Lyrics:

[Nas] (Alicia Keys)Nasty, yeah, yeah (New York, New York)Hey yo black it's time again, yeah, yeah(New York, New York
)Come here, yeah, yeah(New York, New York)Hey yo black it's time[Nas]If you knew my streetsYou would know all everybody
talk about is who got beefWho snitchin, who told policeWho came home, who still gone, who restin in peaceNow they killin ove
r music money, not drugs, rap replaced itCause thugs with no brains got no patienceNew jacks I pistol whip 'em with the funky
rhythm I be kickinMusician and flatten compositionA pain, I'm like Saddam HusseinStill alive lookin at his dead children's
burnt remainsI burnt the game, learnt you lames a new lessonYour crew's soft man, ya'll need some new weaponsThe P's breathe
Warriorz and skullies and TimmiesAround mixed, spics, niggaz and giddiesFrom my ghetto kings in deep thought we don't blink
But don't think we wastin our timeIt's a New York State of Mind[Chorus