Song of the Day #1,882: ‘Ether’ – Nas

nas_stillmaticJumping ahead five years to 2001, we arrive at the Nas album Stillmatic and the song ‘Ether,’ a take-down of our old friend Jay-Z.

Nas’s previous two albums had been poorly received, so Stillmatic was a comeback record, its title calling back to his celebrated debut. This track was a response to a cut on Jay-Z’s album The Blueprint in which he dismissed Nas as an also-ran.

Ouch… that one had to sting. It’s crazy to think these guys wound up reconciling then recording and touring together.

It’s rather silly that Nas calls Jay-Z out for misogynist lyrics about three lines after accusing him of “dealing with emotions like bitches.” And the ugly homophobia doesn’t help.

Not much going on here musically… sorry, I’m just not impressed with Nas. This is actually encouraging, because it removes that nagging feeling that I’ve been missing out on something great.

Fuck Jay-Z
What’s up niggas, ay yo
I know you ain’t talkin’ bout me dog
You? what?
Fuck Jay-Z
You been on my dick nigga, you love my style
Fuck Jay-Z

(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you – the king – you know you
(Not) God’s Son across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already

[Verse 1]
Brace yourself for the main event
Y’all impatiently waiting
It’s like an AIDS test: what’s the result
Not positive
Who’s the best: Pac, Nas and B.I.G
Ain’t no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y’all with napalm
Blowed up, no guts left, chest/face gone
How could Nas be garbage
Semi-autos at your cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, come out of my throne
I got this locked since 9-1
I am the truest; name a rapper that I ain’t influenced
Gave y’all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music


[Verse 2]
I’ve been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I’d be gone, stiff and rotten
Y’all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y’all some well wishers, friendly actin’, envy hidin’ snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take
When these streets keep callin’, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cockin’ up my weapon, slowly loadin’ up this ammo
To explode it on a camel and his soldiers
I can handle this for dolo
And his manuscript just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First Biggie’s your man
Then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick suckin’ lips
Why don’t you let the late, great veteran live

God’s son across the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my crown at
Ill Will rest in peace, let’s do it niggas


[Verse 3]
Y’all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What’s sad is I love you cause you’re my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I’ve watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin’ his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly
Well life is harsh; hug me, don’t reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In 88 you was getting chased through your building
Calling my crib and I ain’t even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no Tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo ho, tryna’ work it out, you tryna’ get brolic
Ask me if I’m tryna’ kick knowledge
Nah, I’m tryna’ kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he’s Puffy
Rocafella died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that’s the guy y’all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y’all rock fellas
And now y’all try to take my spot, fellas
Feel these hot rocks fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my Glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now cause of your looks
Ne-gro please
You no mustache having, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hanging with Kane, to Irv, to Big
And Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-riding faggot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty’s getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie’s rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss


One thought on “Song of the Day #1,882: ‘Ether’ – Nas

  1. Dana says:

    It’s ironic that the printed lyrics show places where there is a hook because this song has none. If I want rivalry based anger, I’ll go with Eminem, who not only comes up with the stinging lyrics, but delivers them with passion, humor and inflection in his voice.

    I too feel I have missed nothing not catching the Nas train.

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