It Was Written * 45 seconds of talking/skit * [Nas] It was a murder Jake just hit the corner people swarming Three in the morning I jumped out my cab like “Fuck, niggaz is buck,” mega bloodshed, the tapes red I heard some bird whisper, “Yo he should have ducked” I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the scene for rilla I’m all high it’s late I’m looking down at the fella Shit’s pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion His mom’s had a stare I wouldn’t dare second look when I murk It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder that the street’s designed to stop your life, plot The beast in time yeah, cell to cell suspect ass nigga you fell First time locked in crime stop my mind blocks the frail Bursting blasting at your forty cal shell, split your dry cell My niggas never snitch why tell We roll with no regrets, destiny’s, fifty’s and equities Queens’ll be the death of me Chorus: To the suspect witness don’t come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight (Suspect witness don’t come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight) Chorus [Nas] Dear God, I want the riches, money hungry bitches infested Giving the jealous niggas sickness, the witness My crew dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence Try to test this, scientist, able and reckless Slaughter, Nautica’d down, frames look petite Ten millis, mix designed just for my physique I keep a low pro as if I owe, bless the flow lovely My pants hang low while I’m dancing, sipping the bubbly Hey, me no worry <b>…</b>