Jay-Z Nigga What, Nigga Who

(feat. Amil & Big Jaz)



[Jay-Z]

Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah

Roc-a-Fella yall, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga

Timbaland shit, nine-eight BEYOTCH

Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh, follow me beotch



[Amil]

Nigga what, nigga who?

Nigga what, nigga who?

Switcha flow, getcha dough

Cant fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe

Switcha flow, getcha dough

Cant fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe



[Jay-Z] --> first four lines overlap the section above

Cant fuck with me

They aint ready yet

Uh-huh uh-huh

Yeah, yeah

Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous

shots with the fo-fo

Faggots wanna talk to Po-Pos, smoke em like cocoa

Fuck rap, coke by the boatload

Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed

Left holes through some guy clothes

Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip

Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit

One shot could make a nigga do a full flip

See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit

Oh hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you

But see me I wanna _Fuck for Free_ like Akinyele

Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it

inside your belly, if its tight get the K-Y Jelly

All night get you wide up inside the telly

Side to side, til you say Jay-Z youre too much for me



Chorus: Jay-Z (with Amil)



(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me

(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z

*repeat 3X*

(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me

(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z



[Jay-Z]

Got a condo with nuttin but condoms in it

The same place where the rhymes is invented

So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke

See how I was flowin on my last cassette?

Rapid-fire like Im blastin a Tec, never jam though

Never get high, never run out of ammo

Niggaz hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch

You know your favorite, I know it made you sick

And now youre, actin raw but you never had war

Dont know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe

Now shes mad at me, causer Your Majesty, just happened to be

A pimp with a tragedy

She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked with friends

She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again

I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit..

theres a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"



Chorus (with variation in last line)



[Jay-Z]

Gotta vendetta even though I been better

Left him in the cold with a thin sweater

Rap niggaz on Prozac get the bozack, niggaz threw

two at me I threw fo back, hold that

Let the dough stack, way before Big had the gold Ac

Dame had the Lex black

Motherfuckers wanna test that, stress that

And right where youre stressed, where you rest at

I suggest that, niggaz invest, in a vest, when I come through

with the glock jet black, you niggaz step back

Im the best at, you know I aint no apprentice to this

Me and my niggaz we invented the shit

I came into the business with this, The Originator, non greater

Jaz-O finish this shit



[Big Jaz]

Better learn, Jazll relax that, ever heard of me?

Worldwide Originator, say word to me

The population holla certainly, I burn a nigga

like a third degree, see me shine so bright

Nigga Im my light, runnin rulin with rigor and vigor

Nobody bigger than me and my nigga Jigga

You fly-by-nights stop chirpin B

Heavyweights type work to me

For the time, in this motherfucker aint nobody hurtin me

What? Cut your face in like surgery

Who the fuck got a VS, fuckin BMs on the road

when you had to be in bed at the PM

Need the info, Jaz on the C-N-N

forever touchin my workers beginnin youre endin

Nigga your styles no style my styles hostile

Cmon, faggot nigga down to take the gun home

The O-RI-GI-NA-TOR (cant FUCK with it can ya?!)



Chorus (with variations)



[Amil] * repeat to fade *

Switcha flow, getcha dough

Cant fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe

Switcha flow, getcha dough

Cant fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
[ Nigga What, Nigga Who Lyrics ]