels

I'll shit on y'all niggas, OG, tell these boys

(Y'all ain't got shit on my nigga, aoww!)

I got watches I ain't seen in months

Apartment at the Trump I only slept in once

Niggas said Hova was over, such dummies

Even if I fell I'll land on a bunch of money

Y'all ain't got nothing for me

[Break: Jay-Z]

Nas, let that bitch breathe!

[Verse 3: Nas]

Success, McLaren, women staring

My villain appearance

Sacred blood of a king and my vein ain't spilling

Ghetto Othello, Sugar Hill Romello

Camaro driven, I climax from paper

Then ask: "Why is life worth living?"

Is it to hunt for the shit that you want?

To receive's great, but I lust giving

The best jewelers wanna make my things

I make Jacob shit on Lorraine just to make me a chain

Niggas mentioned on "One Love"

Came home to the paper in hand

Ain't gotta brag about the Feds, young man

Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments

Google Earth Nas; I got flats in other continents

Worst enemies wanna be my best friends

Best friends wanna be enemies like that's what's in

But I don't give a fuck, walk inside the lion's den

Take everybody's chips, 'bout to cash them in

Up your catalog, dog, mine's worth too much

Like Mike Jacks ATV pub, Mottola can't touch

Let this bitch breathe! (Ha heh)

[Outro: Jay Z & Nas]

Let this bitch breathe!