Getting Married

[Intro: Nas + crowd]

"Picture us married, you and me," what?

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G"

"I remember the first time, girl you and me . . ."

[Verse 1: Nas]

This ain't no sucka-for-love shit

This ain't no Huxtable kisses-and-hug shit

First night, we fuck, shit – and don't call the next day

This a thug's wedding day

In love – will we make it? Let us pray

In the limo, my niggas, my father, my brothers

Everybody in tuxes, gettin' blunted

Hard bottles, mob costumes, this ain't no act though

Factual, the pimp shall scoop no more

Yes, I'm absolutely sure

I know that she love me, I know that she faithful

We spoke on a prenuptial agreement

'Cause Will and Jada ain't need it

Spoke on eloping, but then I deaded the thought

'Cause she deserves Cinderella's ball and the whole shit

But know this –

You fuckin' wit' her, slit your throat quick

Vehicular explosion, cigar smokin', dark minded, chart climbin'

Well-spoken, say farewell to broke men or rich ones

Throw them phone numbers away 'cause this is it, hon

Headed to the chapel, my niggas laughin', and it's baffling

'Cause just a year ago, it's weird though, I knew I'd get married

To who, I knew not

Thought of snatchin' Halle up from the dreadlock

Pumpin' Sade, my head nod

Finally, I met the perfect bitch, pardon my French

Re-phrase that, someone who make my heart stop

Couldn't wait to blaze that

Tired of hopping from honey to honey

HIV spreading, everybody bump the same bunnies

The game will put niggas in they grave

Right before they part ways with the street

I want a son to greet

Every morning, daughters and more sons tickle my feet

Wife smilin', tellin' me it's time to eat

I'm getting married

[Chorus: Nas]

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigolo

It was difficult for me to find the chick I want

Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigolo

It was difficult for me to find the chick I want

Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigolo

It was difficult for me to find the chick I want

[Verse 2: Nas]

It was my dream for my queen to put the ring on and ride

"Even Martin Luther King had a fling on the side"

That's what the negative ones say

Knew my wedding would be one day, but quickly, it's this day

I know the hoes gonna miss me

Lookin' at old photos, saying, "Damn, he used to twist me"

Start chokin' up since I woke up

Bachelor party was crazy, tryin' hard just to sober up

Father saw me in a daze, nudged me wit' his left arm

Told me how him and moms went to city hall, dressed norm

Said she would love me in my Ozwald Boateng

Customized in London by guys who suit up kings

Gov, you get the rings – Jung, you behave

Maxwell, he gon' sing, invited Lauryn Hill and the gang

Baltimore, North Cacky, Mississippi

Family packed in, my nigga L is crazy tipsy

Spilled Pepsi on the cufflinks, ginger ale got it out

Walked in the church, chest all big, to thug it out

My girl walked in, glistenin', different stones

'Bout to go from my fiancée to Mrs. Jones

That's a union that nobody can touch

I gotta be cool wit' your crazy aunts and uncles 'cause I love you much

'Cause you put up wit' my shit –

Court cases, baby mamas, I'll make a honest woman outta you yet

Everybody starin' at you, I'm at the alter, standin'

Heart poundin' out my chest like a canon

I'm happy, one of my groomsmen, under the music, says, "Don't do it"

But they just jokes, some crew shit

They playing, I'm gleeful

I'm staying, I'm saying vows – all true

"Will you take music as your wedded wife?" "I do"

Sike – this ain't about music, y'all know who I'm talkin' to

Getting married

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Nas]

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigolo

It was difficult for me to find the chick I want

Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigolo

It was difficult for me to find the chick I want

Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigolo

It was difficult for me to find the chick I want

[Outro]

Getting married

[Produced by Chucky Thompson]