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 streets You would know all everybody talk about is who got beef Who snitchin, who told police Who came home, who still gone, who restin in peace Now they killin over music money, not drugs, rap replaced it Cause thugs with no brains got no patience New jacks I pistol whip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician and flatten composition A pain, I'm like Saddam Hussein Still alive lookin at his dead children's burnt remains I burnt the game, learnt you lames a new lesson Your crew's soft man, ya'll need some new weapons The P's breathe Warriorz and skullies and Timmies Around mixed, spics, niggaz and giddies From my ghetto kings in deep thought we don't blink But don't think we wastin our time It's a New York State of Mind [Chorus