I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion   I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses   Had to bring it back to New York   I'm happy that the streets is back in New York   For you rappers, I carry the cross      I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion   I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses   Had to bring it back to New York   I'm happy that the streets is back in New York   For you rappers, I carry the cross      Y'all can keep y'all weak beats from your corny producers   There's a new king in the streets, you're gonna get used to   I was the old king in the streets, that y'all once hated   But now I reinvented myself and y'all all waited   Nas, N.A.S. mean Niggaz Against Society   Noisy I aim not silently, noose all surroundin' me      I hang 'em, I string 'em up ain't no thing I just drop 'em   To which doctor you copped and you locked and it ain't what it was   I changed it up from that pop shit it's hard to see R&B   Rappers arguably, started fuckin' up the game horribly   'Cause, I parted the sea, then these novices targeted me   Bitches infatuated say they love me, lyin' to me      What I've discovered is my brother's tryin' to be   The next me, yeah I support him but he's blinded I see   Jealousy he love me to death, am I buggin'? I love him for life   We both still mournin' on our mother's life      And I don't need much but a Dutch, a bitch to fuck   A six, a truck, some guns to bust   I wish it was that simple, the last emperor, hit yo' ass   With the nasty Nas, diary, get out my path      I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion   I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses   Had to bring it back to New York   I'm happy that the streets is back in New York   For you rappers, I carry the cross      I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion   I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses   Had to bring it back to New York   I'm happy that the streets is back in New York   For you rappers, I carry the cross      I can't keep a bitch 'cause none of them come up for a little less   I can't be too rich, too many hoes lined up for sex   I can't rest until my niggaz in houses with pretty maids   Water and flowers in 'em   While my niggaz walk around in they trousers grinnin'      Gotta keep a lot of heat, 30 cals 10 millimeters   40 cals plus the heckler to set y'all straight   You too light? I shoot your freckles out   You too dark? The infrared show you what the tech about   Huh? I'm stressin' out, need more offices for bosses   Secretaries and meetings with big sharks, who mad greedy      We can sell mo', boats on the coast   Give, coats to the po' and give hope to the broke then live low   But that ain't reality, I look happy but under the sky   You see a nigga who know, out of three women 2 out of 3   Will love you but lead you to they own hidden evil      Bitch you the reason niggaz be beefin', hoe get on   Posed to be earth, ain't worth the pussy that you sit on   From here on, it's a new day, million dollars ain't what it was yesterday   Many problems, many niggaz, most involved but they fake   Hope y'all relate      I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion   I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses   Had to bring it back to New York   I'm happy that the streets is back in New York   For you rappers, I carry the cross      I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion   I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses   Had to bring it back to New York   I'm happy that the streets is back in New York   For you rappers, I carry the cross   I carry the cross