Ether

Nas

credits


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
writers: Dave Allen, Andrew Gill, Jon King, Hugo H. Burnham
album: Track in album Stillmatic
release date: 2001-12-8
popularity : 49 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Thug Rap/Pop Rap/Conscious
length: 4:38
producer: Ron Browz

Album Information

label: Columbia
country(area): United States
format: CD
script: Latin

Cover Art

Nas Stillmatic cover art

Lyrics

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[Nas]
What's up *****s, hey yo, I know you ain't talking 'bout me dog
("**** Jay-Z")
("**** Jay-Z")
[Chorus]
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Lose) I prove you lost already
Brace yourself for the main event
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
Semi-autos at your cartilage
I got this, locked since '9-1
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
Check it
[Chorus]
Hey yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these *****s man (no doubt)


Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
That this Gay-Z and ****afella Records wanted beef
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
**** sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live
(I, will, not, lose)
The king is back, where my crown at?


What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
You seem to be only concerned with dissing women
Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
In '88 you was getting chased through your building
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase
I still whip your ***, you thirty-six in a karate class
Ask me if I'm trying to kick knowledge
That ether, that **** that make your soul burn slow
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks?
You no mustache having, with whiskers like a rat
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
And, Eminem murdered you on your own ****
Queens *****s run you *****s, ask Russell Simmons
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz ****
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
You pop ****, apologize, *****, just ask Kiss[Nas]
What's up *****s, hey yo, I know you ain't talking 'bout me dog
("**** Jay-Z")
("**** Jay-Z")
[Chorus]
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Lose) I prove you lost already
Brace yourself for the main event
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
Semi-autos at your cartilage
I got this, locked since '9-1
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
Check it
[Chorus]
Hey yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these *****s man (no doubt)


Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
That this Gay-Z and ****afella Records wanted beef
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
**** sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live
(I, will, not, lose)
The king is back, where my crown at?


What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
You seem to be only concerned with dissing women
Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
In '88 you was getting chased through your building
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase
I still whip your ***, you thirty-six in a karate class
Ask me if I'm trying to kick knowledge
That ether, that **** that make your soul burn slow
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks?
You no mustache having, with whiskers like a rat
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
And, Eminem murdered you on your own ****
Queens *****s run you *****s, ask Russell Simmons
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz ****
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
You pop ****, apologize, *****, just ask Kiss

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Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Stillmatic (The Intro)
  • 2 Ether
  • 3 Got Ur Self A...
  • 4 Smokin'
  • 5 You're da Man
  • 6 Rewind
  • 7 One Mic
  • 8 2nd Childhood
  • 9 Destroy & Rebuild
  • 10 The Flyest
  • 11 Braveheart Party
  • 12 Rule
  • 13 My Country
  • 14 What Goes Around
  • 15 Every Ghetto
    CD 2
  • 1 No Idea's Original
  • 2 U Gotta Love It (Snippet)
  • 3 My Way (Snippet)
  • 4 Make It Last (Snippet)
  • 5 Doo Rags (Snippet)