“Hip hop” “hip hop” “is dead”rn“Hip--hip hop” “hip hop” “is dead”rn“Hip--hip hop” “hip--hip hop” “is dead”rn“Hip--hip hop” “hip hop” “hip hop”rnrn[Hook - 2X]rnIf hip hop should die before I wakernI’ll put an extended clip inside of my AKrnRoll to every station, murder the DJrnRoll to every station, murder the DJrnrn[sample]rnHip hop just died this mornin’rnAnd she’s dead, she’s deadrnrn[Verse 1]rnYeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same cornerrnGet cash, live fast, body their man’s mamarnRich ass niggaz is ridin’ with three llamasrnRevenge in their eyes, Hennesy and the ganjarnWord to the wise with villain state of mindsrnGrindin’, hittin’ Brazilian dimes from behindrnGrindin’, hittin’ Brazilian dimes from behindrn(Grindin’, hittin’ Brazilian dimes from behind)rnWhenever, if ever, I roll up, it’s sown uprnAny ghetto will tell ya Nas helped grow us uprnMy face once graced promotional Sony trucksrnHundred million in billin’, I helped build ‘em uprnGave my nigga my right, I could have gave leftrnSo like my girl Foxy, a nigga went DefrnSo nigga, who’s your top ten?rnIs it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren?rnrn[Hook - 2X]rnrn[sample]rnHip hop just died this mornin’rnAnd she’s dead, she’s deadrnrn[Verse 2]rnThe bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin’rnCome through, something ill, missin’ the ceilin’rnWhat influenced my raps? Stick ups and killingsrnKidnappings, project buildings, drug dealingsrnCriticize that, why is that?rnCuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized craprnCuz we love to talk on ass we gettin’rnMost intellectuals will only half listenrnSo you can’t blame jazz musiciansrnOr David Stern with his NBA fashion issuesrnOh I they like me--in my white teernYou can’t ice me, we here for life BrnOn my second marriage, hip hop’s my first wifeyrnAnd for that we not takin’ it lightlyrnIf hip hop should die we die togetherrnBodies in the morgue lie togetherrnAll together nowrnrn[Hook - 2X]rnrn[sample]rnHip hop just died this mornin’rnHip hop just died this mornin’rnHip hop just died this mornin’rnAnd she’s dead, she’s deadrnrn[crowd chanting “Hip hop!” becomes beat]rnrn[Verse 3]rnEverybody sound the same, commercialize the gamernReminiscin’ when it wasn’t all businessrnIf it got where it startedrnSo we all gather here for the dearly departedrnHip hopper since a toddlerrnOne homeboy became a man then a mobsterrnIf the guys let me get my last swig of VodkarnR.I.P., we’ll donate your lungs to a rastarnWent from turntables to mp3srnFrom “Beat Street” to commercials on Mickey D’srnFrom gold cables to JacobsrnFrom plain facials to Botox and face liftsrnI’m lookin’ over my shoulderrnIt’s about eighty niggaz from my hood that showed uprnAnd they came to show lovernSold out concert and the doors are closed shut
