Raekwon — Rich and Black

[Intro: Louis Farrakhan] And regardless to how much power you have When God sends prophets and messengers They don't care nothing about your power Because they come from the power [Verse 1: Nas] Rare nigga, I'm a wonder Your best success is my worst blunder Feds tap the number Jewelry Jacqueline Onassis could appreciate Weed to alleviate the pain Eddie King, Richard Pryor pinky ring Watch your conduct, nigga Throw parties for my niggas that’s livin', you guessed it Models, y'all keep 'em if they anorexic Love 'em but can’t trust 'em, hate 'em but won’t bust 'em Cakin' in savings, spendin', wastin', it's like a custom Tats are hieroglyphics, lipstick on the collar I got more to lose than you do, but I’m a rider When did the rules change? Y’all livin' trendy on pennies Meetin' deadlines with ease, no game You fire, I'm butane Gator Timbs, ostrich belts These be the times that I surprise myself My niggas lookin' like black crows at packed shows The Don voice stay pristine like I'm still seventeen [Verse 2: Raekwon] I'm rich, Black, African, rockin' the golden Mack Shearling leather, Gucci leg it's on my back Willie Bosket hoodlum in the trench Rinse these niggas, '86 Cazals dicin' near the fence Mike Tyson disciple, trifle with my pen, it's a rifle Sixteen ways to shoot you through your Chrysler, duke Exhalin' with niggas, the jails argue Bring the best niggas to the table I'll sic all my whales on you Custom wooden speakers, rock Elysses, rump on polices Dump on creatures, holidays and preachers Stainless steel watches, ostrich turtlenecks Here's the deal: If we can't come in, they can't have the field Bones in Cisco', murder instrumentals Cayenne Porsche rap, how many horses live official? I run wit' generals who flash Uzis in interviews My shit is deep, we fly, swimmin', dude [Verse 3: Nas] Verse two gotta be all murder just like the first verse Timbs yellow like the hair on a Malibu surfer Yellow like my Harry Winston glistenin' arm, B Yellow like New York City piss-stained concrete [Verse 4: Raekwon] That’s right, yo, who voted toastin' in the wind Las Vegas Otis, what you know? Leave it right here, we ghost in the Lotus Put a package on your head, be promoted, keys in effect Payin' these dumb fuckin' D’s off with donuts [Sample: Louis Farrakhan] I hate to see you, acting like a slave To get an advance here, an advance there Because somebody else controls your destiny [Verse 4 continued: Raekwon] Aiyo, I’m rich, Black, umbrella calico captain Wes Craven with a blade and a black I’m hood ornaments, junkies win awards in my tournaments My shit is listed like informants pics You know we order hits Planes flyin', niggas is sure to get ya Whether in Costa Rica, Lisa, she sure to twist ya Eatin' Chow Lo Mein with chopsticks Glocks with aim, watermelon chips, pop some ‘pagne For all the riches, niggas forcin' out they feelings, kid Whether in hallways or the boats, now feel us, kid Out in Alaska, in the Astons, remember my passion Hungry wolf who never eat in his castle Bolivian connects restless, yeah Chef ambidextrous, quick to back you in like the Lexus shit Hunted by the FBI, we gracious, more demonstrations Shit is tough, milk the Carnation