| Song | Ether |
| Artist | Nas |
| Album | Stillmatic |
| [00:05.44] | （"Fuck Jay-Z"） |
| [00:06.25] | What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talking 'bout me dog |
| [00:09.76] | You, what? |
| [00:10.91] | （"Fuck Jay-Z"） |
| [00:11.97] | You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga |
| [00:15.14] | （"Fuck Jay-Z"） |
| [00:15.88] | |
| [00:16.29] | （I） Fuck with your soul like ether |
| [00:17.88] | （Will） Teach you the king you know you |
| [00:19.08] | （Not） "God's son" across the belly |
| [00:20.60] | （Lose） I prove you lost already |
| [00:22.23] | |
| [00:22.40] | Brace yourself for the main event |
| [00:24.62] | Y'all impatiently waiting |
| [00:25.51] | It's like an AIDS test, what's the results? |
| [00:27.93] | Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big |
| [00:30.91] | Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy |
| [00:34.67] | I embrace y'all with napalm |
| [00:36.78] | Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone |
| [00:39.63] | How could Nas be garbage? |
| [00:41.02] | Semi-autos at your cartilage |
| [00:42.82] | Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne |
| [00:45.71] | I got this, locked since '9-1 |
| [00:48.30] | I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced |
| [00:51.38] | Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas |
| [00:54.27] | With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music |
| [00:57.36] | Check it |
| [01:00.78] | |
| [01:01.31] | （I） Fuck with your soul like ether |
| [01:02.33] | （Will） Teach you the king you know you |
| [01:03.83] | （Not） "God's son" across the belly |
| [01:04.45] | （Lose） I prove you lost already |
| [01:06.38] | |
| [01:07.11] | Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man （no doubt） |
| [01:08.28] | Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fucking ring |
| [01:10.06] | |
| [01:10.25] | （I） Fuck with your soul like ether |
| [01:11.19] | （Will） Teach you the king you know you |
| [01:12.28] | （Not） "God's son" across the belly |
| [01:13.74] | （Lose） I prove you lost already |
| [01:14.69] | |
| [01:15.42] | I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten |
| [01:18.59] | Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten |
| [01:21.25] | Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave （uh） |
| [01:24.55] | Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face |
| [01:27.07] | Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes |
| [01:29.92] | With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take? |
| [01:32.68] | When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep |
| [01:35.85] | That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef |
| [01:38.57] | Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo |
| [01:41.80] | To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle |
| [01:44.55] | This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid |
| [01:47.68] | When KRS already made an album called Blueprint |
| [01:50.71] | First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big |
| [01:54.81] | Dick sucking lips, why not you let the late, great veteran live |
| [01:58.36] | |
| [01:58.73] | （I...will...not...lose） |
| [02:01.39] | "God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already |
| [02:04.07] | The king is back, where my crown at? |
| [02:06.60] | （Ill...will） Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas |
| [02:09.23] | （I） Fuck with your soul like ether |
| [02:10.25] | （Will） Teach you the king you know you |
| [02:11.66] | （Not） "God's son" across the belly |
| [02:12.98] | （Lose） I prove you lost already |
| [02:14.34] | |
| [02:14.90] | Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches |
| [02:17.26] | What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother |
| [02:19.09] | You traded your soul for riches |
| [02:20.72] | My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous |
| [02:22.95] | And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it |
| [02:26.47] | You seem to be only concerned with dissing women |
| [02:29.19] | Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly? |
| [02:32.45] | Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me |
| [02:34.91] | Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly |
| [02:37.96] | In '88 you was getting chased through your building |
| [02:40.78] | Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers |
| [02:43.84] | All I did was gave you a style for you to run with |
| [02:46.96] | Smiling in my face, glad to break bread with the god |
| [02:49.75] | Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars |
| [02:52.62] | No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case |
| [02:55.73] | Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase |
| [02:58.79] | You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan |
| [03:01.93] | I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class |
| [03:05.03] | You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic? |
| [03:08.77] | Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge |
| [03:10.38] | Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though |
| [03:13.57] | That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow |
| [03:16.51] | Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy? |
| [03:19.10] | Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy |
| [03:22.50] | Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter |
| [03:25.46] | And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after? |
| [03:28.21] | Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas |
| [03:31.33] | And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas? |
| [03:33.69] | Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas |
| [03:37.16] | In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas |
| [03:40.12] | Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss |
| [03:42.97] | What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks? |
| [03:45.97] | Ne-gro please |
| [03:47.64] | You no mustache having, with whiskers like a rat |
| [03:50.65] | Compared to Beans you wack |
| [03:51.87] | And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame |
| [03:54.63] | You ass, went from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big |
| [03:58.53] | And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit |
| [04:00.93] | You a dick-riding faggot, you love the attention |
| [04:03.84] | Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons |
| [04:06.61] | Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick |
| [04:10.28] | J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick |
| [04:12.73] | Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick |
| [04:15.69] | Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick |
| [04:19.01] | So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick |
| [04:21.78] | How much of Biggie's rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips? |
| [04:24.53] | Wanted to be on every last one of my classics |
| [04:27.57] | You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss |
| [04:30.86] |
| [00:05.44] | " Fuck JayZ" |
| [00:06.25] | What' s up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain' t talking ' bout me dog |
| [00:09.76] | You, what? |
| [00:10.91] | " Fuck JayZ" |
| [00:11.97] | You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga |
| [00:15.14] | " Fuck JayZ" |
| [00:15.88] | |
| [00:16.29] | I Fuck with your soul like ether |
| [00:17.88] | Will Teach you the king you know you |
| [00:19.08] | Not " God' s son" across the belly |
| [00:20.60] | Lose I prove you lost already |
| [00:22.23] | |
| [00:22.40] | Brace yourself for the main event |
| [00:24.62] | Y' all impatiently waiting |
| [00:25.51] | It' s like an AIDS test, what' s the results? |
| [00:27.93] | Not positive, who' s the best? Pac, Nas and Big |
| [00:30.91] | Ain' t no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy |
| [00:34.67] | I embrace y' all with napalm |
| [00:36.78] | Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone |
| [00:39.63] | How could Nas be garbage? |
| [00:41.02] | Semiautos at your cartilage |
| [00:42.82] | Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne |
| [00:45.71] | I got this, locked since ' 91 |
| [00:48.30] | I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain' t influenced |
| [00:51.38] | Gave y' all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas |
| [00:54.27] | With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music |
| [00:57.36] | Check it |
| [01:00.78] | |
| [01:01.31] | I Fuck with your soul like ether |
| [01:02.33] | Will Teach you the king you know you |
| [01:03.83] | Not " God' s son" across the belly |
| [01:04.45] | Lose I prove you lost already |
| [01:06.38] | |
| [01:07.11] | Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man no doubt |
| [01:08.28] | Ay, y' all faggots, y' all kneel and kiss the fucking ring |
| [01:10.06] | |
| [01:10.25] | I Fuck with your soul like ether |
| [01:11.19] | Will Teach you the king you know you |
| [01:12.28] | Not " God' s son" across the belly |
| [01:13.74] | Lose I prove you lost already |
| [01:14.69] | |
| [01:15.42] | I' ve been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten |
| [01:18.59] | Luck ran out, they hoped that I' d be gone, stiff and rotten |
| [01:21.25] | Y' all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave uh |
| [01:24.55] | Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face |
| [01:27.07] | Y' all some " well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes |
| [01:29.92] | With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take? |
| [01:32.68] | When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep |
| [01:35.85] | That this GayZ and Cockafella Records wanted beef |
| [01:38.57] | Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo |
| [01:41.80] | To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle |
| [01:44.55] | This for dolo and it' s manuscript, just sound stupid |
| [01:47.68] | When KRS already made an album called Blueprint |
| [01:50.71] | First, Biggie' s ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big |
| [01:54.81] | Dick sucking lips, why not you let the late, great veteran live |
| [01:58.36] | |
| [01:58.73] | I... will... not... lose |
| [02:01.39] | " God' s son" across the belly, I prove you lost already |
| [02:04.07] | The king is back, where my crown at? |
| [02:06.60] | Ill... will Ill Will rest in peace, let' s do it niggas |
| [02:09.23] | I Fuck with your soul like ether |
| [02:10.25] | Will Teach you the king you know you |
| [02:11.66] | Not " God' s son" across the belly |
| [02:12.98] | Lose I prove you lost already |
| [02:14.34] | |
| [02:14.90] | Y' all niggas deal with emotions like bitches |
| [02:17.26] | What' s sad is I love you ' cause you' re my brother |
| [02:19.09] | You traded your soul for riches |
| [02:20.72] | My child, I' ve watched you grow up to be famous |
| [02:22.95] | And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it |
| [02:26.47] | You seem to be only concerned with dissing women |
| [02:29.19] | Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly? |
| [02:32.45] | Well life is hard, hug me, don' t reject me |
| [02:34.91] | Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly |
| [02:37.96] | In ' 88 you was getting chased through your building |
| [02:40.78] | Calling my crib and I ain' t even give you my numbers |
| [02:43.84] | All I did was gave you a style for you to run with |
| [02:46.96] | Smiling in my face, glad to break bread with the god |
| [02:49.75] | Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars |
| [02:52.62] | No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case |
| [02:55.73] | Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase |
| [02:58.79] | You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan |
| [03:01.93] | I still whip your ass, you thirtysix in a karate class |
| [03:05.03] | You Taebo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic? |
| [03:08.77] | Ask me if I' m tryna' kick knowledge |
| [03:10.38] | Nah, I' m tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though |
| [03:13.57] | That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow |
| [03:16.51] | Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy? |
| [03:19.10] | Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he' s Puffy |
| [03:22.50] | Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter |
| [03:25.46] | And that' s the guy y' all chose to name your company after? |
| [03:28.21] | Put it together, I rock hoes, y' all rock fellas |
| [03:31.33] | And now y' all try to take my spot, fellas? |
| [03:33.69] | Philly' s hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas |
| [03:37.16] | In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas |
| [03:40.12] | Foxy got you hot ' cause you kept your face in her puss |
| [03:42.97] | What you think, you getting girls now ' cause of your looks? |
| [03:45.97] | Negro please |
| [03:47.64] | You no mustache having, with whiskers like a rat |
| [03:50.65] | Compared to Beans you wack |
| [03:51.87] | And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame |
| [03:54.63] | You ass, went from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big |
| [03:58.53] | And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit |
| [04:00.93] | You a dickriding faggot, you love the attention |
| [04:03.84] | Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons |
| [04:06.61] | Ha, ROC get gunned up and clapped quick |
| [04:10.28] | J. J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick |
| [04:12.73] | Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick |
| [04:15.69] | Shawn Carter to JayZ, damn you on Jaz dick |
| [04:19.01] | So little shorty' s getting gunned up and clapped quick |
| [04:21.78] | How much of Biggie' s rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips? |
| [04:24.53] | Wanted to be on every last one of my classics |
| [04:27.57] | You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss |
| [04:30.86] |