N.O.R.E.

Released: June 25, 2002

Featuring: Pharrell Williams

Songwriter: N.O.R.E. Pharrell Williams Chad Hugo

Producer: The Neptunes

[Intro: N.O.R.E.]
That's hot (Hahaha), yeah
That's perfect, niggas, part four, motherfucker
Thugged out, nigga (Grimy)
Neptunes, nigga, what, nigga? (Grimy)
Violator, nigga, what, nigga? (Grimy)
This shit is serious, type serious (Grimy)
Uh, uh-uh, nigga, what, nigga? (Grimy)
Uh, uh-uh, nigga, what, nigga? (Grimy)
Uh, uh-uh, part four, nigga (Grimy)
Yo, yo, yo (Grimy)

[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
It's like fuck, it's King Tut jewelry, blind fury, nigga
I smoke bogies, conspiracy theory
It's like I'm Malcolm, with just the X
These bitches swear they in love but it's just the X
Niggas act like my coke ain't long and stretched
Like I don't keep two shotguns under my chest
I flip obsolete, see, I'm the king of the streets
And show motherfuckers how to rhyme on Neptunes' beats
In Miami, Big Pun shoulda won the Grammy
This year I'll bring the shit home to his family
Go 'head and keep hatin' until you receive
Mad volts in your chest plate, hard to breathe
See, you a hater like Star and Buc, nigga, what?
And fuck Tommy Boy, them niggas just suck
I'm the ultimate, gun on my dick, hoes swallow my spit
Wanna drink every bottle I sip

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & N.O.R.E.]
Nigga, when that heat is bustin' off
And the ambulance come and rush you off
And the witness like, "We don't know them boys"
Me and my niggas goin', "Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey"
Then we resume hangin' with stars
And we live in fat houses and fat-ass cars
And we drive and scream, "Nigga, fuck the law"
Me and my niggas goin', "Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey" (Yo, yo)

[Verse 2: N.O.R.E.]
I alternated with the greatest, upgraded my speech
We Violator violatin', y'all niggas capiche?
It's unsafe like late night on Orchard Beach
Drink some river ranches and get slurped at least
Let's have fun with it, in the Bridge, my niggas dun with it
Niggas had hit records, but we done did it
Pop a collar, see them chicks? They like to holla N.O.
You know them hoes already know they gotta swallow
Money like Nutty Professor, fat as fuck
Four Gold albums, ain't none of it luck
Brad Pitt, Fight Club shit, fuckin' you up
Since you seem so tense, release the mutts
I'm connected, the police release my cuffs
Call me Fillmore, nah, nigga, 'cause I'ma feel more
Nigga, this my year, you gonna feel N.O.R.E.
Money, we got it, but still try and feel more

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Nigga, when that heat is bustin' off
And the ambulance come and rush you off
And the witness like, "We don't know them boys"
Me and my niggas goin', "Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey"
Then we resume hangin' with stars
And we live in fat houses and fat-ass cars
And we drive and scream, "Nigga, fuck the law"
Me and my niggas goin', "Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey"

[Bridge: Pharrell Williams & N.O.R.E.]
Type a nigga roll, we must be duns (Grimy)
Toothbrush shanks and rusty guns (Grimy)
Nigga, get popped, can't hush me, son (Grimy)
Sellin' everything 'til they cuff me, dun (Grimy)
'93 Ac', fuck a Range, nigga (Grimy)
Saliva at the mouth for your chain, nigga (Grimy)
Reynolds Wrap, coke, and durags (Grimy)
Never cleanin' up, nigga, screw that (Uh, uh, uh, grimy)

[Verse 3: N.O.R.E.]
You see we unbreakable, y'all niggas is uncapable
2G, nigga, we use gats that's untraceable
Still smokin' and niggas know how I do it
Keep big shanks, shit'll cut in half your Buick
Just me and shorty, late night in the park
And gettin' so much brains I'm startin' to feel smart
Off the L's above feelin' my love with cold heart
See these fake niggas, man, I'm finsta break niggas
We switchin' labels, now it's time to break niggas
We switchin' labels, now it's time to break niggas

[Refrain: Pharrell Williams & N.O.R.E.]
Type a nigga roll, we must be duns (Grimy)
Toothbrush shanks and rusty guns (Grimy)
Nigga, get popped, can't hush me, son (Grimy)
Sellin' everything 'til they cuff me, dun (Grimy)
'93 Ac', fuck a Range, nigga (Grimy)
Saliva at the mouth for your chain, nigga (Grimy)
Reynolds Wrap, coke, and durags (Grimy)
Never cleanin' up, nigga, screw that (Grimy)
Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Nigga, when that heat is bustin' off
And the ambulance come and rush you off
And the witness like, "We don't know them boys"
Me and my niggas goin', "Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey"
Then we resume hangin' with stars
And we live in fat houses and fat-ass cars
And we drive and scream, "Nigga, fuck the law"
Me and my niggas goin', "Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey, hey"

[Outro: N.O.R.E.]
Violator, nigga, what, nigga? (Grimy)
This shit is serious (Grimy)
Grimy
Grimy
Grimy
Grimy
Grimy
Grimy

Queens rapper Noreaga (also known as N.O.R.E.) was one of the most distinctive voices of the late ’90s hardcore hip-hop scene. He found critical and commercial success, both as a member of the duo Capone-N-Noreaga and as a solo artist, well into the 2000s.

Born Victor Santiago, Jr., to a Puerto Rican father and black mother, N.O.R.E. was raised in the Lefrak City housing projects in Queens, New York. In the early ’90s, while serving a sentence for attempted murder at the Green Haven Correctional Facility, he befriended Queensbridge native Capone. Once released, the two began rapping together under the mentorship of Juice Crew veteran Tragedy Khadafi, appearing in The Source Magazine’s “Unsigned Hype” column in 1995.

The duo attracted widespread attention in 1996 with the release of the single “L.A., L.A..” The song—a response to Tha Dogg Pound’s “New York, New York”—is considered a key record in the infamous East Coast/West Coast battle. Only 18 at the time, Noreaga’s unorthodox style of rapping immediately stood out. VIBE Magazine described his flow as “staggered, high-pitched parrot riffs.” The Source called it “word association-style poetics.” Capone-N-Noreaga’s debut The War Report was released by Penalty/Warner in June 1997 to critical acclaim.

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