Nas Quotes about Rap

You lose money chasing women, never lose women chasing money...

Everything will eventually come to an end, So try to savor the moment, cause time flies, don't it? The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better, Cause nothin' lasts forever.

It's a thin line between paper and hate, Friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights, Hell or the pearly gates...I was destined to come, Predicted, blame God, He blew breath in my lungs.

Some seek fame cause they need validation, Some say hating is confused admiration.

Niggas hate what they can't understand, fear what they can't conquer

I know you think my life is good 'cause my diamond piece, But my life been good since I started finding peace.

I pledge allegiance to the fair and balanced truth. Not the biased truth, Not the liest truth, But the highest truth.

Аll I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man. What I stand for speaks for itself...they don't understand.

If the truth is told, the youth can grow Then learn to survive until they gain control Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes Read more learn more, change the globe

What you base your happiness around? Material, women, and large paper? That means you inferior, not major.

I don't respect killers, I respect O.G. knowledge, Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance. Lessons, detrimental to a young disciple; Folks, take care of your brothers, niggas do as I do. Keep your enemies close, where they can see you. It's not your enemy who get you, it's always your own people.

I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death.

My duration's infinite, money-wise or physiology.

I'm a firm believer that we all meet up in eternity Just hope the big man show me some courtesy.

Street's disciple, my raps are trifle. I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle.

The Chinamen built the railroad, the Indians saved the Pilgrim, And in return, the Pilgrim killed 'em. They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday 'hell-day.'

...Shorty's laugh was cold-blooded as he spoke so foul, Only twelve tryin to tell me that he liked my style. Then I rose, wiping the blunt's ash from my clothes, Then froze, only to blow the herb smoke through my nose.

I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home

You ni**az get me sick, wannabe soundin like you know my arithmetic... but we don't sound alike

I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for dead presidents to represent me.

With rap music, because it's all so on the street, you get treated like a street cat: "All right, you've been eatin' enough, you're fat, get out of the way now and let somebody else come by."

Props is a true thug's wife.

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners

I never see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin, I guess 'entertainment' means blatantly lyin'.

I just appreciate what Andre 3000 has done musically - just the bravery. I think Andre 3000 may be one of the bravest artists in rap music.