Like Me

[Intro: Anthony Wilson]

Ay yeah, what's happening, mommy? How you doing, baby?

Oh, you looking kinda good and everything, I see you with them stilettos on, baby

Ay check this out, you ain't got time to talk to me?

Ay, let me put the bug in your ear, baby

Why don't you turning them floor shoes into some ho shoes, ya dig?

Yeah, check this out, this Universe Finest, your Royal Highness

You know what baby? I can do a whole lot of thangs for you

Guess why, 'cause I'm a motherfucking pimp

[Chorus: Dwayne Collins (Nas)]

(Like me...) Hustling and grinding, babe

(I be...) Staying on that paper chase

I-In this life there's pimps and hoes

Tell me which one are you, you a nigga

(Like me...) Hustling and grinding, babe

(I be...) Staying on that paper chase

In this life there's pimps and hoes

Tell me which one are you, you

[Verse 1: Nas]

The good man in me say, "Get money and stay on the path"

But the pimp shit in me say, "Yo, keep looking for ass"

But my daughter gave me a gift, something to hold

A little city in water, when you shake it, it snow

I told her never let a sucker nigga take off her clothes

Better wait 'til you grown, when he love you, you'll know

Everybody's got a dream, a hopeful wish to own a six times two

Cylinder whip, a fantasy, a bone to pick

Revenge to get, against - who? I don't know

Someone who said you won't blow, you won't eat, you won't cake

They mistake blaming me for they failures, I'm fresh, getting tailored

Single breasted, a lint brush is senseless, some pimp shit

A woman hates a man and stays with him for many years

Tell him she loves him and be jealous of him

Now lame is how the ghetto judge him, 'cause he still with her

She'll take his cash and give it to some other real nigga...

[Chorus: Dwayne Collins (Nas)]

(Like me...) Hustling and grinding, babe

(I be...) Staying on that paper chase

I-In this life there's pimps and hoes

Tell me which one are you, you a nigga

(Like me...) Hustling and grinding, babe

(I be...) Staying on that paper chase

In this life there's pimps and hoes

Tell me which one are you, you

[Interlude: Anthony Wilson]

Ay, pimping been going on, man, for eons and eons, man, since the beginning of time

You know me, the only thing I need to do is get on the grind, and get mine

So the only thing I gotta tell you man is, you know

Do what you gotta do man

Bring my money back, get on that track and get on your back

[Verse 2: Nas]

I heard 'em say the NBA's a bunch of million-dollar slaves

A portea wasn't real back in the days, the point I make is

Jerry owns the Lakers, his yearly takings

Let's just say more than collectively all of his players

That's business, not really pimp shit

Maybe a tid-bit similar to when we rappers make big hits

And not own the masters, that's the deal

By the way, Poitier helps all the Denzels excel

He kept it more than real, but Hollywood can turn a girl out

I knew a girl 'bout, 5'9", so fine, she could for sure grind

She was sleek, chic, with a classic mouth

Movie directors always fucked her on the casting couch

She came out with a blockbuster, can't knock a hustler

She not a hooker, she focused, a hopeless soul on a lonely road

I showed her all my stones and gold

I said "Bitch, life is cold, you need to roll with a nigga"

[Chorus: Dwayne Collins (Nas)]

(Like me...) Hustling and grinding, babe

(I be...) Staying on that paper chase

I-In this life there's pimps and hoes

Tell me which one are you, you a nigga

(Like me...) Hustling and grinding, babe

(I be...) Staying on that paper chase

In this life there's pimps and hoes

Tell me which one are you, you