("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, hey yo, I know you ain't talking 'bout me dog
You, what?
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")

(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already

Brace yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently waiting
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
Check it

(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already

Hey yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Hey, y'all fagots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin' ring

(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live

(I, will, not, lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas

(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased through your building
Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no TECs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, trying to work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm trying to kick knowledge
Nah, I'm trying to kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my Glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache having, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-riding fagot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss

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Ether Lyrics as written by Rondell Edwin Turner Nasir Jones

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  • +1
    General Comment
    "is he dame diddy, dame daddy or dame dummy? oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy." best. line. ever.
    Minyaon November 23, 2007   Link
  • +1
    General Comment
    I've been listening to Distant Relatives a lot recently. Whats funny about it in the context of the Nas v Jay-Z beef is that Jay-Z could Never make an album like that. He just doesn't have anything to say. He's like a child next to Nas. Nas goes deep and Jay-Z just skims the money off the surface. I don't really understand why he ever went at Nas in the first place. Its like a thick student taking on the professor and not expecting to get burned. This track is nothing special musically or lyrically but the pure directness of the lyrics is just great. Neg-ro please. Says it all. Nas dismisses him like he's nothing.
    Bowneron May 10, 2012   Link
  • 0
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    Haahahahhahahaha.. Jay Z.. Dick Sucking Lips..!! Hhahaha.. This is a hype song.. and I give props to Nas for this phat beat..!! coz Jay Z is just Gay Z who take Biggie's Rhymes and disses Tupac..!! I mean.. TUPAC is still the greatest rapper.. and rappers like GAY Z or COCK FELLA.. They are no match for great Hip Hop soul like Pac..!! Ezzz.. I am out..
    TaHaon March 15, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Comment
    HE snapped in this song, but i still love ya j-z
    zperezon May 10, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Comment
    this song is hilarious, jigga could never respond to this, nas tore him apart. i still like jay-z, but for this battle take him out and and put him down. NE-GRO PLEASE, lmao....
    justanotherkyddon June 30, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Comment
    i love the whole nas vs. jay-z thing. too funny.
    *amanda*on July 08, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Comment
    This song is amazing. I would really consider this one of my top 5 favorite songs of all time. Jay-Z thought Nas was done, but he just made him come back 10 times stronger. Listen up. First Nas has 2 strong verses to start it off where he talks about mad shit goin on right now. "I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh) Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face" From the start, he just talks about everything, even bringing up Jay-Z as if he's a no one, which i would agree that Jay-Z's Takeover abused Nas pretty bad. Then the 3rd verse comes and he totally RIPS on Jay-Z, for like 3 minutes straight, NON-STOP. His flow is sick and he abuses Jay like no one ever has. He talks about Jigga's past, present, and future. All Jay-Z has to say is that he sells more records and he banged Nas's wife. Wow!! what a diss. NE-GRO PLEASE!!!! Seriously though. Like I can go on forever with this. But all u should do is listen to these lyrics closely, and just realize how he puts Jigga in his place.
    RCallan515on August 19, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Comment
    song is nasty. jay will never reply to that and if he does nas'll fuck him up again. no question.
    apolloon September 13, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Comment
    jay-z's new single just give nas more reason to bag on him It samples 'Pacs me and my girlfriend... "How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?"
    Sysyson October 11, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Comment
    this song is the mad notes, nas is at the peak of rappers in company wit 2pac xzibit dre, they keep the rap game rollin in life or death (rip pac) and biatches like jay-z try 2 dis the real thugs 2 get sum fools noticin, tahas got it right 2pac is the truth aint no replacin just respectin
    X2theZXzibiton April 02, 2003   Link

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