Jay-Z, Nas — Success

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[Armand Assante as Dominic Cattano:]
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.

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
I got these n**gas breezy, don’t worry about it.
Let that bitch breathe.
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 preemie 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.
Shit, let that bitch breathe.
I’m way too important to be talkin’ about extortin’,
Askin’ me for a portion is like askin’ for a coffin,
Broad daylight I’ll off your on switch,
You 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 a small fry.
Now where was I?
Let that bitch breathe.
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 is this what success is all about?
A bunch of n**gas actin’ 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 Spades I drink just to piss out,
I mean, I like the taste could’ve saved myself six thous.
How many times can I go to Mr. Chow’s, Tao’s, Nobu?
Hold up, lemme move my bowels.
I’ll shit on y’all n**gas, OG, tell these boys!
– Y’all ain’t got shit on my n**ga.
I got watches I ain’t seen in months,
Apartment at the Trump I only slept in once.
N**gas 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.
Nas, let that bitch breathe.

[Verse 2: Nas]
Success, McLaren, women starin’
My villain appearance,
Sacred blood of a king and my vein ain’t spillin’.
Ghetto Othello, Sugar Hill Roemello,
Camaro driven, I climax from paper.
Then ask why is life worth livin’?
Is it to hunt for the shit that you want?
To receive’s great, but I lust givin’.
The best jewelers wanna make my things,
I make Jacob shit on Lorraine just to make me a chain,
N**gas 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 lions den.
Take everybody’s chips, about to cash them in,
Up your catalog, dawg, mine’s worth too much.
Like Mike Jacks ATV pub, Mottola can’t touch.
Let this bitch breathe.
Let this bitch breathe!