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( helicopter whirring )

( slow, dreamy theme playing )

JAY-Z:
Phew, luck.

I heard people say I'm
the luckiest man on the planet.

I like to think I stay ready.

A wise man once told me
luck isn't some mystical energy

that dances around
the universe,

randomly bestowing people
with satisfaction and joy.

You create your own luck.

My whole career, I've been
thinking of a night like this.

Like what's about to happen.

As it was going on I was like,

"Oh, shit,
this is it right now.

A night
with all the stars in line."

Now, I ain't trying to get
to dramatic on y'all,

but that night I felt like
the luckiest man in the world.

Or as my man Ceto would say,
"Lucky Lefty."

( helicopter whirrs )

( cheering )

CROWD ( chanting ):
Hova! Hova! Hova! Hova!

MAN ( over loudspeaker ):
Good night, everybody!
Peace and love! Get home safe!

MAN:
...up here at the Trump
International ask for me.

Boom.
You out of here now.

You said it's over,
I got you, nigga.

COMMON:
It was like a whole energy.

Like, I was just standing up
on the seats, man.

I ain't did that
since, like,

going to see, like,
Michael Jackson

and stuff like that, you know.

PUFFY:
And this is history right here.

Jay-Z in the Garden
all by himself.

He just sold out the shit
by himself in four minutes.

GHOSTFACE KILLAH:
Dear Jay,

why you leaving the game, baby?
Know what I'm saying?

You're supposed to stay here
and keep it thorough

and finish repping,
know what I mean?

It's done, it's a wrap.
The Garden is no more.

Modern day hip-hop, this is
what it's supposed to be,

a show like this, man.

Big, and the niggas feelin' it,
and it's real music.

Hope you had a great time.
I had a wonderful time.

I feel like I waited too long

for it to be over this fast,
though.

( laughs ):
For real.

I knew saying goodbye
was the right thing to do.

This goodbye began
like the long kiss.

Let me take y'all back
to the beginning...

( fun, simple beat playing )

...of the end, that is.

Anytime you goin' to
make an album,

especially if this is
your last album,

every single track
has to be a statement.

Like in your mind
you thinkin',

"I have to make
the perfect album."

That's what you think.

Anybody know me
know I'm dead serious.

Like I will sit there
drivin' myself crazy
till I find that right track.

( light, happy beat plays )

( funky, somber beat plays )
Yeah, yeah, yeah

( sultry beat plays )
Baby let me kiss ya

Who's the greatest?
I'm the greatest

Don't waste
my motherfucking time!

( grand, melancholy beat plays )
I lost my love in Babylon

Those niggas is depressed.
MAN: Yeah.

You got to get out
of the basement.

( songs changing rapidly )

All my life

( music stops )

( Jay-Z chuckles )

JAY-Z:
Only two things could get you
through this, man.

That's patience
and persistence.

It's not easy bro.

MAN ( over speakers ):
Are you not entertained?

Listen to a lot of bullshit
before you get to choose.

Is this not why you are here?

JAY-Z:
This right here
we call the magic moment.

Right now I'm thinking like,
you know,

"Where is this going?
What does this track say?"

You know, I look--
I look at music like a puzzle.

Like, I try to figure it out,

you know, figure out
what I'm gonna say on it.

Figure out the emotion of
the track, what it's saying.

Then I go through my rain man.

( grand, funky beat playing )

I can't explain it
to y'all, man. I just--

It comes out the air for me.
I start mumbling.

They say you put the right
artist with the right track
in the studio,

leave the door cracked
and let God in.

Never been a nigga this good
For this long

This hood or this pop
This hot or this strong

With so many different flows

This one's for this song
The next one I switch up

This one will get bit up

You fuck
You too lazy to make up shit

They crazy
They don't paint pictures

They just trace me
You know what?

Soon they forget where they
Pluck their whole style from

Then try to reverse the outcome
I'm like, "Tuhh"

I'm not a biter, I'm a writer
For myself and others

I say a B.I.G. verse, I'm only
Biggin' up my brother

Pickin' up my borough

I'm big enough to do it
I'm that thorough

Plus I know my own flow
Is foolish

So my rings and things
I sing about, bring 'em out

It's hard to yell
When them barrels in ya mouth

Humming--
Uh-oh.

It's almost time now, niggas!

FLEX:
Yeah, Hot 97, Funk Flex.
Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek.

FLEX:
Yeah.

Of course, the concert,
you know what it is.

Jay-Z is comin'
to the Garden.

Tickets go on sale Saturday.

This is very big deal, New York.

There hasn't been something
in the Garden in so long.

JAY-Z:
Madison Square Garden.

It's beautiful, and--
You know what, man?

When I was looking
once again at the Jumbotron,

it wasn't like an R&B concert,
and you're on it.

Or it wasn't
a Reggae concert or--

It's Jay Z, and I think this is
such a great thing, man.

It's nice to see you
at the Garden.

Yeah, from Marcy to
Madison Square, man.

You can believe it.

This isn't
the short Summer Jam joint.

This isn't the condensed show.

This is-- This is Jay-Z
all evening long.

Are you gonna do
the collabo

maybe with Beyoncé
that night?

That might happen.

'Cause you know where I'm going
now right, Jay?

That might hap--
( all chuckle )

Jay-Z has just
stopped looking at me.

( all laugh )

( dark, cool beat playing )

( indistinct chatter )

JAY-Z:
We in the Garden, nigga.

That may not be a big deal
for pop acts or rock acts,

they sell out the Garden
a couple nights in a row.

But for hip-hop, we wasn't even
allowed in the building.

MAN:
All passes only,
no one's getting in without 'em.

Allow me to keep it real.

The Gun is here, Bleek is here,
Freeway here,

and if Jay don't show up,

we gonna shut this shit down
even more.

( all laughing )

I'm the fucking king
of New York after tonight,

that's what the fuck
I'm thinking.

( people clamoring )

MAN:
The people with him
have to get frisked.

Huh?

MAN:
The policemen
have a problem upstairs.

You should have
your fucking credential anyway.

I do.
You ready?

MAN:
His lead security guy
is stuck down there,

but his name is on the list.

Can you find Ahmir for me?

Fucking long-ass walk, man.

Everybody gonna retire
like that.

BLEEK:
No, no, no, no, no.

Jay retiring 'cause
he's that fucking nigga.

Jay earned that
'cause he nice.

Don't get it twisted,
he worked hard. Don't say that.

Tell Ahmir I need a drop
on the last, um,

That last shit on "Song Cry"
with the L.L. shit.

Just tell him to come see me.
I need a drop.

( sweeping, mystical rock
playing )

They wanna do one more song.
You tell me.

You got four minutes.
You got it.

Whatever we gotta do,
let's do it now.
Picture?

No, we gotta all get a picture
'cause I have to really go.

I love y'all.
Thank y'all for coming.

You got it crazy downstairs.

It's like Saddam Hussein
trying to get up in this joint.

Damn.

MAN:
Tickets in your hand, please.

Yeah, boy.

Gotta get in my zone, now.
There'll be no talking.

I'm gonna go in,
I'm gonna think,

and I'm gonna envision myself
tearing this down.

That's how you do it.
You gotta envision it first.

?UESTLOVE:
He's back there,
just being calm.

You just gotta--
It's another day.

He said, "Treat it like
it's Boston. It's Boston."

( people cheering )

( bell rings )

Llllll...

ladies and gentlemen...

...tonight...

we come to Madison Square
Garden, New York City,

to see and hear
a legendary superstar.

From Marcy Projects, Bed-Stuy,
Brooklyn, New York,

presenting...the one, the only,

undisputed, undefeated,

heavyweight champion
of the world of hip-hop.

He is...

Jayyyyyyyyyyyy

Z!

Never been a nigga this good
For this long

This hood or this pop
This hot or this strong

With so many different flows

This ones for this song
The next one I switch it up

This one will get bit up
Get fucked

Too lazy to make up shit

They crazy
They don't paint pictures

They just trace me
You know what?

Soon they forget where they
Pluck their whole style from

They try to
Reverse the outcome

I'm like, "Tuhh"

I'm not a biter I'm a writer
For myself and others

I say a B.I.G. verse
I'm only biggin' up my brother

Pickin' up my borough

I'm big enough to do it
I'm that thorough

Plus I know my own flow
Is foolish

So the rings and things
You sing about, bring 'em out

It's hard to yell when them
barrels in ya mouth humming

New sneakers, two-seaters
A few divas

What more can I tell you
Let me spell it for you

W-I-double-L-I-E

Nobody truer than H.O.V.

And I'm back for more
New York's ambassador

Prime minister back
To finish my business up

CHORUS:
What more can I say?

Put your motherfucking hands up!

CHORUS:
What more can I do?

Put your motherfuckin' hands up!

CHORUS:
I give this up to you

Put your motherfuckin' hands up!

CHORUS:
I know this much is true
True

Holla! Oh, yeah, baby!

What more can I say, New York?

I done said it all.

Done it all.

Let's go!

What more can I say?

Now you know your ass is Willie
When they got you in the mag

For like half of Philly
And your ass ain't lily-white

That mean that shit you write
Must be illy

Either that or
Your flow is silly

It's both
I don't mean to boast

But damn if I don't brag

Crackers gonna act like
I ain't on they ass

The Martha Stewart
That's far from Jewish

Far from a Harvard student
Just had the balls to do it

And, no, I'm not through with it
In fact I'm just previewin' it

This ain't the show
I'm just EQin' it

One-two
And I won't stop abusin' it

To groupie girls
Stop false-accusin' it

Back to the music
The Maybach roof
Is translucent

Niggas got a problem, Houston

What up, B?
They can't shut up me

Shut down I, not even P.E.
I'm-a ride

God forgive me
For my brash delivery

But I remember vividly
What these streets did to me

So picture me lettin'
These clowns nitpick at me

Paint me like a pickany

I will literally kiss T.T.
On the forehead

Tell her please forgive me then
Squeeze until you full o' head

I'm not the one
To score points off, in fact

I gotta joint
That'll knock your points off

Young, Hova The God
Nigga blasphemy

I'm at the Trump International
Ask for me

I ain't never scared

I'm everywhere
You ain't never there

Nigga, why would I ever care?

Pound for pound I'm the best
To ever come around here

Excludin' nobody
Look what I embody

The soul of a hustler
I really ran the street

A C.E.O.'s mind
That marketing plan was me

And, no, I ain't get shot up
A whole bunch of times

Or make up shit
In a whole bunch of lines

And I ain't animated
Like, say, a Busta Rhymes

But the real shit you get
When you bust down my lines

Add that to the fact
I went plat a bunch of times

Times that by my influence
On pop culture

I'm supposed to be number one
On everybody list

We'll see what happens
When I no longer exist

( Public Service Announcement
(Interlude) playing )

I'm-a keep
my motherfuckin' jacket on.

MAN ( over loudspeaker ):
Fellow Americans, it is with
the utmost pride and sincerity

that I present this recording
as a living testament

and recollection of history
in the making

I see you, homey.
during our generation.

Allow me to
Re-introduce myself

My name is Hov, oh

H-to-the-O-V

I used to move snowflakes
By the O-Z

I guess even back then
You can call me

C.E.O. of the R-O-C, Hov

Fresh out the fryin' pan
Into the fire

I be the music-biz
Number one supplier

Flyer than a piece of paper
Bearin' my name

Got the hottest chick
In the game wearin' my chain

That's right Hov, oh
Not D.O.C.

But similar to them letters
"No One Can Do it Better"

I check cheddar
Like a food inspector

My homey Strict told me
"Dude, finish your breakfast"

So that's what I'm-a do
Take you back to the dude

With the Lexus, fast-forward
The jewels on the neck

Let me tell you dudes
What I do to protect this

I shoot at you actors
Like movie directors

Motherfucker.

( crowd cheering )

( pensive, dreamy melody
playing )

Hey, I put together a special
evening for y'all tonight.

I brought you out
some different shit.

I want y'all to see
how far we can take it

as hip-hop artists and shit.

I opened back up this Madison
Square Garden for hip-hop.

Tonight is a charity night.

I'm still going to
have a lot of fun though.

Y'all leave this motherfucker
and do your job.

I'm-a do my job.

Tonight I brought y'all...

with myself, ?uestlove
and the Illadelphonics.

Me, mylf...

...I go by a couple names.

Sometimes they call me Jigga,

sometimes they call me
Jigga Man.

Sometimes they call me Ho,

the one.

For tonight I'll be...

WOMAN:
H to the izz-O

V to the izz-A

One more time for 'em,
one more time.

WOMAN:
H to the izz-O

V to the izz-A

Sounds so beautiful,
don't you agree?

WOMAN:
H to the izz-O

I'm glad everybody could be here
with me tonight.

Y'all could have been
anywhere in the world.

But y'all at the Garden.

Let's get it, Pac.

Two, three, four!

H to the izz-O
V to the izz-A

Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to
Dribble down in VA

Was hurtin' em in the home
O' the Terrapins
Got it dirt-cheap for them

Plus if they was short wit'
Cheese I would work wit' 'em

Brought in weed
Got rid of that dirt for 'em

Wasn't born hustlers
I was birthin' 'em

H to the izz-O
V to the izz-A

Fo' sheezy my neezy
Keep my arms so greasy

Can't leave rap alone
The game needs me

Haters want me clapped
And chromed, it ain't easy

Cops wanna knock me,
D.A. wanna box me in

But somehow
I beat them charges like Rocky

H to the izz-O
V to the izz-A

I'm not guilty
He who does not feel me

Is not real to me
Therefore he doesn't exist

So poof!

CROWD:
Vamoose, son of a bitch!

H to the izz-O
V to the izz-A

Fo' shizzle my nizzle
Used to dribble down in VA

H to the izz-O
V to the izz-A

That's the anthem
Get your damn hands up

H to the izz-O
V to the izz-A

Not guilty
Y'all got to feel me

H to the izz-O
V to the izz-A

Let's take it out west.
( beat becomes cool, smooth )

I do this for my culture
To let 'em know

What a nigga look like
When a nigga in a roaster

Show 'em how to move
In a room full 'o vultures

Industry shady
It need to be taken over

Label owners hate me
I'm raisin' the status quo up

I'm overchargin' niggas for what
They did to the Cold Crush

Pay us like you owe us for all
The years that you hold us

We can talk, but money talks
Let's talk mo' bucks

H to the izz-O
V to the izz-A

Fo' shizzle my nizzle
Used to dribble down in VA

H to the izz-O
V to the izz-A

That's the anthem
Get ya damn hands up

H, izz-O
V, izz-A

Not guilty y'all got to feel me

H, izz-O
V, izz-A

That's the anthem
Get ya damn hands up!

JAY-Z:
Like I said, when you're making
your last album,

you know, you want everything
to be perfect.

In order for everything
to be perfect,

everybody has to be focused.

You don't know how hard it is
to get everybody

on the same page,
at the same time,

for one thing.

What's up?

We have a meeting in the studio,
and you stop the music?

Don't ever stop the music.

Take that shit to the hallway,
to the office, anywhere.

Don't ever,
never stop the music.

That's what pay the bills.
We can't stop the music

We ain't got nothing
to meet about

if we don't have the music.

You know what I'm saying or
what? Don't ever stop the music.

I didn't know I was
interfering with the music.

Yeah, this nigga's
already crazy,

unfocused,
video-gamed-out.

I wake up in the morning,
I see this nigga on the rap...

with a truck switch,
four video games in it.

He's going around
lookin' for old Atari games.

Like, that's how
he spends his day.

You can't--
I was just set up
for the shoot, man.

I had to like--

JAY-Z:
I seen all the ones
you had.

You had ColecoVision
and all that shit.

Yeah,
but I brought all that--

So that wasn't for the shoot.
You been at that shit.

Everything that you say

out of your mouth.

"Yo, I just motherfuckin'
need these to--

support my video-game habit."

I was like, "Carleen, get this
nigga on the phone right now."

That's why I call you so early.

'Cause I thought about that
statement for a minute,

and I looked at the date
and it was the 15th,

and we ain't
make one record together.

PHARRELL:
But he's gonna play dirty, yo.

He's not gonna do shit
until you done with everybody.

JAY-Z:
If it's done,

and it's hot...

...he just ain't gonna
make it.

GURU:
That's not
gonna happen.

He knows that.

You know that, right?

I'm on my last album, right?

We inside here. I'm not--
This ain't the media.

Y'all think--
I'm not even playing.

PHARRELL:
I can't wait for y'all
to hear my new shit.

I just want to hear
what y'all think.

Tell me what you think.

( hard drumbeat playing )

JAY-Z:
Beats don't just come out,
like, done. There's a idea.

( playing symphonic
orchestration )

( playing synthesized melody )

There's a execution
of that idea.

Hopefully, you don't just lose
everything in the execution.

And you've got collaboration.

You know what I need, I need
that bounce:
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

They call me
Oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

PHARRELL: Get busy, y'all.
Call me: Oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

They call me
Oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Get busy, y'all.

( tape rewinds )

( wild, festive melody plays )

JAY-Z:
But by far for me, the most
important thing is inspiration.

As an artist if you ain't
inspired to work,

then you start thinking.

Once you start thinking,
you start forcing music.

It's never good.

PHARRELL:
Lay them back
in the corner for me.

( Jay-Z chuckles )

Nigga said,
"Don't bring no beats."

And I got some shit
on the bus too.

( heavy drumbeat playing )

JAY-Z:
I think just as important as
knowing when something is hot

and knowing that,
you know, this is the one,

is knowing when it's not.

You know, that one right there
is very limited.

BLAZE:
I really like this, though.

It's just the hook.

Yeah.

All right.

I hate when he does that.

WOMAN:
Yo, it's your girls, Nia
Chillin' with Jay-Z

Believe that inside
They know they calling me

It's easy to gain, forget about
Bringin' the same old shit

Forget about doing
The same old thing

Forget about the poor girl
That sings

New things, new rap
Make all those heels snap

Cool it, unless it's music
Then keep your cool

Cause Jay-Z will flip
And act the fool

Ha-ha,
you know it.

( cheering )

JAY-Z:
I need Memph Bleek for this one.

MEMPHIS BLEEK:
Okay, okay.

Check.

JAY-Z:
You take that side.

I'm gonna take this side.

Everybody on this side,
y'all say, "Nigga, what?"

MEMPHIS:
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Y'all say, "Nigga, who?"

BOTH: One, two, three
CROWD: Nigga, what?

Fuck with me
CROWD: Nigga, who?

J to the Z
Nigga, what?

Fuck with me
Nigga, who?

J to the Z
Nigga, what?

Fuck with me
Nigga, who?

J to the Z
Nigga, what?

Fuck with me

Motherfuckers wanna act loco

Hit 'em up
Numerous shots with the .44

Faggots wanna talk to po-pos
Smoke 'em like cocoa

Fuck rap
Coke by the boatload

Fuck dat, on the run-by
Gun high, one eye closed

Left holes through
Some guy clothes

Stop your bullshittin'
Glock with the full clip

Motherfuckers better duck
When the fool spit

One shot could make
A nigga do a full flip

See the nigga layin' shocked
When the fool hit

Hey, ma, how you?
Know niggas wanna buy you

But see me, I wanna fuck
For free
Like Akinyele

Take this ride, make you
Feel it inside
Your belly

If it's tight
Get the K-Y Jelly

All night get you
Wide up inside the telly

Side to side, till you say
"Jay-Z, you too much for me"

Nigga, what?
Fuck with me

Nigga, who?
J to the Z

What?
Fuck the me

Who?
J to the Z

What?
Fuck with me

Who?
J to the Z

What?
Fuck with me

MEMPHIS:
Yeah.

Got a condo with nothin'
But condoms in it

The same place
Where the rhymes is invented

So all I do is rap and sex
Imagine how I stroke

See how I was flowin'
On my last cassette?

Rapid-fire
Like I'm blastin' a Tec

Never jam though, never get high
Never run out of ammo

Niggas hatin' 'n' shit
'Cause I slayed your bitch

You know your favorite
I know it made you sick

And now you're actin' raw
But you never had war

Don't know how to carry
Yo' ho
Wanna marry yo' ho

Now she's mad at me
'Cause Your Majesty

Just happened to be pimp
What a tragedy

She wanted us to end
'Cause I fucked with friends

She gave me one more chance
And I fucked her again

I seen her tears
As she busted in, I said

"Shit, there's a draft
Shut the door, bitch
And come on in"

What?
Fuck with me

Who?
J to the Z

What?
Fuck the me

Who?
J to the Z

What?
Fuck with me

Who?
J to the Z

What?
Fuck with me

Got a vendetta
Even though I been better

Left him in the cold
With a thin sweater

Rap niggas on Prozac
Get the bozack

Nigga threw two at me
Threw fo' back

Hold that
Let the dough stack

Way before B.I.G. had gold Ac
Dame had the Lex black

Motherfuckers wanna test that
Stress that

And right where you're stressed
Where you rest at

I suggest that, niggas invest
In a vest

When I come through
With the Glock jet-black

You niggas step back
I'm the best at

You know I ain't
No apprentice to this

Me and my niggas
We invented the shit

I came into the business
With this, the Originator

None greater
?uestlove drop that shit

( beat becomes
slower and funkier )

Madison Square Garden,

are y'all havin'
a good time tonight?

( cheering )

Y'all makin'
a lot of noise.

Is Jersey in this motherfucker
tonight?

( cheering )

JAY-Z:
What's up, Dirty Jersey?

Is the Bronx in
this motherfucker tonight?

( cheering )

Is Queens
in this motherfucker tonight?

( cheering )

Is Manhattan in
this motherfucker tonight?

( cheering )

Is Brooklyn in this motherfucker
tonight?

( cheering )

Hold on, ?uest,
hold on, ?uest, hold on, ?uest.

Hold on one second.

Let's keep 'em bouncin', Jus.

( Jay-Z's "Big Pimpin'"
playing )

BOTH:
G-g-g-g-g-g'yeah

Bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce

G-g-g-g-g-g'yeah

Bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Y'all know these words.
Help me out.

G-g-g'yeah, you know I...

CROWD:
Thug 'em, fuck 'em
Love 'em, leave 'em

'Cause I don't
Fuckin' need 'em

Take 'em out the hood,
Keep 'em lookin' good

But I don't fuckin' feed 'em

First time they fuss
I'm breezin'

Talkin' 'bout,
"What's the reason?"

I'm a pimp in every sense
Of the word, bitch

Better trust and believe 'em
In the cut where I keep 'em

Till I need--
Till I need--

It's beep-beep and
I'm pickin' 'em up

Let 'em play with the dick
In the truck

Many chicks wanna put
Jigga's fist in cuffs

Divorce him and
Split his bucks

Just because you got good head
I'm-a break bread

So you can be livin' it up?

Shit, I parts with nothin'
Y'all be frontin'

Me give my heart to a woman?

Not for nothin, never happen
I'll be forever mackin'

Heart cold as assassins
I got no passion

I got no patience
And I hate waitin'

Get yo' ass in
And let's...

CROWD:
Ri-i-i-i-ide

G-g-g-g-g-g'yeah
Let's...

Ri-i-i-i-ide

G-g-g-g-g-g'yeah
Let's...

Ri-i-i-i-i-ide

G-g-g-g-g-g'yeah
Let's...

Ri-i-i-i-i-ide

What we doin', y'all?
We doin'...

CROWD: Big pimpin'
Spendin' cheese

We doin'...
Big pimpin'

...on B.L.A.D.s, we doin'...
Big pimpin'

...up in N.Y.C.

It's just that Jigga Man
B-Sigel, Memphis Bleek

We doing...
Big pimpin'

...spendin' cheese

We doin'...
Big pimpin'

...on B.L.A.D.s
We doing...

Big pimpin'
Up in N.Y.C.

It's just that Jigga Man,
B-Sigel, Memphis Bleek

Everybody bounce.

MAN ( over speakers ):
Get down on the floor
On the floor

Real pimps get down on floor
On the floor

Real pimps get down on floor
On the floor

Real pimps get down on floor

On a canopy my stamina be enough
For Pamela Anderson Lee

MTV jam of the week

Made more money too long
For gambling with me

But I'm still sittin' on blades
Gettin' all paid

Standin' on the corner
Of my block hustlin'

Gettin' all paged
Remember what I paid?

Gettin' it right
Through Customs

It'll sell by tonight
It's extra white

G'yeah!
I got so many grams

If the man find out
It'll land me in jail for life

But I'm still
Big pimpin' spendin' cheese

With B.U.N. B, Pimp C
and Timothy

We got chicks in the back
Of the truck, laughin' it up

Jigga Man, that's what's up

Big pimpin', spendin' cheese
And we be...

CROWD:
Big pimpin'

On B.L.A.D.s
And we been...

Big pimpin'
...up in N.Y.C.

It's just that Jigga Man,
B-Sigel, Memphis Bleek

We doin'...
Big pimpin'

Spendin' cheese, we doin'...
Big pimpin'

On B.L.A.D.s
We doin'...

Big pimpin'

...up in N.Y.C.

It's just that Jigga Man,
B-Sigel, Memphis Bleek

Everybody bounce, bounce

G-g'yeah, g-g'yeah
Bounce, bounce

G-g'yeah, yeah-yeah
Bounce, bounce

G-g'yeah, yeah-yeah

JAY-Z:
Oh, I love it.

Y'all motherfuckers
crazy tonight.

Everybody in this building,
make some noise!

( screaming )

( airplane soaring )

Thanks a lot, Carleen.

We're just sitting here
patiently waiting

for Jigga Man, Hov, Jay-Z,
whatever his name is.

All right.

That was Carleen.
Jay's running an hour late.

You know how superstars
be on their bullshit.

JAY-Z:
My feeling is,

whenever inspirational find
you, you have to find it.

And luckily for me, I've been
in this business a minute.

I know a couple people,

and some of them are just
permanently inspired.

Play me something, man.

Mm-mm,
you play me something.

I know where I'm going.

Huh?
You play me something.

Do something.

Ah, man, why do we
go through this
every freaking time?

Yeah, what?

I ain't-- Go ahead.
It's cool.

I ain't got nothing.

( laughing )

Un-tuck the hot then, man.

Follow me on this.
Follow me.

All right.
Run the marathon with me.

Ah, man.

( discordant, mystical beat
playing )

There, you confused?

What?

You confused?

No, motherfucker.

Yeah, right. You know.

( frenzied, electric beat
playing )

Could that bounce?

Yeah, it'll bounce
and anything.

He gettin' cold, man.

That don't bounce, nigga.

You ain't got no bounce,
nigga.

The bounce coming up.

( wild, pounding beat playing )

That ain't
feelin' right.

Like this, baby.

( "Dirt Off Your Shoulder"
Instrumental playing )

Oh, man.

Mmm!
Yeah!

All right, you take your pick.

( laughter )

I'm like Rick Flair.

You ever seen
that wrestler before?

( laughter )

I'm the best there is.

You got that?

This is on the fly, man.

I'm-a fuck up a lot.
It's all in memory.

I think he's the greatest,
you know what I'm saying?

A person who can do
about 30 raps

in his head and don't forget
any one of them. It's ingenious.

Uh-huh.

( "Dirt Off Your Shoulder"
playing )

Get that
Dirt off your shoulder

Get that
Dirt off your shoulders

Sushi, L.A. uzi, I'm ballin'

God is calling in the number
Nigga, summer after summer

I murdered
Everything that moved

Whether it was Outkast ass
Or Houston screwed

I'm a dude
Livin' like a pimp, nigga

One more time.

I drop that Black Album
Then I back out it

As the best rapper alive
Nigga axe about me

From freaks with Billboard
From grams and GRAMMYs

The Os to opposite
Orphan Annie

You gotta pardon Jay

For selling out the Garden
In a day

I'm like a young Marvin
In his hey

I'm a hustler-homey
You a customer-crony

Got some dirt on my shoulder
Could you brush it off for me?

Feelin' like a pimp
( music stops )

Yeah, nigga!

All rappers--

Every rapper that's out--
Every rapper that's out,

that're supposed to be
so called "hot,"

will be...terminated.

Know what I'm saying?
When this come out-- "Oh, God."

That's how you end
a motherfuckin' song, nigga.

Yeah!

( "Dirt Off Your Shoulder"
playing )

That's how you end a song,
right?

JAY-Z:
How many people in this building
from the 'hood?

We ain't gonna stop.

Gimme somethin' for everybody
from the 'hood, yo.

( "Hard Knock Life" playing )

Let's all be doing this,
left to right.

Everybody in the buildin'.
You had a hard-knock life.

I need y'all to sing.

CROWD:
It's the hard-knock life
For us

It's the hard-knock life
For us

'Steada treated
We get tricked

'Steada kisses
We get kicked

JAY-Z: Goddamn.
It's the hard-knock life

From standin' on the corners
Boppin'

To drivin' some of
The hottest cars
New York has ever seen

For droppin' some of
The hottest verses
Rap has ever heard

From the dope spot
With the smoke Glock
Fleein' the murder scene

You know me well from
Nightmares of a lonely cell

My only hell

But since when
Y'all niggas know me to fail?

Fuck nah, where all my niggas
with the rubber grips?

Bust shots

And if you with me mama
Rub on ya tits

And what not

I'm from
The school of the hard knocks

We must not let
Outsiders violate our blocks

And my plot

Let's stick up the world
And split it 50/50, uh-huh

Let's take that dough
And stay real jiggy, uh-huh

And sip the Cris'
And get pissy pissy

Flow infinitely like the memory
Of my nigga Biggie

CROWD:
Baby!

( Notorious B.I.G.'s "Hypnotize"
playing )

Yeah, man, when I say "B-I"
Y'all say "G"

B-I
CROWD: G

B-I
CROWD: G

When I say "R-I"
Y'all say "P"

R-I
CROWD: P

R-I
CROWD: P

Put the peace sign up
for the homey Biggie Smalls.

( cheering )

Keep your peace sign up
for Big Pun.

For Left Eye.

For Jam Master Jay.

For Big L.

Take your twos and make
an A for Aaliyah

one time tonight, y'all.

And put your twos in the air
for Tupac Shakur.

Y'all know how we do this.

Man, we gonna let 'em know
they're gone,

they'll never be forgotten.

We gonna vi' with them.

I want everybody to feel this
in this building right now.

Gimme something.

( Tupac's "Hail Mary" playing )

TUPAC:
Makaveli in this

Killuminati
All through your body

The blows like
A 12-gauge shotty

Feel me

JAY-Z:
I need to hear y'all

I need to feel y'all
in my soul.

Follow me

Eat my flesh
Flesh of my flesh

Jay-Z:
Let me hear y'all.

CROWD:
Come with me

Hail Mary
Run quick see

What do we have here now

Do you wanna ride or die

La da da da
La la la la

( Tupac's
"Ambitionz As a Ridah" playing )

TUPAC:
I won't deny it
I'm a straight ridah

You don't wanna
Fuck with me

Got the police
Bustin' at me

But they can't do nothin'
To a G

MAN:
Let's get ready to rumble!

I won't deny it

CROWD:
I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me

I got the police...
CROWD: Bustin' at me

But they...
CROWD: Can't do nothin' to a G

Put your twos
back in the air.

We ain't done.

( cheering )

Gimme somethin' else, Jus.

( Notorious B.I.G.'s "Mo' Money,
Mo' Problems" playing )

JAY-Z:
Yes! Yes!

Yes! Yes!

What's your name? B-I-G...
CROWD: P-O-P-P-A

No info for the DEA

Federal agents mad
'Cause I'm flagrant

Tap my cell
And the phone in the basement

My team supreme
Stay clean

Triple-beam lyrical dream
I be that

Cat you see
At all events bent

Gats in holsters
Girls on shoulders

Playboy, I told ya
Bein' mice to me

Bruise too much
I lose too much

Step on stage
The girls boo too much

I guess it's 'cause you run
With lame dudes too much

Me lose my touch?
Never that

If I did, ain't no problem
To get the gat

Where the true players at?

Throw your roadies in the sky
Wave 'em side to side

Hold up, hold up!
Hold the fuck up.

( cheering )

Put your twos
back in the air.

Goddamn.

Yeah, boy!

Of course, the only way
we can continue in hip-hop

is we pay respect
to the past.

So I had to pay respect
to the past so I could

continue on to the future.

Can I introduce
y'all to my future,

Roc-A-Fella Records.

Gimme somethin', Jus!

( "You, Me, Him and Her"
playing )

Jay-Z:
Oh.

MEMPHIS BLEEK:
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

JAY-Z:
Memphis Bleek, get back
out here, nigga.

MEMPHIS BLEEK:
You know. Whoo, whoo, whoo!

Beanie Sigel,
get the fuck out.

Def.
MEMPHIS BLEEK: Yes!

JAY-Z:
Yeah, yeah.

Dynasty.

Jigga man
What?

Mo better
What?

Mo' cheddar

Foes knock the man
Off your Polo sweater

Roll with the R-O-C
Hey, fella

Remember me?
The teachers used to fail us

Now it's mo' scrilla

And...
Ho-killers

And...
Fo' wheelers

We gorillas

Oh, please feel us

We heat holders fightin'

Listen, boy
Roy Jones couldn't still us

The plot thickens

And...
The block clickin'

And...
We got the game
Tied up, stop trippin'

Jigga Man
Huh?

Sigel, Sigel, y'all
Yo

Memph Bleek
Yeah!

A million
Y'all

Cat be him, El Capitan

The fire I spit
Burn down Happyland

Nigga, social club
We unapproachable

Thugs non-social

We're...
Gone postal

Yeah
Great aim

Harm the arm close
To your toast

Like a Don's supposed to
Shawn

I thought I told you
These ain't just vocals

Don't make me take it
To the old school

I put holes
Through your ho's too

Through your clothes
To the foes

To the nigga close to you,
Fuck it

Jigga Man
Huh?

Sigel, Sigel
Y'all

Memph Bleek
What's up?

A million

Y'all dudes don't get it
Come wit' it

Fifth loaded with slugs
That'll rest in your fitted

Yo, it's M dot E-M
The Roc be them

We got the mommies sayin'
"Look, who can stop me then?"

You wanna press your dumb luck
Get blam blammed up

I crush your larynx
You talk 'bout us, nigga

No obituaries
Yeah

I get it critical
Uh

You know that Memph'll hit
The pall bearer liftin' you

When I cock the plastic
Make 'em drop the casket

When it's hot, I'm blastin'
It's the Roc, you bastards

Jigga Man
Huh?

Memph Bleek
That's right

Sigel, Sigel
Come on

A million
Shawn

Spit acid
Come on

Come on
With your bullshit smash hit

Get your bullshit
Smashed in

Dumb niggas wanna front
And get jumped

Bet the Luger give his
Right side a nice-sized lump

( chuckles )
Oh, man.

VOICE ( over walkie-talkie ):
315, stay in line.

Wanna make sure
I don't bump into it.

We 'bout to show.
I got you.

We 'bout to shut
this shit down, man...early.

You know how we do.

Yeah, we're the R-O-C-dot
A-dot-Fellas

Bitches don't talk to me
The ho's, they e-mail us

Nigga, Jigga Man
That's me

Memph Bleek
That's him

A million
Yeah

Sigel, Sigel

R-O-C stop

From tower to mind pop
I move out, stop

Shower your mind block
Move out with Glocks

Raw to the cook, look
Move out them blocks

Take it to the bucks
Who be grindin' it up

I usually take it to the dubs
Or they diamond it up

Competition
Linin' 'em up

Forty-five ACP, let me squeeze
Lime 'em up

You want, drama, what?
Well, silence it up
What?

Since a young buck
What?

Violent as fuck

Wettin' me, dog
The high will do it

I used to wild off
Embalmin' fluid

I send niggas to the...
Trauma unit

Forty-five
Or the 9'll do it

Fuck around and
Have your mom go through it

CROWD: I'm a beast.
Shit

Niggas always
Wanna use shit

Then they wanna cease shit

When they motherfuckin'
Peeps hit

I don't cease nothin'
I decease somethin'

Fuck around and have you
Sleepin' underneath somethin'

Jigga Man
That's him

Memph Bleek
What up?

Sigel, Sigel
He back

A million gone

( crowd cheering )

The Garden.

Yeah, Memphis.

What's up?

Let's get it popping.

( Freeway's "What We Do"
playing )

Ohhhh.

Noooo.

WOMAN ( over speakers ):
Even though
What we do is wrong

We still hustlin'
Till the sun come up

Crack a 40
When the sun go down

It's a cold winter and y'all
Niggas better bundle up

And I bet it be
A hotter summer, grab a onion

Yes, the Roc gets down
You hot, now listen up

Don't you know cops sole purpose
Is to lock us down?

And throw away the key
But without this drug shit

Your kids ain't got
No way to eat, huh?

Huh, we still try
To keep Mom smilin'

'Cause when
The teeth start showin'

And the stomach starts growlin'
Then the heat starts flowin'

If you from the 'hood
I know you feel me, keep goin'

If a sneak start leanin'
And the heat stop workin'

Then my heat start workin'
I'm-a rob me a person

And catch a nigga sleeping
While he out in the open

And I'm-a get him

I'm-a get him
Keep going, Free!

We gotta raise our kids
While we livin'

Make a million off my record
Bail my niggas out of prison

Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus
Just my boys in the squadder

Nigga talk reckless then
I hit him with the Smith

What?
But I'm never snitchin'
I'm-a rider

If my kids hungry, snatch
The dishes out your kitchen

I pick wallets till they
Pick me out the lineup, up, up

Keep going, Free!

We keep the 9s tucked
Chopped dimes up

Rap about it
Well, I'll fuck niggas up

Laugh about it

I'm not trying
To visit the morgue

But Freeway move out
Till I sit with the Lord

Till I get my shit together
Clean up my sins

Freeway got it in
Like 10 in the morning

And I can get it to ya like
10 while you yawning, man

Keep going, Free!

Check,
Still deliver the order, man

And I ain't talkin' 'bout
Chicken and gravy, man

I'm talking 'bout bricks of yayo
Halves and quarters

Four-and-a-half halves of hash
You do the math

Swing past us
Scoop up your daughter

She wanna roll wit' a thug
That rap, you do the math

He won't blast
Till my stacks in order, man

Man
Man

Let me get 'em, Free.

Hov, never slackin', man
Zippin' in the black Range

Faster than the red ghost
Gettin' ghost wit' Pac-Man

One-time know a got a knack
To get that change

Leader of the black gang
R.O.C., man

Bang like T-Mac
Ski-mask, air it out

Got to kill witnesses
Free beard's stickin' out

Y'all don't want no witness shit
We squeeze hammers, man

Bullets breeze by you
Like Louisiana, man

But I got to feed Tianna, man

So I move keys, you can
Call me the piano man

Rain, sleet
Hail, snowman

Slang dough, E, hydro, man

Yo, B. Si' in the third lane

( Beanie Sigel's
"Roc The Mic" playing )

Yup!

FREEWAY:
Bounce

MEMPHIS BLEEK: Ho!
FREEWAY: Bounce

MEMPHIS: Go!
FREEWAY: Bounce

Go get 'em, gang
Go get 'em, gang

The fuckin' floor's shaking,
man.

MAN:
I know. It's crazy.

I thought-- I thought
I was getting dizzy and shit.

I thought I ain't smoking weed
and shit.

It's B. Si'
In the place to be seen

And I got what it takes
to rock the mic right, yeah

Still watch what you say
To me, prick

'Cause I got what it takes
To dump the AK clip

All of y'all need to...
CROWD: Run yo'self

Go get the burner, nigga
CROWD: Bang yo'self

All of y'all need to...
CROWD: Run yo'self

Go get the burner, nigga
CROWD: Bang yo'self

Holler.

( crowd cheers )

Ya ain't going
to get tired on me, right.

Are y'all tired
out there?

CROWD:
No!

Okay, I'm just checking
with y'all.

I'm gonna check with y'all
three more times.

Yo, Bleek.

What's up?

We're gonna need you
on this one.
Okay.

It's for the ladies
right here.

That's what I'm for.

JAY-Z:
It's for the ladies
right here.

G'yeah.

Hold on.
Let me look.

Okay.

Question:

FEMALE VOICE:
Is that yo chick?

( Memphis Bleek's
"Is That Yo Chick?" playing )

Oh, oh, oh
Jigga man

Oh, oh, oh
Big man

R-O-C
Yeah, yeah

R-O-C
Missy

R-O-C
Yeah, yeah

Oh, is that yo' chick?
Why she all in his six?

With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips

Is that yo' chick?
Why she all in his ride?

With her hand on his thighs
Keep looking in his eyes

Is that yo' chick?
Tell her to chill

Why y'all in his grill?
Don't you know that man kill?

Raising him, keep praising him
That's Bleek and them, freak

Don't get mad at me
Don't love, I fuck 'em

Don't chase, I duck 'em
Replace 'em

See, she keep callin' me B.I.G.
And my name is Jay-Z

She was all on my dick
Slowly taking over your shit

Coming over your shit
Got feet upon your sofa, man

I need a hostess
For my open hand

You comin' home to dishes
And empty soda cans

Got your bitch in my Rover, man
Never kiss her, hold her hand

In fact, I diss her
I'm a bolder man

I'm-a pimp her
It's over, man

When I twist her
In a gold sedan

Like I'm Goldie, man
You've been chosen, man

Jigga Man, iceberg
With the frozen hands

Well, they resurrected
Rosy, man

Is that yo' chick
Why she all in his six?

With hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips

Is that yo' chick?
Why she all in his ride?

Hand on his thighs
Looking in his eyes

Is that yo' chick?
Better tell her to chill

Why you all in his grill
Don't you know that man kill?

Is that yo' bitch, 'cause
That's Bleek and them, freak

( crowd cheering )

JAY-Z:
Let's slow it down for 'em.
Come on.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Wait, wait, wait.

Okay, let's slow it.

Let's slow it all
the way down for 'em.

Let's slow it down.

Got Jigga and Twista
Got 'em screaming

Like a demon
Fiendin' for the semen

Chrome gleamin'
Like the dome off Keenan

Gone while I'm leanin', smoking
I'll whip it in the stomach

Yo' bitch on the passenger side
Of me, flashing yo' money

Why you acting funny? You know
she flirtin' when you working

Behind the curtain
Knuckles jerking for certain

Poppin' that pussy
Sweatin' till no fluid is left

When I party with J
We gonna do it to death

You ruin your rep
Trippin', we pimpin' heifers

Playa lectures got me shining
Like a new Gator stepper

Must've been mad when yo' ho
Put my stuff in the dash

Bust in her ass
To climax I come up with a nab

Niggas rushing, coming
'Cause of status and props

Suckin', fuckin', lovin' it when
I put that dick inside her

Oh, is that your bitch?

( cheering )

JAY-Z:
Make some noise for
Missy Elliot and Twista

one time tonight, y'all.

( airplane soaring )

( cars honking )

( slow, fun beat playing )

JAY-Z:
Old school hip-hop,

they say that's when
it was at its best.

Then they call it
the golden years.

I know that's when
I fell in love with it.

Since this album
is gonna be autobiographical,

I had to go to
one of the few people

that could recapture
that feeling I had

when I was a kid.

I got so much troubles
On my mind

Refuse to lose
My nephews need new shoes

Plus they chew food like it's
Goin' out of style, so blow

Take that, nigga, four-way rap
I'm always strapped

Like my gears right here

Under the belt
With one in the head, nigga

Nothin' to help
By running with the Feds

Anybody killa for
Anybody's shred up

Anybody out there
Know any body real, though?

Any amount of hunger
Make any nigga a dealer

That's why, in the hood
They fill us

How I walk around with a gun
'Cause this is style

I'm walking around with one
'Cause I ain't trying
To miss my child

Till my unborn son is grown
I try to be around

Till then listen to the sound
Blahhh

That's incredible.

JAY-Z:
My man, thank you.

That's incredible.

You may have to rewrite
the third verse after this

'cause you just took it...

The whole song just
went like this.

( piano playing elegant melody )

JAY-Z:
Rick ain't normal,
I don't give a fuck.

I know all producers
have their idiosyncrasies,

meaning, you know,
quirks, weird shit.

But he's just strange
by strange standards.

While we was downstairs doing
hardcore rap records and shit,

upstairs he had a bunch
of people having koala leaves

and doing some type of
Tibetan-freedom
concert planning.

( laughing )

When was the last time you seen
a bison in a nigga's studio?

Next to the Johnny Cash reels.
Yeah.

Yo, this nigga had a Grammy--
I told you?

Nuh-uh.

I was upstairs with the guy,
and behind the shitter,

he had Grammy for Best Producer
of a Country Album.

Who, him?

He's--
It's just chilling.

In the back somewhere.

Nigga did that L.L.,

Johnny Cash,

Beastie Boys.

Over 20 years into his career,
dude ain't changed,

he got his own vibe.

You guys is late
I had eight songs already.

I'm just playin'.

Hey, start this one. Don't--
Um, just pull back.

I'm gonna leave holes in this
that I'm gonna come back
and fill in.

Ah, huh, yes, I got 99 problems
But a bitch ain't one

Hit me!

( "99 Problems"
playing quietly )

99 problems
But a bitch ain't one

The year is '94
And the trunk is raw

In my rearview mirror
It's the motherfuckin' law

I got two choices, y'all
Pull over the car or

Bounce on the devil
Put the pedal to the floor

Now, I ain't tryin' to see
No highway chase with Jake

Plus I got a few dollars
I can fight the case

So I pull over to the side
Of the road, I heard

'Cause I'm young and I'm black
And my hat is real low

Do I look like a mind reader,
Sir? I don't know

Am I under arrest
Or should I guess some mo'?

JAY-Z (over loudspeaker):
I want to hear that. Yeah.

Yeah, cause I want to fill in--
I want to fill in it, yeah.

I'm thinking maybe
we start a cappella with, um--

If your having girl problems
I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems
But a bitch ain't one, hit me

Bawww.
Right into the first verse.

So, I got the rap patrol--
Yeah that's-- that's funny.

You're back
in the game, Rick.
I guess so.

Yeah.
Apparently so.

You know all these records
I used to listen to?

These guys are
the creators of it.

They're architects
of what we do right now.

I'm-- I'm--
I'm just fortunate, man.

Alfie, you want to take this?

Yeah. You ready?
Yeah.

Yes, sir.

Let's do it.

Just to see the way he writes,
it's incr--

I've never seen anything
like it.

See, he doesn't
write anything down.

Yeah, he does it all--

Yeah, he just kind of sits
there, listens to the track,

writes a verse,
and then goes and does it.

Okay, let me do the "cop" over.

RICK:
You're gonna hear
your old voice.

Do you wanna hear the, uh--?
Uh-uh.

You don't want
to hear the effect?

Mm-mm.

( "99 Problems" playing )

Well, you was doin' 55
In the 54

License and registration
Then step out of the car

You carrying a weapon on you?
I know a lot of you are

Gimme after "legit,"
after "legit."

Aren't you sharp as a tack?
You some type of lawyer
or somethin'?

Somebody important
Or somethin'?

Nah, I ain't pass the bar
But I know a little bit

( Southern accent ):
Aren't you sharp as a tack?

You some type of lawyer or--
Lawyer or something?

Lawyer or something?

JAY-Z ( on tape ):
My glove compartment's locked

So is the trunk in the back

And I know my rights, so you
Gonna need a warrant for that

Aren't you sharp as a tack?

You some type of lawyer
Or somethin'?

Somebody important
Or somethin'

Nah, I ain't pass the bar
But I know a little bit

Enough that you won't
Illegally search my shit

Well, we'll see how smart
You are when the K-9 come

I got 99 problems
But a bitch ain't one

It felt great.

JAY-Z:
Beautiful.

Lookin' good, man.

Might be a real--
It might be something special.

Past y'all.

( indistinct dialogue )

Strong.

That shit is nice.

It's like Slick Rick
style shit.

Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah.

So I wanted to take it
on some, uh,

old-school
storytelling shit.

Definitely, man.

I don't be tellin'
too many stories now.

And they don't
know about

my storytelling abilities
out there.

Jay-Z, I love you, I love you,
I love you, I love you.

Can I get the band back?

'Cause I wanna fuck
with the ladies real quick.

( cheering )

( guitar playing gentle melody )

( cheering grows in volume )

You ready, B?

Let's go
get 'em.

?UESTLOVE:
One, two,
three, four.

( Beyoncé's "Crazy In Love"
playing )

You ready?

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Oh, no-no
Say what?

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
Oh, no-no
Say what?

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
Oh, no-no
Say what?

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
Oh, no-no

One, two, three, four!

JAY-Z:
History in the making,
Madison Square Garden.

It's crazy.

I look and stare so deep
In your eyes
Right.

I touch on you more and more
Every time
Uh-huh.

When you leave, I'm beggin' you
Not to go
Right.

Call your name two or three
Times in a row
Whoo!

Such a funny thing for me
To try to explain
Right.

How I'm feeling and my pride
Is the one to blame
Yeah.

Yeah, 'cause I know
I don't understand

Just how you love
You're doing, no one else can

Got me lookin' so crazy
Right now

Your love's got me lookin'
So crazy right now, in love

Got me lookin'
So crazy right now, your touch

Got me lookin'
So crazy right now, your touch

Got me hoping you'll page me
Right now, your kiss

Got me hoping you'll save me
Right now
Here we go!

Looking so crazy in love
Got me lookin'

Got me looking so crazy
In love
One more time.

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Oh, no-no
JAY-Z: Say what?

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Oh no no
Say what?

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Oh, no-no
Say what?

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Oh, no-no
Let's go.

When I talk to my friends
So quietly

Who he think he is?
Look at what you did to me

Tennis shoes, don't even need
To buy a new dress

If you ain't there
Ain't nobody else to impress

Sing.

What?

( crowd sings inaudibly )

I still don't understand

Just how the love you're doing
No one else can

Got me lookin'
So crazy right now

Your love's got me
Lookin' so crazy right now

So crazy

Got me looking so
Crazy right now
Your love

Got me lookin'
So crazy right now
Hey!

Got me hopin' you'll
Page me right now
Hey!

Got me hopin' you'll
Save me right now
Hey!

Looking so crazy in love's
Got me lookin'

Got me lookin'
So crazy in love

I'm looking so crazy in
Love's got me lookin'

Got me lookin'
So crazy in love

Young Hov, y'all know
When the flow is loco

Young B and the R-O-C,
Uh-oh

O.G., B.I.G. homey
The one and only

Stick bony, but the pocket
Is fat like Tony

Soprano, the ROC handle
Like Van Exel

I shake phonies, man
You can't get next to

The genuine article
I do not sing though

I sling though
If anything I bling, yo

A star like Ringo
War like a Green Beret

You crazy
Bring ya whole set

Jay-Z in the range
Crazy and deranged

They can't figure him out

They like,
"Hey, is he insane?"

Yes, sir, I'm cut from
A different cloth

My texture is
The best fur of chinchilla

I've been dealing
In chain smokers

How you think
I got the name Hova?

I been realer
The game over

Fall back, son, ever since
The lady crossed over

To platinum, the game's
Been a wrap, what?

Got me lookin'
So crazy, my baby

I've been playin' myself
Baby, I don't care

'Cause your love's
Got the best of me

And baby you're makin'
A fool of me

You got me sprung
And I don't care who sees

Listen
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh!

Got me lookin' so crazy
Right now
Your love's

Got me lookin' so crazy
Right now
Lookin' crazy

Got me lookin' so crazy
Right now
Touch me

Got me lookin' so crazy
Right now
Oh, baby

Got me hoping you'll page me
Right now
Baby

So I need you to
Save me right now
Yeah!

Looking so crazy in love's
Got me lookin'
Hey!

Got me looking so crazy
In love
Whoa!

Got me lookin' so crazy
Right now, your love's

Got me lookin' so crazy
Right now, your love

Got me lookin' so crazy
Right now, your touch

Got me lookin' so crazy
Right now, your touch

Got me hopin' you'll page me
Right now, your kiss

Got me hopin' you'll
Save me right now.

Looking so crazy in love's
Got me lookin'

Got me lookin'
So crazy in love

I'm lookin' so crazy in
Love's got me lookin'

Got me lookin'
So crazy in love

( crowd cheering )

( Beyoncé's "Baby Boy"
playing )

SEAN PAUL ( over speakers ):
Certified quality
A dat da girl dem need

And dem not stop cry
Without apology

Buck dem da right way
Dat my policy

Sean Paul alongside Beyoncé

Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Fulfill my fantasies

SEAN PAUL:
Come on, girl
Tell me how you feel

Your night is young.

Right, baby.
WOMAN:
See you later, baby.

No doubt, no doubt.
All right, all right.

MAN:
On your way
to the stage?

Yeah, I'm gonna go to the stage.
I'm gonna wait for home girl.

She got, like, three songs.

So she gonna let me
come in on the third song.

You know, I'm just gonna
do my part

and get off
the stage, and, I guess,

go back to the joint,
go take a shit,

go to sleep,
you know what I mean?

SEAN PAUL:
Top, top girl

Me and you together is a
Wrap dat girl

Drive around da town
In your drop top, girl

You no stop shop, girl

Little more da dirty
We'll rock dat world

Top, top girl

Me and you together is a
Wrap dat girl

Drive around da town
In your drop top, girl

You no stop shop, girl

We'll break it down for y'all.
Come down, selector.

Whoo!

( song ends, crowd cheers )

Whoo!
MAN:
'Bout ready to go on up.

( Beyoncé speaks indistinctly )

Okay?
Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

( inaudible talking )

I'll pin him
right now.

Oh, God.
Oh, God, baby.

Yeah,
baby.

Don't trip
off the stage.

Let me check, Ghost.
Let me see your mike.

You are
My best friend

Yeah

I got something
special for y'all.

Yo, yo, yo

I used to sit back and analyze
On how we first met

A year ago
On the barbershop steps

You and your friend
Walked past me

I called you back like

"Come here, sexy. Have a word
With you. Yeah, please?"

Congratulations on
Bein' my gift

God wrapped you up tight
And he observed my wish

I'm not a psychic, it's just
That I'm in tune with such

I swear the vibes got heavy
When she got real close

Your whole demeanor
Caused me to axe questions

And stare at you strangely
"Have I found my baby?"

If so then tell me now
Looks like you was

About to say somethin'
You just broke a smile

Gave me the number
and I said I down

A year later
We're on block like bow

Tell me something, is it me
Or are we up to something?

Love is love
You're my friend and my woman

It was the summertime
Uh-huh, yeah

We fell in love
it was...

The summertime

When heaven shined
On us it was...

Summertime

Baby, there ain't nothin'
Like the...

BOTH:
Summertime

Give it up for Ghostface,
y'all!

Beyoncé!
Give it up y'all.

'Cause it feels so good

The Garden. That's right.
It's the summertime

No doubt, Jay-Z.
Everything's all right

Show me, B.
In the summertime

B, I like that.
'Cause it feels so good

I can keep hearin' this joint
over and over and over and over.

Summertime
No doubt.

Beyoncé.
Y'all, give it up!

No doubt.

Jigga Man.

The band.

Number one.
JAY-Z: Goddamn!

Make some noise out there!

( cheering )

( piano playing
mysterious melody )

JAY-Z:
Every now and again,
I step outside of myself,

and I just look at my life
objectively.

Sometimes I find myself saying,
"Who is that dude right there?"

Like, if you'd have told me
20 years ago

that my life
would be like this,

I'm not sure
I would have believed you.

Q-TIP:
But I think,
when we was growing up,

it was an iller time
than it was now.

Oh, absolutely.
It was way more dangerous,

way more--
MEMPHIS BLEEK: Outback.

No, I'm cool.
Outback, you want some?

I'm going to Outback.
JAY-Z: I'm good, I'm good.

Q-TIP:
Oh, no. I'm good, thank you.

You know it used to be
worse than this, right?

Yeah, it was like a lot
of drugs in the street.

It used to be way-- You--
Come on.

You used to be worse than this.
Yeah.

Right, that's what it takes

for people to keep talking out
and speaking out.

You're not that type
of rapper.

I-I still not.

For those two-- For two lines
out of a 60-minute tape,

for 30 seconds I felt
like saying something--

To speak on-- About what's
going on in the 'hood.

Should I not do that?

Should I ignore those feelings?

You know how we grew up,
in the '80s, in this shit.

You know what I mean?

So the shit you talking
is real,

and I feel like a lot of
the cats who maybe emulate you,

or the pictures that
you present, force that shit.

And it feels forced.
'Cause it ain't happening.

What about this guy?

Who?
Him.

CALLICO:
Him, what?
What about him?

JAY-Z:
He rap about shootin',
killin' people.

Yeah, that's true.
What you think--?

MAN: Say that shit to him.
What you think about that?

I don't know,
that's all right.

That's cool?
If that's what
people want to hear.

They gonna to buy it,
they wanna hear it,
they buy it.

Like, truthfully,
it's wack'd, like--

I been feeling that way too.

Like, I don't be wantin'
to do that. Well, I seen--

It seems like sometimes
that's all niggas want to hear.

You get fed up. Like,
you got to take the long route,

like, that shit is aggravating.

Why would you write a rhyme that
that you don't want to write?

Naw, that's what I'm saying,
I'm still trying to find myself
to this day, Guru.

That shit ain't hard,
be the fuck you.

I know but I'm saying like,

to where to put it out
to the people, man.

That shit is aggravating.
Man, be you, man.

'Cause them niggas, you--
Like, I--

JAY-Z:
Yo, you see how rappers are now?

Yo, turn the camera to me.

See what the public,
see what y'all did to rappers?

They scared to be they self.

You know what I'm saying?

Like, nigga's don't think
that people are gonna
accept them as they self.

All the teachers couldn't teach
And my mamma couldn't beat me

Hard enough to match the pain
Of my pop not seeing me

So with that disdain
In my membrane

Got on my pimp game
Fuck the world
My defense came

Ahhh

Go back.

Ty, turn around.

( woman laughing )
TY-TY: Hey.

WOMAN: Hi, Ty-Ty.
TY-TY: Happy birthday.

Thank you.

How are you?

Hey. Good.
We gonna party tonight.

JAY-Z:
I'll call you back,
I'm in the booth.

Starting from the top.

( "December 4th" playing )

Ma, at the top of here
I want you to tell
that story about the, uh--

you know, "I knew he was gonna
be special because..." Uh...

You know that story
you told me before?

You listening to me?

Yes.

Shake your head.

That's what people
don't understand about me.

It ain't that I can make so many
albums and just keep going.

Now, how the fuck you do that?
Because it's me, it's really me.

Like, I'm just talking what
I go through.

Whatever it is, and be it good--

I might say the worst shit
in the world, but it's me.

But then you saying shit
that make people
in the hood do crime.

If you gonna go-- You gonna do
it 'cause you wanna do it.

But then you don't help them.

Like, you saying that you sold
drugs and you got a gun.

Did this, did that.

My rhymes are not, "Yo, nigga,
I'm-- It's all good."

Yeah.
You know what I'm saying?

More so now.

You tell them
the downfall of whatever good...

Yeah, yeah. The evil, yeah.
...with the bad side of it.

There's heaven
and then there's hell, niggas.

One day you cruisin'
in the 7,

the next day your alibis
ain't matchin' up.

Bullshit catching up

You hit with the Ricco
They repo that vehicle

Shit was all good
Just a week ago

About to start snitching
Ain't you?

Ready to start bitching,
Ain't you?

I forgive you
I forgive you

Hustling just
Ain't you

Aside from the fast cars

Honeys that shake
They ass in bars

You know you wouldn't
Be involved

With the underworld dealers
Carriers or mac-millie

East Coast body
Is West Coast caterpillars

Little monkey niggas
Turned guerrillas

These are my rhymes, B.
Mm-hmm.

This is my first album.

( soft, graceful melody
playing )

How many people in this building
been day-one Roc-A-Fella fans?

How many people in this building
got Reasonable Doubt?

How many people know
"Dead Presidents"?

This right here is
only for my day-one fans.

I'm-a take y'all back.

Lemme get "Dead Presidents."

( cheering )

( "Dead Presidents II" playing )

Represent me

I'm out for presidents
To represent me

I'm out for...
That's right.

CROWD:
Presidents to represent me

I'm out for dead fuckin'
Presidents to represent me

Who wanna bet us that
We don't touch leathers

Stack cheddars forever, live
Treacherous all the et ceteras

To the death of us
Me and my confidants, we shine

You feel the ambiance
Y'all niggas just rhyme

By the ounce
Dough accumulates like snow

We don't just shine
We illuminate the whole show

You feel me?
Factions from the other side
Would love to kill me

Spill three quarts of my blood
Into the street
Let alone the heat

Fuck 'em, they hate a nigga
Lovin' his life

In all possible ways, know
The Feds is buggin' my life

Hospital days reflectin'
When my man laid up

On the Uptown high block
He got his side sprayed up

I saw his life slippin'
This is a minor setback

Yo, still in all we livin'
Just dream about the get back

That made him smile though
His eyes said, "Pray for me"

I'll do you one better and
Slay these niggas faithfully

Murder is a tough thing to
Digest, it's a slow process

And I ain't got nothin' but time
I had near brushes

Not to mention
Three shots close range

Never touched me
Divine intervention

Can't stop I from drinkin'...

CROWD:
Mai-Tais, with ta-ta
Down in Nevada

Ha-ha, Poppa, word life

I dabbled in crazy weight
Without rap

I was crazy straight

Nigga, I'm still spendin' money
From '88, what?

( "Where I'm From" playing )

Brooklyn, make some noise!

How real is this?

How real is this?

Uh-huh
G-g-g'yeah

I see you.

You and your man's hung
In every verse in your rhyme

Where the grams are slung
Niggas vanish every summer

Where the blue vans would come

We'd throw the work
In the can and run

Where the plans was to get funds
And skate off the set

To achieve this goal quicker
Sold all my weight wet

Faced with immeasurable odds
Still I gave straight bets

So I felt some more something
And you nothing, check

I'm from the other side where
Other guys don't walk too much

And girls from the projects
Wouldn't fuck us

Said we talked too much

So they ran up in concerts and
Sought those dudes to trust

I don't know
What the fuck they thought

Them niggas is foul
Just like us

I'm from where the beef
Is inevitable

Summertime's unforgettable

Boosters in abundance
Buy half-price sweaters new

You word was everything so
Everything you said you'd do

You did it, couldn't talk about
It if you ain't lived it

I'm from where niggas
Pull your car

Then argue all day
About who's the best MC

Biggie, Jay-Z or...
CROWD: Nas

No.

( crowd cheering )

Because ain't no party
Like a BK party

'Cause a BK party
Don't suck

Ain't no party
Like a BK party

'Cause a BK party don't...
CROWD: Suck

Ain't no party
Like a BK party

'Cause a BK party don't...
Suck

And ain't no nigga
Like your boy Jay-Z

Because ain't no nigga
'Bout to drop

( "Ain't No Nigga" playing )

I keep it fresher
Than the next bitch

For you to ever
Sweat the next bitch

I make the best bitch
See an exit

Oh, shit!

You get the keys
To the Lexus

CROWD:
With no driver

Got your own
2003 shit
The ride

Keep your ass
Tighter than Versace

That's why you gotta
Watch your friends

You gotta watch me
They conniving

Shit, the first chance to crack
The bank, they try me

All they get is
50-cent franks and papayas

From the village
To the telly

Time to kill it
On your belly, no question

Have more black chicks
Between my sheets than Essence

They say sex is a weapon
So when I shoot

Meet your death
In less than eight seconds

Still pounding in my afterlife
Laughin', my shit is tight

Let me hear y'all

WOMAN:
Ain't no woman
Like the one I got

No one can fuck you better
Say what?

Keeps me happy
And he gives me a lot

Keeps you in diamonds
And leathers
That's right

Friends they tell me I should
Leave you alone
Ha-ha

Ha-ha

CROWD:
Tell the freaks
To find a man of they own

A man of they own
A man of they own

Fresh to def in Moschino
Coach bag

Lookin' half-black and Filipino
Fakin' no jacks

Got you a beeper
To feel important

Surroundin' your feet in Joan &
David's and Charles Jordan

I keep ya dove
But love

You know these ho's be
Makin' me weak

Y'all know how it goes, B
CROWD: And so I creep

I was sinnin' since you were
Playing with Barbie and Ken in

You can't change a player's
Game in the 9th innin'

The chrome rim spinnin'
Keeps 'em grinnin'

So I run
Way the fuck up in 'em

And wrinkle they face
Like linen

I play harder
Till they say God

He's keepin' it real
Jigga stay hard

Lord, don't even trip
Shit, I never slip

Nigga, get a grip, what you
Don't see is what you get

Weapon concealed
What the fuck y'all feel

When you niggas play sick
We can all get ill

WOMAN:
Ain't no nigga
Like the one I got

No one can fuck you better
JAY- Z: That's right

Keeps me happy and he gives me
A lot
I like that.

Keeps me in diamonds
And leather

Friends'll tell me
I should leave him alone

CROWD:
Ha-ha, ha-ha

Tell the freaks to find
A man of they own

A man of they own
A man of they own

Ain't no stopping this
No lie

Promise to stay monogamous
I try

Love, you know these ho's
Be makin' me weak

Y'all know how it goes, B
Yeah, yeah, what up, boo?

Just keep me laced
In the iller snakes

Bankrolls and shit
Back rubs in the French tubs

Makin' this bitch, wifee nigga
So when you flip that coke

JAY-Z: Uh-huh
But now I'm stylin'

And I raised you basically
Made you into a don

Took her in her rump

And you know my pussy
Is all that
All that

That why I get baguettes
Five carats and all that

From Dolce & Gabbana
To H

I see you
Who the playa?

I still keep 'em
In the illest gaiters

Tailor-made, lay up
In the shade reminiscin'

How I fuck the best and shit

Come on, ain't no nigga
Like the one I got

CROWD:
No one can fuck you better

Sleeps around but he gives me
A lot
That's right.

CROWD:
Keeps you in
Diamonds and leather

Friends they tell me
I should leave him alone.

CROWD: Ha-ha, ha-ha.
JAY-Z: Ha-ha.

Ha!

Tell the freaks to find
A man of they own

( crowd cheering )

FOXY ( laughs ):
Brooklyn!

I love you, baby.

Hi, Jay-Z.
Yeah!

Jigga!

Standing out in the cold
and shit.

What?
Promotin' yo' shit.

You know what
I'm saying.

I want to get paid. Holla.

KANYE:
Well, when I did
the Twist song,

I was making that shit
like it was a sitcom itself.

Or like it a piece
of a movie or something.

Tape this nigga, man.

You taping him?

Yeah?

Naw , it's like a--

If The Black Album was,
like, The Black Movie
or something.

So the song--
Soundtracks are like scores.

So scenes is goin' on
in the movie.

( hard, funky beat playing )

MAN:
That's good.

Dog!

The Black Album, yeah

Whoo!

( fun, rough beat playing )

JAY-Z:
One of the joys for me
in the music business

is watching a new artist
develop into they own.

I mean that should
just bring me joy,

like, to see a artist
coming from nothing ,

and then, you know,
they're known.

He has a name.
That's Kanye West.

That's Kanye West,
and he's signing autograph.

I love that shit.

And right now, this nigga,
he's just delivering it.

And the passion he gots
for his music

I don't think it's gonna stop.

Kanye,
can't lie to me.

Kanye came and motherfuckin'
did his job, didn't he?

Did he not? Goddamn.

KANYE:
This record ain't a record.

It's a movie and shit.

Like a scene from a movie.

Let's see.

Yeah, like the faces
of a classic album.

( Jay-Z's "Lucifer" playing )

This joint right here,
yo, I'll take it, and--

This is the verse
I want you to do for me.

Said I'm-a stop smoking
Tonight, uh

The next mornin'
That nigga sill high, uh

Said I would stop cheatin'
On my wife, uh

I was a fucking a bitch
The same night, uh

I swear that I was going to let
That nigga slide, uh

That night
That nigga died, uh

WOMAN ( on tape ):
Lucifer, Lucifer
Dawn of de morning

See, the murder capitol
where they murder for capital

Lucifer, Lucifer
Dawn of de morning

The hook with it is money!

Lucifer, Lucifer
Dawn of de morning

I'm gonna chase you
Out of the Earth

Oh, yes, yes, this is holy war I
Wet y'all with the holy water

Sprayed from the
Hechler & Kotch automatic

All static
Shall I cease to exist?

Like a sabbatical when I throw
A couple at you, take six

The more you talk
The more you hurt

Because the more you gone
Deeper, more you search

This is The Black Album
Second verse

It's like devil's pie
Chasing dessert

Lucifer, Lucifer
Dawn of de morning

I'm gonna chase you
Out of the Earth

Lucifer, Lucifer
Dawn of de morning

JAY-Z:
Oh, oh, yes

Spread love to all
Of my dead thugs

I'll pour out a little Louie
Till I head above

And when I perish, the meek
Shall inherit the Earth

Till that time
It's all in poppin' church

That's my word, I never
read the Bible in my life.

I don't even know
how I know that.

WOMAN:
Lucifer, Lucifer
Dawn of de morning

Oh, my God, leave that.
( restarts "Lucifer" )

WOMAN:
Yeah, Lucifer
Dawn of de morning

I'm gonna chase you
Out of Earth

Lucifer, Lucifer
Dawn of de morning

Lucifer, Lucifer
Dawn of de morning

JAY-Z:
Kanyeezee, you did it again
You a genius, nigga

( cheering )

( Jay-Z's "Can't Knock
the Hustle" playing )

We about to witness
some historic shit.

On my first album,
I was blessed

and had a queen of...

hip-hop and R&B.

Oh!

Miss Mary J. Blige!

You ready to go
get 'em, Mary?

I'm ready.

I'm always ready, Jay.
Come on.

I'm makin short-term goals
When the weather folds

Just put away the leathers
And put ice on the gold

Chilly with enough bail money
To free a Big Willy

High stakes I got more
At stake than Philly

Shoppin' sprees
Coppin' three

Deuce fever
ISs fully loaded, ah-ha, yes

Bouncin' in the Lex Luger
Tires smoke like Buddha

50 Gs to the crap shooter
Niggas can't fade me

Chrome socks beamin'
Through my peripheral
I see ya schemin'

Stop dreamin'
I leave ya body steamin'

Niggas is fiendin'
What's the meanin'?

I'm leanin' on
Any nigga intervenin'

With the sound of my money
Machine-in'

My cup runneth over
With hundreds

I'm one of the best niggas
That done it

Six digits and runnin'
Y'all niggas don't want it

I got the godfather flow
The Don Juan DeMarco

Mary!
Uh

Takin' out this time

To give you
A piece of my mind

Can't knock
the hustle

Who do you think you are?

Jay-Z, baby

Baby, one day you'll be a star

That scene out of state
Where I drop my slang

I'm deep in the South
Kickin' up top game

Bouncin' on the highway
Switchin' four lanes

Screamin' through the sunroof
"Money ain't a thang"

Your worst fear confirmed

Me and my fam roll tight
Like the Firm

Gettin' down for life
That's right

You better learn
Why play with fire? You burn

We get together like a choir
To acquire what we desire

We do dirt like worms
Produce Gs like sperm

Till legs spread like germs

I got extensive ho's
With expensive clothes

And I sip fine wine
Then spit, fit and flow

BOTH:
But y'all know

Ooh, yeah

'Cause you can't
Knock the hustle

But I sure been lately
I'm the one whose crazy

JAY-Z:
That's right

'Cause that's the way
Ya makin' me feel

You can't knock
The hustle

I'm just tryin to get mine
I don't have the time

To knock the hustle for real

Y'all niggas lunchin'
Punchin' a clock

My function is to make much 'n'
Lay back munchin'

Sippin' Remy on the rocks
My crew, somethin' to watch

Nothin' to stop
Unstoppable scheme on the ice

I gotta hide your crew

I gotta let you niggas know
The time like Movado

My motto
Stack rocks like Colorado

Waddle off the champagne
Cristal by the bottle

It's a damn shame
But you not, though

Me, slick like a gato
Your boy Jay-Z

My pops knew exactly what he did
When he made me

Tried to get a nut
And he got a nut and what?

Straight bananas
Can a nigga see me?

Got the U.S. Open
Advantage: Jigga

Serve like Sampras
Play fake rappers
Like a campus

Le Tigre, pal, you're too eager
You ain't havin' it

CROWD: No!
Me either

Let's get together and make this
Whole world believers

At my arraignment, screamin'

All us blacks got
Is sports and entertainment

Until we even, thievin'
As long as I'm breathin'

Can't knock the way
A nigga eatin'

Watch Mary, y'all.
Come on, girls!

Uh

Takin' out this time

That's right,
that's right.

MARY:
To give you a piece of my mind

JAY-Z:
'Cause can't knock
The hustle

Who do you think you are?

Jay-Z, baby

Nigga, one day
You'll be a star

Take 'em to church!

But I'm feeling lately
I'm the one whose crazy

I said take 'em to church!

'Cause that's the way
Ya makin' me feel

I'm just tryin'
To get my idle hand up high

To knock the hustle for real

( cheering )

MARY:
Ooh!

Thank you.

Hit the road
Pack it up

All the ladies put
your hands up. We goin'
side to side with this one.

Hit the road
Pack it up

It's so fuckin' soulful!

Sounds like a love song

It's so soulful
Sounds like a love song

Ooooh

Ooooh

Ooooh

I can't see it
Coming down my eyes

So I gotta make
The song cry

Oh, yeah, I see 'em
Coming down your eyes
Yeah

Oooh
Gotta make
The song cry

I know you love me
Like cooked food

Even though a nigga gotta move
Like a crook move

We was together on the block
Since free lunch

We should've been together
Havin' Four Seasons' brunch

We used to use umbrellas
To face the bad weather

But now we travel first class
And change the forecast

Never in bunches

Just me and you
I loved your point of view

Because you held no punches

Still I left you
For months on end

It's been months
Since I checked back in

We're somewhere
In a small town

You know, lockin' a mall down

Wood grain, four and change
Armor-All'd down

I can understand
Why you want a divorce now

Whoa
But I can't let you know it

Pride won't let me show it
Pretend to be heroic

That's just one to grow with

But deep inside
A nigga's so sick

Oh, shit, can't see 'em
Comin' down my eyes
Ooooh

They gotta--
Ooooh

I need your hands up!

MARY:
Ooooh

JAY-Z:
'Cause I gotta
Let the song cry

Oh, yeah, I see 'em
Comin' down your eyes

Aaaaaah
But I gotta make the song cry

Oh, yeah, I see 'em
Comin' down your eyes

Yeaaaaah, ooooh

On repeat, the CD of B.I.G.'s
"Me and My Chick"

Watchin' Bonnie and Clyde
Pretendin' to be that shit

Empty gun in your hand, sayin,
"Lemme see that clip"

Shoppin' spree
Pull out your Visa, quick

A nigga had very bad credit
You helped me leash that whip

You helped me get the keys
To that V-dot-6

We were so happy poor
But when we got rich

That's when our signals got
Crossed, and we got flipped

Or rather mine

I don't know what made me
Leave that shit

Made me speed that quick
Let me see, that's it

It was the cheese helped
Them bitches get amnesia quick

I used to cut up they buddies
Now they sayin' they love me

Used to tell they friends I was
Ugly and wouldn't touch me

Then I showed up
In that dubbed-out buggy

Oh, then they got fuzzy
And they don't remember that

But I don't remember you
Or you or you

Aaaaah
I can't see it
Comin' down my eyes

Hands back and forth!
Ooooh

Ooooh
I can't see it
Comin' down my eyes

So I've gotta let the song cry

Oh, yeah, I see 'em
Comin' down your eyes

But I gotta let the song cry

I can't see it
Comin' down my eyes

So I've gotta let
The song cry
Oooh

Face of stone, shocked on
The other end of the phone

Word back home is that you got
A special friend

Ooooh
So what was
Oh-so-special then?

You have givin' away
Without gettin' at me

But that's your fault, how many
Times you forgiven me?

How was I to know that
You was plain sick of me

Oooh
I know the way
A nigga living was wack

She'll get a nigga
Back like that

Shit, I'm a man with pride
You don't do shit like that

You don't just pick up and leave
And leave me sick like that

You don't throw away
What we had, just like that

I was just fuckin' them girls
I was gonna get right back

Oooh
They say you can't turn
A bad girl good

Once a good girl's gone bad
She's gone forever

Why?
I'll mourn forever

Shit, I gotta live with the fact
I did you wrong

However, I can't see 'em
Comin' down my eyes

But I gotta
Let the song cry

I can't see 'em comin'
Down my eyes

But I gotta let
The song cry
Wooo

Oh, yeah, I see 'em
Comin' down my eyes

But I gotta
Let the song cry

I can't see 'em
Comin' down your eyes

But I gotta
Let this song cry

Yeah, yeah, yeahhhh

I fucked up, girl
Oooh

Goddamn.
Oooh

Well, goddamn.

Can I get
my L.L. on here?

Let me get my L.L. a minute.

Can I get my L on--

L.L. on here.

Can I do that
for them, Mary?

No doubt.

When I'm alone
In my room

Pretend to stare
At the wall

And at the back of my mind
I hear my conscience call

Telling me I need a girl
Who's as sweet as a dove

Well, fuck that
My name Hove, man

You know I'm a thug

So if you drunk off love
I suggest you get over it

Cry me a river, build a bridge
And get over it

They love it
When I'm hard on ho's

They said a G
Don't give a bitch
No keys or security codes

I agree my lady ain't no bitch
She gets whatever I own

So when you see her
Understand that's me, nigga

Understand
I'm the same O.G., nigga

I know the difference between
A bitch and a bee, nigga

Ooh

Ooh, everybody

Take 'em
to church.

Everybody, y'all better give it
Up for Jay-Z right now, y'all

He knows how to treat a woman

Ohhhh-ahhhh-ehhhh

Ahhhhhhhhhh

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo

Whooo

( cheering )

MAN:
Rick gave you
in the whole nines.

Yeah, this is legendary.

I had the power of Rick on
when I was up on there.

You see what I'm saying?

That was cool.

That's love right there.
All of that.

Now, can I go check
and see in the mirror.

MAN:
Thank you, man.

What room is this?

Thanks, man.
Thanks, baby.

No question.
It's all right.

Got a mirror he can
check himself out at?

It's all good.
Yeah.
Um...

A mirror.

MAN 2:
A mirror?

Okay. Yeah. I understand.
Where the room at?

Whose room is this?

( cheering )

R. KELLY:
Welcome to the best
Of both worlds

( cheering intensifies )

( R. Kelly & Jay-Z's
"Best of Both Worlds" playing )

R. KELLY:
Whoo!

Oh, oh, oh

Welcome to the best
Of both worlds

JAY-Z:
I pull up with
The big boy truck

Nigga big boy drop

We be the only big boys
That the big boys watch

Go get 'em, Kel
The best of both worlds

Ohhh!

The combination of Pappy Mason
And Larry Davis

Martin and Malcolm, this is
Bigger than the album, Kel

The best of both worlds
Ohhh!

I got a million on that boy
Singin' whatever on the flow

Y'all got cheddar to blow
Whatever, let a nigga know
Kel!

The best of both worlds
Ohhh!

JAY-Z:
It's not even close,
Just leave it alone

I'm Michael Jordan
I play for the team I own
Kel!

The best of both worlds
Ohhh!

Young H, yo,
Feared in 50 states

Young Kel, nigga
The best of both worlds, holla

The best of both worlds
Ohhh!

You can't possibly
Think you're gonna stop me

This is prophecy plus I feel
Like the nigga B.I.G.
Watching me

The best of both worlds

Stop playin'
With these niggas, Kel

Go get 'em

This is for my niggas
Down bottom

And them hustlers on 22s

Single-parent mothers in
The hood is who I'm talkin' to

Talk with you
Uh-huh, yeah

And for the ones
Who put you down

And said
You wouldn't make it

But you still held your ground
And came up out the basement

In the memory of those
That we lost, it's dedicated

We miss y'all
Uh-huh, yeah-hah

( R. Kelly & Jay-Z's "Take You
Home With Me" playing )

Whoo!

New York,
get your hands up!

Girl, you know
You got a body-adi-adi

Where you get
Your little body-adi-adi?

I just wanna
Freak your body-adi-adi

I just want to
Take you home with me

Girl, you know
You got a body-adi-adi

Where you get
Your little body-adi-adi?

Girl, I like
Your little body-adi-adi

I just wanna
Take you home with me

JAY-Z:
She get it from her momma

You can't tie a sweater
Over that ass

It hotter than pajamas

We lay back, blowin' ganja

DVD, she make it hard
To watch a flat TV

Whoa

I crept up behind her

Mommy threw it
Like a quarterback

I caught that like Rice
I call mommy Montana

Bandana, tied her hands up
This is gangsta love

Threw on a rap CD
We gangsta-fucked

This ain't R&B smooth
I ain't a R&B dude

Poured a glass of Army
Got mommy in the mood

Then she stripped for me
Like the Moulin Rouge

I think I might wife her

You know...
CROWD:
Powder-blue Rocawear suit

White Nike her

I add Mommy to the cipher

R-O-C for life
'Cause the game, motherfucker

Girl, you know
You got a body-adi-adi

Where did you get
Your little body-adi-adi?

I just want to
Freak your body-adi-adi

I just want to
Take you home with me
Kel

Girl, you know you got
a body-adi-adi
Uh-huh

Where you get
Your little body-adi-adi

Girl, I wanna
Freak your body-adi-adi

I just want to
Take you home with me

( cheering )

PHARRELL:
But I figured out
what you're doing.

Your ca--
Your career right now,

this is the end
of Carlito's Way.

And you just tryin' to get
one more last job in
before you get out.

But I'm tryin' to tell you
that I have the song.

I have the beat that describes
that moment accurately.

And if you don't believe me,
your man Guru is here.

What's your name?
What's your name, man?

T.
Your man T is here.
And hip-hop is here.

And niggas' faces
is scrunched up.

I'm telling you right now,
Guru heard it and said...

Didn't you say
he gonna do his--?

He gonna do the whole song
tonight, right?
Yeah.

He said you gonna
do the whole song tonight.

"Goodbye."

( "Goodbye" playing )

You know, just like...

( yells indistinctly )

There's no way in the world,
I'm not getting my movie shelved

on the last-- On the last album.
The last album?

I never got a chance
to do Dead Presidents

or The World is Yours.

So I gotta get
my story shit on.

Whoo!

But it's something about
major-seventh chords.

I think they were minor-seventh
chords in "Dead Presidents."

And he just-- The way
that nigga blacked out on it

is just, kind of like...
second to none.

So I'm dying to see what,
when he comes to the studio...

what's gonna be the first thing
that happens?

Yo, so... you remember
in Carlito's Way at the end,

when the nigga was just trying
to get out of the game.

And, uh...
He's on the train.

And he's getting
on a train.

( inaudible dialogue )

You remember it,
right?

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

"Wait, man."

That's it.
That's the speech.

That's the speech
'cause...

( laughter )
...that's what happened.

Okay.
All right.

( "Goodbye" playing )

JAY-Z:
Sometimes you work with people
because they legends.

Other times, they just hot.

Sometimes you work
with people

because there's
a synergy there.

We all work with a lot of
different people
in this business.

But there's
those special combination

that you know just brings out
the best in you.

PHARRELL & JAY-Z:
Ho!

JAY-Z:
Uh-huh

Ho!

Uh-huh

Uh, unstoppable

I'm a hustler, baby
That's right

I just want you to know
A little louder

It ain't where I been
That's right

But where I'm 'bout to go
Whoo

Now I just wanna love you
You know I love y'all

But be who I am
I know you love me

And with all this cash
Mo' money, mo' problems

You'll forget your man
Bee-atch

You gotta give it to me
You've gotta gimme that funk

MAN ( over speakers ):
That sweet, that nasty
That gushy stuff

But don't bullshit me

C'mon, gimme that funk
That sweet
Ho!

That nasty
That gushy stuff

When the Remy's
In the system

Ain't no tellin'

Will I fuck 'em?
Will I diss 'em?

That's what
They be yellin'

I'm a pimp by blood
Not relation

Y'all be chasin'
I'll replace them
Ho!

Drunk off Cris'
Mommy on E

CROWD:
Can't keep her little
Model hands off me

Both in the club, high
Singing off-key

And I...
Wish I never
Met her at all

It gets better
Ordered another round

CROWD:
It's...about...to go...down

Got six model chicks
Six bottles of Cris'

Four Belvederes
Got weed everywhere

What do you say, me, you
And your Chloe glasses?

We go somewhere private
Where we can discuss fashion

Like, Prada blouse
Gucci bra
Say what?

Filth-marked jeans
Take that off

Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet

That nasty
That gushy stuff

Don't bullshit me
C'mon

Gimme that funk, that sweet
That nasty, that gushy stuff

You've gotta
Give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet
That nasty, that gushy stuff

BOTH:
But don't bullshit me

Mama, gimme that funk
That sweet

That nasty
That gushy stuff

I told her, save the narrative
You savin' it for marriage

Let's keep it real, ma, you
Savin' it for carats
What?

You wanna see how far
I'm-a go

How much I'm-a spend
But you already know

PHARRELL: Zip
CROWD: Zero

Stingy with dinero
PHARRELL: Ho

Might buy you Cris'
CROWD: But that about it

Might light your wrist
But that about it

Ma, I might wife you
And buy you nice whips

Ma, but you really gotta
Ride nice dick
Yup

Know how to work your hips
And your head's priceless

Profess you love the Hov
And I'll never let you down

Get you bling like
The Neptune sound

( beeps )

( "Encore" playing )

Make some noise
for Pharrell one time!

Can I get a encore?
Do you want more?

Cook it raw
With the Brooklyn boy

'Cept for one last time
I need y'all to roar

( cheering )

CHORUS ( over speakers ):
What the hell are you
Waiting for?

After me
There should be no more

So for one last time
Make 'em make some noise

Who you know fresher than Hov?
Riddle me that

The rest of y'all know
Where I'm lyrically at

Can't none of y'all
Mirror me back?

Yeah, hearin' me rap is like
Hearing G Rap in his prime

I'm young H.O.
Rap's Grateful Dead

Back to take over the globe
Break bread

I'm in Boeing jets
Global Express

Out the country but
The Blueberry still connect

On the low but the yacht got
A triple deck

When you're young
What the fuck you expect?

Yup, yup
Grand opening, grand closing

Goddamn your man Hov
Cracked the can open again

Who you going to find
Doper than him with no pen

Just draw off the inspiration

Soon you goin' see
You can't replace him

With cheap imitation
For deez generation

Can I get an encore?
Do you want more?

Cookin' raw
With the Brooklyn boy

'Cept for one last time
I need y'all to roar

What the hell
Are you waiting for?

Look what you made me do
Look what I made for you

Knew if I paid my dues
How will they pay you?

When you first come in the game
They try play you

Then you drop a couple of hits
Look how they wave to you

From Marcy to Madison Square

The only thing that matters
In just a matter of years

As fate would have it
Jay's status appears

Be at an all-time high
Perfect time to say goodbye

When I come back like Jordan
Wearin' the 4-5

It ain't to play games
Wit' you

It's to aim at you
Probably maim you

If I owe you
I blowin' you to smithereens

Cocksucker, take one
For your team

I need you
To remember one thing

I came, I saw, I conquered

Record sales
Sold-out concerts

So motherfucker
If you want encore

I need you to scream
Until your lungs get sore

MAN ( over speakers ):
Ow! It's star time

This man is made

He's killing all
Y'all jive turkeys

Do y'all want more
of the Jigga Man?

Well, if you all want more
of the Jigga Man

Then I need y'all to help me
Bring him back to the stage

Say "Hova"
Come on, say it

Hova, Hova
Are y'all out there?

CROWD: Hova, Hova, Hova!
CHORUS: Are y'all listening?

C'mon louder
CROWD: Hova, Hova, Hova!

Yeah, now see that's what
I'm talking about

They love you, Jigga
CROWD: Hova, Hova, Hova!

CHORUS: They love you, Jigga
CROWD: Hova, Hova, Hova!

Hova, Hova, Hova!

Hova, Hova, Hova, Hova, Hova!

Hova, Hova, Hova!

Hova, Hova!

Like, you left the stage
on a rap.

What rap was that--?

You leave the stage and
do some, like, sexual chocolate.

Yeah, yeah.
Drop the mic and shit.

( laughter )

Hova! I was there on your mark.

And when the beat
comes back in,

you just come back on the stage
and the crowd just blow up.

Like sound effects goin': Ahhhh!

MAN: Yeah, c'mon louder
CROWD: Hova, Hova, Hova!

Yeah, now see that's what
I'm talking about

They love you, Jigga
CROWD: Hova, Hova, Hova!

CHORUS: They love you, Jigga
CROWD: Hova, Hova, Hova!

Hova, Hova, Hova, Hova!

JAY-Z: What? What?
CROWD: Hova, Hova, Hova, Hova!

JAY-Z: I gotta leave, yo.
( music stops )

Hova, Hova, Hova, Hova, Hova!

Hova, Hova, Hova, Hova!

Hova, Hova, Hova, Hova!

Say what?!

( cheering )

Make some noise!

I don't wanna party with y'all.
I want to vibe with y'all.

Can I vibe with y'all?

Let's go, Jus.

( Jay-Z's "December 4th"
playing )

JAY-Z'S MOM ( over loudspeaker):
Shawn Carter was born
December 4th

Can I vibe with y'all?

Weighing in
at 10 pounds, 8 ounces

That wasn't strong enough.

JAY-Z:
You get one night like this
in your whole lifetime.

Can I vibe with y'all over here?

And although I spend my whole
life chasing this one night...

Can I vibe with y'all?

I can't say I'm sad
to see it go.

I'm actually happy
that it happened at all.

I feel fortunate.

They say they never really miss
You till you dead or you gone

So on that note
I'm leaving after this song

So you ain't got to
Feel no way about Jay

But at least let me tell you
Why I'm this way, hold on

I was conceived by Gloria Carter
And Adaness Reeves

Who made love
Under the sycamore tree

Which makes me a more sicker MC
My momma would claim

At 10 pounds when I was born
I didn't give her no pain

Although through the years
I gave her her fair share

I gave her first real scare

I made it from birth
But I got here

She knows my purpose
Wasn't perfect
I ain't perfect, I care

But I felt worthless
'Cause my shirts
Wasn't matching my gear

Nothing scratchin' the surface
'Cause what's buried
Under there

Was a kid torn apart
Once his pop disappeared

I went to school got good grades
Could behave when I wanted

But I had demons deep inside
That would raise
When confronted, hold on

JAY-Z'S MOM ( over loudspeaker):
Shawn was a very shy child
growing up

He was into sports
Can I vibe with y'all now?

JAY-Z:
Anything I do
is, like, inspired by life.

So of course its inspired
by the people
that's closest to me.

Y'all inspired me.

Couldn't be
where I'm at without y'all.

I love all y'all.

( cheers )

Now all the teachers
Couldn't teach me

And my mamma couldn't beat me

Hard enough to mask the pain
Of my pop not seein' me

So with that disdain
In my membrane
Got on my pimp game

Fuck the world

My defense came

Then the Haven
Introduced me to the game

Spanish Jose
Introduced me to 'caine

Oh, I'm a hustler now

My gear is in
And I'm in the in crowd

And all the wavy light-skinned
Girls is loving me now

My self esteem went through
The roof, man, I got my swag

Got a Volvo from this girl
When her man got bagged

Plus I hit my mamma with cash
From a show that I had

Supposedly knowing
Nobody pays Jaz wack-ass

I'm getting ahead of myself
By the way I could rap

That come second to me
Moving this crack

Gimme a second I swear I would
Say about my rap career

Till '96 came
Niggas, I'm here

Goodbye

TY-TY:
Way back in the days,
when Jay first started rappin',

I'd take him to certain places
in the hood,

he'd battle niggas
and destroy them.

And I used to be the only one
that could hear that rhymes
that he said.

Now, the whole world
gets a chance to hear it.

We all in this room hear it,
and that's it.

There's a grand opening
'n' grand closing.

( people cheer )

JAY-Z'S MOM ( over loudspeaker):
I keep him close to me
and out of trouble

Goodbye to the game all the
Spoils, the adrenaline rush

Your blood boils you on a spot
Knowing cops could rush

If you in a drop
You so easy to touch

No two days are alike
Except the 1st and 15th
Pretty much

And "trust" is a word
You seldom hear from us

Hustlers, we don't sleep
We rest one eye up

And the drought can define a man
When the well dries up

You learn to work the water
Without working thirst
Till you die, yup

And niggas
Gettin' tied up for product

And little brothers
Ring fingers get cut up

To show mothers
They really got 'em

And this is the stress
I lived with

Till I decided to try
This rap shit for a living

I pray I'm forgiven

For every bad decision I made
Every sister I played

'Cause I'm still paranoid
To this day

And it's nobody's fault
I made the decisions I made

This is the life I chose or
Rather the life that chose me

If you can't respect that
Your whole perspective is wack

Maybe you'll love me
When I fade to black

Gimme some light.

Cell phones, lighter.

Maybe you'll love me
When I fade to black

If you can't respect that
Your whole perspective is wack

Maybe you'll love me
When I fade to black

If you can't respect that
Your whole perspective is wack

Maybe you'll love me
When I fade to black

( crowd cheering )

JAY-Z:
I mean, I'm a kid
from Brooklyn, New York.

Now, I'm on stage
at Madison Square Garden.

( helicopter whirring )
Celebratin' my whole career

with some of the biggest
artists in the music business.

I wasn't
really emotional about it.

I was thinking like,
"This shit is crazy hot."

I guess I am lucky.

Holla at your boy!

( Jay-Z's "Dirt Off
Your Shoulder" playing )

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Turn the music up
In the head phones

Tim, you can go and brush
Your shoulder off, nigga

I got you
Uh, yeah

AFENI SHAKUR:
And let me say
that this money will be used

for the upliftment
of your culture.

We thank you.

VOLETTA WALLACE:
A hundred percent of this

goes to the Christopher Wallace
Memorial Foundation

for books and computers.

JAY-Z:
Feelin' no remorse
Feelin' like my hand
Was forced

Middle finger to the Lord...

USHER:
It ain't over.

I don't care what he say.
This ain't the last album.

It can't be. After a show
like that? Come on, man.

( laughter )

All the rappers be hatin'
Off the track that I'm makin'

But all the hustlers
They love it...

MEMPHIS BLEEK:
Me and you be reppin'.

Yeah.
Make sure they be reppin'.

Should be reppin'.
For the hood, nigga.

Whatever that means.

Like a running back

Get it, man
I'm straight off the block

I can run it back, nigga
'Cause I'm straight
With the Roc

The Black Album,
what this means to you,

the whole retirement,
whole shit like that.

TY-TY:
The whole retirement.

That mean the game is fucked up.

( laughter )

Get that
Dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that
Dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that
Dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that
Dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get that
Dirt off your shoulder

You're now tuned into
The motherfuckin' greatest

( Jay-Z's "Can I Live" playing )

JAY-Z:
Yeah.

Ah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella.

We invite you to
Something epic, you know?

Where we hustle out of
The sense of hopelessness

Sort of a desperation

Through that desperation
We come addicted

Sort of like the fiends
We accustomed to serving

What we feel
We have nothin' lose

Everything to gain
So we offer you, well

We offer our lives
Right, right

What are you bringing
To the table?

While I'm watching every nigga
Watching me closely

My shit is butter for the bread
They wanna toast me

I keep my head, both of them
Where they supposed to be

Ho's will get you sidetracked
And clapped from close feet

I don't sleep, I'm tired
I feel wired like codeine

These days a brother gotta
Admire me from
Four fiends away

My pain wish it was quick
To see from selling 'caine

To brains that fried
To a fricassee can't lie

At the time it never
Bothered me at the bar

Gettin' my thug on properly
My squad and me

Lack of respect for authority

Laughing hard happy to be
Escapin' poverty
How ever brief

I know this game
Got valleys and peaks

Expectation for dips

For precipitation
We stacked chips hardly

The youth I used to be
Soon to see a million

No more Big Willy
My game has grown

Prefer you call me William

Illin' for revenues
Grateful livin', like

Channel 7 news
Round-seven jewels
Hand gettin' the mic

Forgetting all I ever knew
Convenient amnesia

I suggest you call my lawyer
I know the procedure

Lock my body
Can't trap my mind easily

Explain why we adapt to crime

I'd rather die enormous
Than live dormant

That's how we on it
Live at the main event

I bet a trip to Maui on it

Presidential suites
My residential
For the weekend

Confidentially speakin' in
Codes since I sense you
Peekin'

The INXS rental
Don't be fooled
My game is mental

We both out of town, dog
What you tryin' to get into?

Viva Las Vegas, see ya
Met her at the crap table

Meet me by the one
That starts a G up

This way no fraud
Willie's present gambling
They re-up

And we can have a pleasant time
Sipping margaritas

G-g-g-g'yeahhh

Can I live?

Can I live?

My mind is infested
With sick thoughts
That circle

Like a Lexus, if driven wrong
They're sure to hurt you

Dual level like duplexes
In unity my crew and me

Commit atrocities
Like we got immunity

You guessed it, manifested
Intangible goods

Platinum Rolexed it
We don't lease

We buy the whole car
As you should

My confederation, dead a nation
Explode on detonation

Overload the mind
Of a said patient

When it boils to steam
It comes to it

We all fiends, gotta do it

Even righteous minds
Go through this

True this, history school us
To spend our money foolish

Bond with jewelers
And watch for intruders

I stepped it up another level

Meditated like a Buddhist

Recruited lieutenants
With ludicrous

Dreams are gettin' creamed
Let's do this against T-D-S

So I keep one eye open
Like C-B-S

Ya see me stressed, right?

Can I live?

Can I live?

Can I live?

Can I live?

( Jay-Z chuckles )

Roc-A-Fella, y'all

( song fades out )