[Jay-Z]. Geyeah NYMP the realest uhh. This is educated thug MU-SIC niggaz. Life's a battle mean streets eat you alive. Blocks'll have you tryin to maintain your course. through the potholes and gravel. Hot holes and what-have-you tryin to clock dough. Foes tryin to pop shots through you by code. Pigs tryin to grab you and lock up your soul. Through the Hot Apple nighttime shots crackle. (bucka bucka bucka) Fiends tryin to gaffle you. Not only cokeheads but the Feds in the Mercuray Topaz. after you up the avenue. Tryin to give you big numbers you got math to do. Tryin to make you miss summer shit that ain't cool. I caught smaller cases tryin to get cap or two. Up against the wall tryin to pass through. Ghost-like hear the cries from the tortured souls. Most nights I hold my toast tight and it goes like. Chorus: Jay-Z. N.Y.M.P. the realest niggaz. N.Y.M.P. the realest niggaz. Uhh uh-huh-uh-UHH N.Y.M.P. the realest. Marcy.. Brooklyn... [Jay-Z]. Yo; I come through gettin money sittin on twenties. Niggaz throwin me shade but ain't shit sunny. Hot shells only thing niggaz could get from me. Cocktails thrown in your living room KA-BOOM. I'm so confrontational;. they shoulda never let me go on probation yo. I'm a hustler; except that... no correctional facilities can correct that. I took a step back I viewed myself seen where my head was at. It's where that dough is homey gotta get that. Gotta get away some try but head back. Uhh street smart niggaz got left back. Some died they left stacks. Me I ball right and on top of that I'm dog nice. Jigga been cold as fuck before ice. Not before Christ but a long fuckin time. Get your mind right niggaz. Chorus: Jay-Z. N.Y.M.P. the realest. Uh-huh-uh-UHH N.Y.M.P. the realest niggaz. Uhh uh-huh uh-UHH N.Y.M.P. the realest niggaz. Marcy.. feel me... [Jay-Z]. I looked Death in the face years back. I held tears back I gathered myself and stared back. I'm from where you don't crack the weak don't live. You gotta bounce back homey the streets don't give. I take and rape villages who gon' stop him?. Not Rudy Guiliani not Hillary Rodham. Still I still pop him. Shit I grassy knoll and hilltop him it's all political now. I think big when I spit at you now. Between my dog and the figures the four gonna get'cha. Between life and death they killed my spirit. So what little life I got left y'all can expect me to ball. I ? myself teacher said I was a lost cause. cause I used to roam them halls. Still I spit knowledge dropped out of high school skipped college. Who woulda thought I'd make it "Big" like Ms. Wallace?. Chorus: Jay-Z. Uhh yeah N.Y.M.P. the realest niggaz. Brooklyn what? N.Y.M.P. the realest niggaz. Uhh uh-huh-uh-UHH N.Y.M.P. the realest niggaz. Marcy.. Brooklyn N.Y.M.P. the realest feel me. [Jay-Z]. Educated thug mu-sic niggaz. This is Brooklyn this is gangsta this is project. Real shit N.Y.M.P. the realest niggaz. Marcy Brooklyn stompin grounds.