Nas - Who killed it

Look here 'Sheed Pretty Mike shanked Two Face Al, over some gal Found the body dead in the isles Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a dirty broad Tell Shaniro play it again Sham, damn, that was my jam Now she's on the lam, she made it out wit' two hundred grand What a scam! While these two compete on who's the star of the show Golden Legs there makes off wit' the dough I read the paper there wit' Joe the Butcher He says "one glance is all it took ya" she's a real looker They say her old man's a bootlegger, transport in any weather And at this rate we'll never get her Fellas, think it's time I call it a night All this talk of mystery dames gettin' me tight Thought I saw her in my eyesight, right Hate to spoil the party, what are you guys havin'? The same? Waiter, another round for the gang It's strange how I always felt out of place Joe the Butcher's my ace, but in comes Freckleface So I said "see ya later" Before I hurt him and his two ugly thumb breakers He met them in Louisiana wrestlin' gators An idiot can tell they're involved in the caper So I pulled the revolver out my waist up Between a patrol car and a gray truck Behind the streetlamp was a silhouette White gloves and a real long cigarette Whaddaya know? All this time she's got me in the scope She spoke, says "the devil got you guys by the choke "Your conspiracy theories won't work wit'out evidence That's the reason why Eric B. is not President" Well whaddaya say? Ya see... ya see... ya see... Look here 'Sheed, I Know You Got Soul, you tryna hide it How'd you kill a man out in Cypress? One-Eyed Charlie, he only hangs out wit' the Criminal Minded Says you guys did it Doggystyle, is he lyin'? She says "Walk This Way I'll tell you a Children's Story" We hit the bodega, got her a few forties We jumped in my ride, we drove and she cried Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouth wide Swalllowed It! Whole bottle's half empty Drinks like a fish, now she's past tipsy The truth came out as we got to her Suave House Chopped-N-Screwed her mouth and sat me on the couch I said "it's gettin' late c'mon, give it to me straight Who's your sponsor, lady?" She says "Bill Gates" "What are you born, '77 or '78?" She said "nah goes way to an earlier date" Slave times, played for slave said rhymes But she fell in love wit' some fella named Clive Who? Clive Campbell from Cedrick Ave The Bronx, now she shows me the cash I said "who's Clive, don't play with me skirt" She said "Clive Campbell, he's Kool Herc" Ah-ha! Ah-ha! Listen up sweetheart, now we're gettin' somewhere As she's talkin', she starts vanishin' in thin air But before she drops the money bag on the floor and died She said "if you really love me I'll come back alive"