N.O.R.E.

Released: January 29, 2021

Featuring: Conway the Machine Method Man

Songwriter: N.O.R.E. Conway the Machine Method Man

Producer: Hazardis Soundz

[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
See 'em talking from the sideline, they outta line
Talkin' down on the slime, man, they outta line
See 'em talking from the sideline, they outta line
Talkin' down on the slime, man, they outta line

[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
Uh, I was in Madrid, Spain on some other shit
Connect, he got the call, he had the plug on the mothership
Suicide, opium, cocaine, Biscayne (What?)
Cuban cigar shit, still, I'm on my mob shit (Huh)
Still, I'm selling diesel like Busta Rhymes' armpit
I used to sell coke to my man pops
He could get it еlsewhere, but еlsewhere was all opps
The lesser evil, good and bad like a paralegal
My dudes in Boston, they got rich off the dog food
Always saying hors d'oeuvres would make big dawg moves (Okay)
2021, sixty, no diamond (What you talkin' about?)
Camouflage AP (Oh), Royal Oak Offshore (What?)
And only gonna rock it when I'm offshore (What?)
The big chain, I only rock on occasions
When eatin' with the Asians, Beverly Hill, Crustacean's (Ooh)
Listen, I drink more Ace than Hov do (Ow)
This the new me, remind me of the old you
That Mulsanne got feeling like an Arab prince (Yeah)
2022, engines start with fingerprints
Let a dude diss me, I promise you won't see him since

[Chorus: N.O.R.E. & Conway the Machine]
See 'em talking from the sideline, they outta line
Talkin' down on the slime, man, they outta line
See 'em talking from the sideline, they outta line
Talkin' down on the slime, man, they outta line
See 'em talkin' from the sideline, they outta line
Talkin' down on the slime, man, they outta line (Yeah)
See 'em talkin' from the sideline, they outta line
Talkin' down on the slime, man, they outta line

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Look, hear 'em talkin' from the sidelines, they outta line (Huh?)
Fifty on his head, that won't affect my bottom line
Bottom line, niggas think it's sweet, he must be out his mind
You know the motto, drums and the carbon when its throttle time (Brrt)
Before rap, I sold a lot of crack to see my dollar signs
So I was fine before I signed my name on the dotted line
I done climbed to the top in a very short amount of time
And I ain't jot a line, still, I'm the hottest in a lot of minds (Talk to 'em)
Shifted the culture, only thing left for me to do is get richer than Oprah (Huh?)
Bitches got my dick on a poster
Richer than most of the niggas that was sneak dissin' me
These niggas is broke, I'm rappin' with a chip on my shoulder (Ha)
Yeah, niggas assumed I was startin' to fall (Huh?)
From King to a God Billboard charted with bars (Fact)
Had to prove I hustle harder, I'm smarter than y'all thought
One more album and I'm done with all parties involved, uh (Woo)

[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
See 'em talking from the sideline, they outta line
Talkin' down on the slime, man, they outta line
See 'em talking from the sideline, they outta line
Talkin' down on the slime, man, they outta line
See 'em talking from the sideline, they outta line
Talkin' down on the slime, man, they outta line
See 'em talking from the sideline, they outta line
Talkin' down on the slime, man, they outta line

[Verse 3: Method Man]
Ayy, what's good, slime? We just drawin' rappers without a line
I get cray on beats, kids be coloring out of line
Now it's game on, B, picture Puffy without the shine
Orange aura, flow is water, make mine an alkaline
Y'all taking orders and payin' for it, now pay for mine
A steep fee, but knowledge is free, y'all just don't pay no mind
I don't hate on these rappers, I hate the way they rhyme
I'm pissed in the palace, been bad boy since '89 (Come on)
Coach your shooter, the Chuck Daly, I trust rarely
Might trust a friend, even then, YNW Melly
PB and Jelly, now Robert Kelly done caught a felon
Who would've thought that your life was short as my part in Belly?
Don't need a beat, I go a cappella, yeah, a capelly
'Cause it sound better than a cappella, don't spell check me
Mef jacking my comrade from LeFrak
Ain't no justice, it's just us, that's just facts

[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
See 'em talking from the sideline, they outta line
Talkin' down on the slime, man, they outta line
See 'em talking from the sideline, they outta line
Talkin' down on the slime, man, they outta line
See 'em talking from the sideline, they outta line
Talkin' down on the slime, man, they outta line
See 'em talking from the sideline, they outta line
Talkin' down on the slime, man, they outta line

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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